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The Cleft By Doris Lessing – Drop All That You Know And Start Over

The Cleft

In the beginning, there were only women.  Then one day, a deformed baby with a tube hanging in front was born.  These deformed babies grew up with breasts that have no milk inside and nipples that were dysfunctional …

The above is how the plot begins in “The Cleft”.  I don’t know how you all make decision in picking up a book to read.  Here was what went through my mind chronically when I picked up “The Cleft”.

  1. Cool title with a nice cover – 5% of importance
  2. Nobel Price winner in literature sticker – 30%
  3. Unusual plot of in the beginning, there were only female species – 40%
  4. Under 300 pages – 10%
  5. Writing style that is easy to read – 15%

In fact, “The Cleft” has all the right ingredients that I was so tempted to buy the book at first sight, at second sight.  But these days, I want to see return from my own tax money.  I borrow from the library instead.
 
To fully appreciate “The Cleft”, you really have to drop all that you know about the two sexes and start over.  Presumptions will only frustrate you and you may probably miss what “The Cleft” is about: an evolution of human society from single sex sea creatures (in human form) that have no conception of the collective “we” and the individual “I” to the interdependency of the two sexes that realize “how few we are, how easily we die” (a direct quote).  The journey from the primordial life form to the realization of moral righteousness, the importance of the continuation of the species, the never ending yearning of exploration, and the discovery of love is not an easy journey to cover in fewer than 300 pages.
 
And that is only half of what “The Cleft” is about.  The main story – that only account for a tiny portion of the book – centers around an old Roman senator who was tasked to write a history on the first recorded human society.  Seeing how history was written in “The Cleft” makes me reflect upon how our own history is written.  Legends are passed onto generations orally in forms of memories, and stories.  Somehow, the first half of the book – the early era of the clefts (female species are being referred as “the clefts” while the male species are referred as “the monsters” by the clefts and as “the squirts” amongst the men) – reminds me of the biblical story of Adam and Eve, equally mythical and ancient.
 
One day, a boy was born amongst the clefts and the clefts had decided to feed the “deformed” baby to the Great Eagles at the Killing Rock.  Soon, more and more boys – or “monsters” in their jargon – were born and instead of killing the boys, the Great Eagles took them away from the caves of the clefts and into the valley.  There, the monsters or rather the squirts – a preferred term amongst the male species – established themselves as a society relying on the Great Eagles to deliver them the babies.  The early era of the clefts is definitely a great read on its own.
 
Superimpose onto this fable is the old Roman senator taking in a beautiful young wife who was sexually active amongst her own social circle.  Back in the days of the Roman Empire, or even to the days of the Cleft when clefts and squirts participated in mass procreation exercise, what social norms were there to judge the orgies and gladiators?  There was probably none.  That is the hat you may wish to wear when you read “The Cleft”.  And that is probably why Doris Lessing is a genius – shifting a rather simple fable from our modern day mindset into a perspective of an ancient Roman making the idea so original.
 
Over time, songs were written (like my favorite title: “how few we are, how easily we die”) and onto the second era, the clefts and the squirts further interacted, procreated, disagreed, and fought.  The fundamental differences between the two sexes began to emerge.  The harsh external environment made them realized how fragile life was, how precious babies were.  The notion of love and leadership began to emerge too.  This later era of the clefts may not be as magical as the one before making it a less interesting read.  But I guess the rather beautiful and abrupt ending makes up for it.  Till today, I am still trying to decipher what to make out of the ending.  I was like so close to the Cleft civilization one moment in time and all of a sudden, I was thrown back to my own reality.  The visualization of the Cleft civilization literally faded away in front of my own eyes.
 
On a side note, it is coincidental that the author of this book (88 years of age) and the author and director of “Persepolis” from my previous blog are both born in the same place – Persia or Iran, depending which year you are referring to.  Doris Lessing’s parents were both British and she has won every single European literature award.  I wish I could recommend a more renowned literature from her collection of 50 books but this rather controversial piece of artwork is all that I have read from her.

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An Attempt To Pinpoint Why I Still Love Reading Chinese Literature – A Brief Review of 倪匡中篇奇情武俠系列《金腰帶》

倪匡中篇奇情武俠系列《金腰帶》

I have read tens or perhaps hundreds of English books but none matches the sensation I derive from reading in my mother tongue.  Like this particular book I am going to feature here, I was so deeply affected that my mind just wouldn’t allow me to do anything else right after I’ve finished reading the book.  The plot was alive in my mind for days thereafter.  I still cannot pinpoint why.  All I could guess is that the reading pleasure may come in fourfold: the native understanding of the passages, the linkage to the culture and tradition, the construct of the phrases, and the depth and complexity of the development of human characters within.

People at times tease me on how much I suck in English spelling, which is true.  Unlike English whereby words are constructed in alphabets that can be pronounced without knowing the underlying meanings, you can’t do the same for Chinese characters.  You may be able to recognize the meaning of a character because characters are often assembled in components that represent the picture, sound, color, or the combined meaning.  It is only fair to say that I am trained in recognizing and replicating words in the form of characters rather than memorizing the pronunciation of the words in alphabets.  While I can quite easily find a Chinese book that I can recognize 99.99% of the words within, I can hardly say the same for English, by a far margin.

Recognition of words aside, it is often the context of a certain phrase derived from some literatures written in the old days that contributes to the art value of the modern day Chinese literature.  If I was to soak myself into the work of Homer or Shakespeare or Dante or Woolf the same number of years I soaked myself in the Chinese poems and classic literature and history, I think I may be able to gain a similar level of appreciation from reading English literature.  I knew that all those years of reciting old Chinese poems and literature does translate into something.  There is just no easy way to do this except to invest time and effort.  It is part of the culture and tradition that is imbued in me from young.

Another notable difference, especially in the genre of Wuxia (that I will explain later), is the excessive usage of dramatic and explicit expressions to describe situations that often lift up my soul just by reading those phrases at face value.  For those who have the Chinese background, let’s see how many of the following phrases you can recognize.  To describe a fearful looking man, we use “the horizontal growth of facial flesh” to paint a brutal picture of his face.  To describe the break of dawn, we compare that scenic view to “the white belly of a fish”.  Picture yourself in front of a half naked blacksmith creating a piece of metal weapon.  As the hammer hits the red hot piece of steel, you can see the pulsation of this man’s muscles.  We describe his muscles as “an infinite number of jumping mice”.  When faced with a clamoring crowd, we describe the situation as “seven mouths and eight tongues”.  Why is there an extra tongue?  That is how noisy the crowd is.  Finally, I will leave the last example, a four-character Chinese word, for you to decipher – “the howling of the devil, the rallying of the god”.

There is a certain parallelism between the Chinese genre Wuxia and the Western fantasy I believe.  As I was once told, in the world of the Western fantasy, the good and evil is often well defined.  It is the same for Wuxia though to add to the element of drama, there is often shades of good and evil.  There are evil characters that may behave in an honorable way or good characters turn bad.  The center philosophy of Wuxia is a blend of honor and martial arts.  In the godless world of Wuxia, characters wield rare weapons, have gifted talents, able to perform martial arts, and some gain once-in-a-lifetime enlightenment to take them from heroes to legends.  Center to the human character in the world of Wuxia is honor, love, hatred, deceit, revenge, betrayal, struggle, and sacrifice.  It is hard to define any Wuxia piece of work as comedy or tragedy like a Western piece of work.  Chinese authors seem to have no qualm in letting their most beloved characters assassinated, murdered, killed, mutilated, disfigured, or even raped at times by the very person these characters trust, by the most evil characters, or simply by the most insignificant characters.  If there is any redemption to all these mishaps, the plot of a typical Wuxia story often resolves to the theme of: justice will prevail, honor will be restored.  But at what cost?  That is the beauty of this genre.  The authors’ imagination is the limit.

Ni Kuang (倪匡) is a Chinese writer from Hong Kong who is famous for his science fictions.  I cannot recall how many of his books I have read when I was a student.  His venture into the Wuxia genre is new to me.  In fact, this genre has been dominated by the legendary works of Jin Yong (金庸) that are usually lengthy and come in a volume of one, two, four, or five (another interesting observation is that some Western literature often comes in the form of trilogy instead).  Ni Kuang has written a set of short Wuxia stories (each story roughly equals to 1/32 of a typical length of a story by Jin Yong) when he was young but the timing was not right for him to release his materials.  It could be because short Wuxia stories were against the norm back then.  Now that Ni Kuang is in his 70s and all of a sudden, he has decided to release all his Wuxia works in one go.  Rejoice for fans like me of course.  With such drastic reduction in length, Ni Kuang has stripped away the historical references to the main storyline like the typical Wuxia novelists do, the poems and the scenic descriptions that are so prominently demonstrated in Jin Yong’s work, as well as having a much limited character set.  The result is a tight storyline, fast pace read with a high entertainment value.

《金腰帶》 (loosely translates to “The Golden Belt”) as part of Ni Kuang’s medium length Wuxia story series contains two short stories, like the rest in the same series.  The first story is about how a daughter of an evil lord gets involved with a young hero who is in love with a lady from a good lord.  The second independent story is about how a daughter seeks revenge after her parents were murdered due to a treasure they stole and later on falls in love with the son of the very person she is seeking revenge upon.  I have retold the story to Cynthia in English (with drawings, timeline, and flowcharts) and she was deeply moved.  I guess, in a rather long fashion, I have illustrated the last attribute of the uniqueness of Chinese or especially Wuxia stories: the depth and complexity of the development of human character within.

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Can You Keep A Secret?

Botanic Gardens With A Book

I was caught on camera smiling while reading a book at the Botanic Gardens last weekend.  How embarrassing!  I’ll get to that later.  Couple of months ago, I was also caught on camera as a school project – so I was told – while I was reading a book.  It was a lovely afternoon at the Botanic Gardens and I was either reading The Medici Effect or Brand Leadership when a young girl approached me and asked if she could take some pictures of me.  I was flattered of course and besides, if my mug shot can help someone to gain a grade A+ in her school project, why not?

Me: (nervously) What do I need to do?
Her: (smiled) Just read your book.
Me: (puzzled) Just read my book?
Her: (nodded) Yes, and I will take some pictures.
Me: Shall I face the camera?
Her: No, just read the book please.
Me: Okay, okay!

I was trying to strike an intellectual post given the rather intellectual book I was reading.  I mean, I couldn’t really look that entertained and relaxed with a non-fiction book, could I?  I acted as if I was in deep thought.  I imagined a sponge, a huge knowledge sponge, while giving her the most stylish post possible without looking as though I was trying too hard.  I swear, not a word from the book got into my head while I was photographed in all possible angles – front, behind, sideway – far and near.  At the end of the photo session, she thanked me, I wished her all the best for her school project, and I regretted for not asking what the title of the pictures would be.  “Bookworms can be sexy”?  “A rare find in the Botanic Gardens”?  “Future Singapore PMs are made of this”?

Last weekend, Cynthia the Paparazzi caught me on camera while I was reading Sophie Kinsella’s “Can You Keep a Secret”.  Okay, there you have it.  Chick-lit makes me smile.  I mean, it is not the most glamorous thing to say but Sophie Kinsella’s books are actually very entertaining, however forgettable the storylines are.  It is like, a secret indulgence, a breath of fresh air in the little mountain of serious books I read, a McDonald’s meal once in a blue moon.  If only chick-lit comes with covers that are less pink or bright blue, that would be perfect for me to read in public.

Can You Keep a Secret by Sophie KinsellaIf to replace the main character of “Can You Keep a Secret” with Rebecca from the Shopaholic series, the story would pass as one of the books from the same series.  Except that the center of focus of this book is “secret”, which I find it pretty interesting.  I am sure we all have our own set of secrets that are kept away from people around us however trivial they may be.  What if all relationships begin with honesty with no holding back of secrets?  Is it really a bad thing for your friends to know some of your secrets that concern them?  How should the line be drawn between lies that are deceitful and the withholding of the truth because the recipient is not ready for it (white lies)?  What if the whole world knows your secrets (like the main character in the book)?

One thing I know though is that those secret pictures behind the closed doors of the Hong Kong celebrities should be kept secret.  But that is another story.

Related Entries: Remember Me By Sophie Kinsella – A Calculated Risk That May Or May Not Work For Some, On Sophie Kinsella’s Shopaholic & Baby, and Undomestic Goddess – A Good Read

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On Sophie Kinsella’s Shopaholic & Baby

Shopaholic & Baby

Yet another fellow senior from my good old university that I am proud of (erm … somewhere in Oxford, UK), I swear I might have met Sophie Kinsella or rather Madeleine Wickham back in my college days. Make no guess of how old I am please. Onto her fifth installment of the shopaholic series, this time round, our all-too-famous Becky Brandon is back … with a baby. To be honest, I am more interested in the success formula of Sophie Kinsella rather than the book itself.

Sophie Kinsella must have been one of the most consistent writers I have come to know and such an achievement is not at all easy to attain.  I have started with her Undomestic Goddess and now onto 5 of her shopaholic series. Every single book is as entertaining as ever making me laugh-out-loud unfailingly – something that I don’t usually do unless the book is really funny. I make a note that I shall read Can You Keep a Secret? next – a book that is sitting in my bookshelf somewhere. And I am certainly looking forward to her yet-to-be-released-novel Remember Me?

On average, each chapter is about 10 to 30 pages long  and each chapter may have 2 to 3 sub-sections. Each section is engaging on its own – however sequential it is. Sophie Kinsella creates her main character (always a female so far) not without flaw, but yet commands her readers to fall in love with that character. That, is art. If I could do what Liz Phair did to a song-by-song reply to the Rolling Stones’ 1972 album Exile on Main Street, I would write a series of books with titles as follows (okay, private joke between the shopaholic fans and me):

  • The Secret Binary World of a Geek
  • Geek at Silicon Valley
  • Geek found a Soul-mate (who is into Tetris)
  • Geek and his Long Lost Brother
  • Geek and his Techno-baby

On a serious note, “Shopholic & Baby” is certainly a good read. On surface, it is the typical Becky loves shopping, Becky encounters a problem that cannot be surmounted, and Becky comes out to be the hero once again. Deep inside (OK, you can’t go that deep for a chick-lit), “Shopholic & Baby” is not too much into shopping but more into her love relationship. For those who have complained that there isn’t enough character development for Becky’s husband Brandon, rest assure that in Sophie’s latest installment, there is more into that.

Overall, I enjoy reading “Shopholic & Baby” immensely. Certainly a light read for one of my trips to the SeaWorld and the Taman Safari. If you despise any of her previous work on the shopaholic series, you probably won’t like this one either. I do recommend reading from the beginning of the series because the storyline will make more sense to you.

Are her books memorable? Probably not. Do her books entertain? A million yes.

Related Entries: Remember Me By Sophie Kinsella – A Calculated Risk That May Or May Not Work For Some, Can You Keep A Secret?, and Undomestic Goddess – A Good Read

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Scarlett Thomas’s PopCo – What A Mess?! (But I Do Know Better About Girls Now)

PopCo by Scarlet ThomasI think “The End of Mr. Y” (2007) is a classic. “PopCo” (2005) is not. Some may argue that plots do not necessarily require closure, protagonists do not necessarily be likeable.  Having read “PopCo”, I can certainly see “The End of Mr. Y” a much improved version of “PopCo”. Even the writing style is much better in her latest novel. The similarity is haunting between the two. They both full of big intriguing ideas, split storyline, groups of people from different disciplines, and tons of puzzles.

“PopCo”, like “The End of Mr. Y”, is split into two stories running in parallel – Alice’s present and her younger days living with her grandparents.  The one puzzle that strings the two stories is a necklace given by her grandpa that contains a code that leads to some ancient pirate treasure. The big ideas circle around Cryptology, marketing, and anti-consumerism that, to me, are pretty dry topics to read. “PopCo” started right giving the readers hands-on education on how to apply codes to encrypt messages. It is without doubt a fun read trying to break the codes together with Alice. The corporate retreat, that turns out to be one long brainstorming seminar in creating an ultimate toy for teen girls, dominates the majority of the literature. If I was the editor, I would have trimmed that a fair bit and I would create a more satisfying closure. I personally love to read Alice’s childhood story. Unfortunately, that too ends too abruptly. The final breaking of the ultimate code has totally gone past me – or perhaps I read a bit too fast towards the end. So much for reading a puzzle book.

One interesting takeaway though is my deeper understanding on the teen girls. It was not at all obvious to me.  Some of the highlights are as follows.  Perhaps some of you can verify for me?

  • Teen girls value motherhood a great deal. Many of their fantasies are connected to caring and responsibility (think soft toys).
  • With regards to friendship, there is a need to care far more than a need to be cared for. A typical sentiment would be: I want to be there for my friends when they need me.
  • Teen girls are non-competitive as a rule. In terms of priorities, girls from all cultures place friendship above all else.
  • The word “sharing” is very important for girls. The word “winning” is hardly important.
  • Of course girls do compete.  But they never admit that they are engaged in competition. Girls try to refine their identities to further their more general aims: to have important social relationships and find a “perfect man”.
  • Communication is of vast importance to teen girls. 79% of MSN Messenger users are girls. Closeness and telling secrets are important.
  • SMS text messaging is the most popular way for the teen girls to keep in touch. Communicating using text in this way reinforces the need girls have to exchange messages perceived as ‘secret’.
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The Witch Of Portobello – It’s Still A Paulo Coelho Fiction

If you are new to Paulo Coelho – a Brazilian writer who has sold more than 85 millions books worldwide in 63 languages – I would certainly recommend “The Alchemist” and the trilogy “By the River Piedra I sat Down and Wept”, “Veronika Decides to Die”, and “The Devil and Miss Prym”. I think those are classic especially “The Alchemist”. The trilogy has a similar theme and is the most emotional piece of work involving the love of two people. There after, I would recommend “The Valkyries” – yet another classic that reminds me of “The Alchemist” – and “Eleven Minutes”, one of his best selling novels. If you are a Christian or you are open to an old story from the Bible, “The Fifth Mountain” is a great read. In there, Paulo Coelho has brought the story of Elijah alive. There are other works by Paulo Coelho that I have also read but I am not going to list them here for now.

“The Witch Of Portobello” is an interesting piece of work. Right from the beginning of the story, the protagonist Athena who was adopted by the wealthy Lebanese Christians and later migrated to the Western world was dead. And the remaining story attempts to reconstruct Athena’s life through the stories told by the people around her. This includes Athena’s mother, her teacher, her student, a journalist who was obsessed with Athena and researching on the topic of Vampirism (as an afterthought, I think this journalist is Paulo Coelho himself as he did write a less famous book called “Practical Manual of Vampirism”), and more. It is interesting because when you stitch up the versions of the story from different people, you see different facets of that subject. However, if you trim away all the emotional elements, the core of the story remains unchanged: it is an account of Athena’s journey into learning the various aspects of life, finally saw her special ability manifest, and how she surrendered herself to the Goddess and became a controversial spiritual leader in London. And of course, from the storytelling point of view, the question remains: how did Athena die?

The entire journey of Athena, in my opinion, is loosely based upon Jung’s four stages of individual progression: Persona, Shadow, Soul, and Wise Old Man or Great Mother (note: this is mentioned in the book from the perspective of a historian). Persona is the mask we use everyday, a self-centered view of the world around us. There comes the Shadow stage when we attempt to free ourselves from our Persona and start to look inwards. We may realize our weaknesses, our dark side, and some of us may regress back to the Persona stage. After realizing what we are lack of, we are open to the knowledge around us – the Soul stage. We improve ourselves despite the fact that we may not be unaccustomed to what we learn. Some of us may be able to channel all these knowledge into a solid center and become the Wise Old Men or Great Mothers – saints, tamers of spirit, or prophets. This four stages of individual progression is what Athena’s journey about.

I do enjoy reading “The Witch Of Portobello” and I read from his blog sites that many readers find the book inspiring and life-changing. As shown in the quote below, Paulo Coelho does not teach us directly via his books and he learns from his students (by the way, one of the popular theme of his books is to explore the feminine side of divinity). You can check out his “The Experiment Witch” project. I still recommend you all to read “The Witch Of Portobello”, perhaps after you have read some of his greater books if you have not already done so.

The witch of portobello knows all. But the best way of knowing the meaning of life is by learning from one’s student. A teacher can only make us aware of our capabilities but finding the right path is up to the student. There are many ways to achieve happiness by being close to the Mother.

Related Site: Paulo Coelho’s Blog Site

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Scarlett Thomas’s The End Of Mr. Y – A Sci-fi Real Life Journey You Won’t Forget

At first, I was curious about the marketing tag line: If you knew this book was cursed, would you read it? That was the exact choice the main character Ariel has to make when she came across a rare book “The End of Mr. Y” by Thomas E. Lumas. Inside the story by Lumas – more like a story within a story (Lumas) within a story (Lumas’s character Mr. Y) – his character has found a way to step into Troposphere, an alternative dimension where one can travel through time and space and enter into people’s mind. Why is the book cursed you may ask? In the beginning of the story, we are told that Mr. Y did not live long (hence “the end”), the author Lumas died right after the book was published and so were all the major people involved in the book publishing activities. Now this rare book fell onto the hand of Ariel and you will have to find out what happened to her by reading the book.

“The End of Mr. Y” is a great book in many dimensions. The writing style is intelligent with concluding sentences at times unexpectedly displace you from your normal train of thoughts. The excerpt of “The End of Mr. Y” – the rare book that Ariel found – is written with a different writing style and truly reads like a book within a book. The real life portion of Ariel as a poor (and a highly intelligent) PHD student troubled with real life circumstances and too much bad sex draws readers into the emotional world of the character. The intellectual conversations between the characters of different disciplines awed me a great deal. The topic ranges from literature to evolution to theology to physics to philosophy and more. Scarlett Thomas has certainly done a great deal of research on parallel world and big bang amongst many other topics during the authoring of “The End of Mr. Y”. And then, there is the sci-fi portion where Scarlett Thomas’s imagination knows no bound. It is because all these imagination worlds are constructed based on well-known scientific theories, they read convincing enough to me. Within the book, some philosophical questions are being explored (such as “Is consciousness some forms of matter?” or “Are human beings being created or evolved from plants or evolved from something created by God?”) and although none are answered, different opinions are offered via different characters.

Is “The End of Mr. Y” an original piece of work? Does it not read like “Alice in Wonderland” (the artwork on the cover of the book has perhaps summarized the theme nicely by the way)? From a main theme point of view, perhaps just a little bit. The center character Ariel does read like Colene from Piers Anthony’s Mode series (e.g. a sci-fi fiction “Virtual Mode” [1991]). Colene was self-destructive in real life who was able to step into another dimension solving quests and puzzles while she was inside the “Mode”. Ariel has a somewhat similar character who was able to step into the Troposphere and solved some bizarre quests. While Ariel is inside the Troposphere, some scenes read like the movie “The Matrix” – the train station, the agents, and etc. Some of the literature on explaining the deep content can be a bit dry (read like some of the Paulo Coelho books trying to explain a certain idea via the narration of a few people and at times read like one person talking to himself). The way that the author attempts to involve the readers into the story? Certainly reminds me of my favorite Italian writer Italo Calvino’s “If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler” (1979). But by and large, Scarlett Thomas has done a superb job in helping the readers attempt to understand difficult and unfamiliar contents. Parts of the book may not be entirely original. But to sum them up into one single volume is original enough to me.

I am not going to divulge what the ending is like but trust me, when you read that last chapter, it will hit you like a nail to the head. And then when I re-read the book from the beginning (just a bit), it suddenly hit me …

You now have one choice.

You … I’m hanging out of the window of my office, sneaking a cigarette and trying to read Margins in the dull winter light, when there’s a noise I haven’t heard before. All right, the noise – crash, bang, etc. – I probably have heard before, but it’s coming from underneath me, which isn’t right.

The very first sentence, that appears numerous times inside the book, makes me wonder. Am I already inside the Troposphere? Just Brilliance.

When trying to persuade Cynthia to give a try on “The End Of Mr. Y”, her immediate response was: is it a happy ending? (Erm …) Then got me thinking. Another brilliant thing about the book is that … it follows the general philosophy of Quantum Physics even till the end. You will see what I mean when you get there in terms of feel.

I will probably add Scarlett Thomas to my list of authors whom I will attempt to read every single title. I will probably publish that list shortly. Meanwhile, do give this young British writer a try (she was named as one of the twenty best young British writers back in 2001).

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Scott Phillips’s Debut “The Ice Harvest” – A Decent Noir Fiction

I am not surprised that “The Ice Harvest” (written in 2000) was made into a film back in 2005. It has all the basic elements of a blockbuster – blood, money, and sex. One day I wandered into Cold Storage while killing time and at the book section, I picked up the hardcover version of “The Ice Harvest” selling at a discounted price of S$8. The novel looks short (about 60,000 words I reckon), which is just what I needed. I was intrigued by the excerpt of the story and the book comes with the marketing statement: “You’ll love it as much as Fargo … or your money back”. I don’t think contacting Marian Hursey on 01256 302 900 will get my S$8 back but such a level reassurance got me curious. I have not read the book “Fargo” yet (supposed to be one of the classic story of murder and mayhem). Perhaps one day, perhaps never.

Set in Wichita, Kansas on Christmas Even 1979, this merely 200 pages fiction takes the readers for a 24-hours journey of Charlie Arglist’s life in the form of black comedy. I especially enjoy how the author describes the surroundings and the people in details and then introduces the names mainly through conversations. Somehow it is more memorable that way. Nothing is in excess in “The Ice Harvest” and there are enough short events to keep me interested from the first page to the last. Some of the story development actually surprised me. Just enough amount of mystery is planted as the story unfolds that keeps the story engaging all the way till the end. I wish I could say more than just “blood, money, and sex” (note: if you don’t enjoy noir fictions, this book is not for you) but part of the fun of reading this book is to be surprised (like I did) so I better wrap up this blog right now.

I thoroughly enjoy reading “The Ice Harvest” and am now a new fan of Scott Phillips. Time to hit the library to borrow more of his books!

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Winkie – A Book Worth Reading

Winkie is a book about a teddy bear came alive. And I cannot believe that I got hooked with a teddy bear story and I did. Winkie is a modern day portrait of terrorism, propaganda, and religious faith. As a teddy bear of 80 years old, Winkie has seen it all. The story began with Winkie being at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was arrested for a crime that he did not commit and the entire story evolves around how this teddy bear came alive only to get himself a misfortune after another.

Winkie is a dark comedy. This book will make you laugh and it will make you cry as well. What I learned the book is that every little step in life is a miracle and it takes a certain act of faith to realise that.

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Cathleen Schine’s She Is Me

Impressed by one of her previous novels The Love Letter that was adopted both by a Hollywood movie as well as a Japanese film, I picked up She Is Me from the library. I must have read The Love Letter some ten years ago so I was eager to find out if She Is Me is as good.

When I read a book, I usually try to look out for something fresh. In a way, the narration changes from the grumpy grandma Lotte, to mother Greta who never complained leaving the people around her having to anticipate her needs, and finally to Greta’s daughter Elizabeth who has a son Harry and insisted to stay out of marriage.

Grandma Lotte was dying of skin cancer and Elizabeth has quited her job as a professor and took up screenplay writing in order to stay with her grandmother. To Elizabeth, marriage is the cause of adultery because if there is no marriage, there is no such thing as adultery.

As Lotte’s health was deteriorating and Greta was diagnosed having colon cancer and have to undergo treatment, it is when the whole depression of death sinking into readers’ minds. Greta’s falling in love with another woman and Elizabeth’s affair added drama to the whole novel and I especially like the question raised: where does privacy end and secrecy begins?

I enjoyed the novel. Not a page turner I must say and I suspect even if I have read Flaubert’s “Madame Bovary” – Elizabeth was supposed to write a modern script based on that – I would not have gained much out from it.

Towards the end of the novel, it was mentioned that passion is pointless. Or is it?