This time it's Things Fall Apart, Chinua Acebe's classic novel about the coming of colonialism to Nigeria.
It's a wonderful book and we used to teach it as part of our B.Ed TESL course. I haven't a clue why it might be deemed unsuitable for a Malaysian readership, have you?
I'm so angry I fear I might explode.
Raman thinks that the mysterious difference in number between books imported and books read might in fact be due to the fact that books are brought into Singapore for the Malaysian market by the distributors, but not allowed over the border.
Let's dedicate the Yeat's poem that forms the epigram to the book to the blustering bureaucrats who decide what you are and are not allowed to read:
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.