Showing posts with label malaysian writers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label malaysian writers. Show all posts

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Why Non-Malay Writers Must be Recognized

... as with their role in public institutions, non-Malays have some legitimate grievances about the lack of recognition of their contributions to the development of literature and the arts. ... Malay leaders and Malay society as a whole should be more forthcoming in rewarding the accomplishments of these non-Malay writers, artists and singers, especially when their medium of expression is Bahasa Malaysia, the language of the land.
One of the recommendations made in Dr. Chandra Muzaffar's* op-ed piece, Ways to Understand the Other, in today's New Straits Times. He discusses ways that the different communities of Malaysia can "reduce mutual distrust and forge better inter-ethnic ties".

One of the saddest things for me is to see our writers achieving recognition overseas and with readers locally, but receiving no official recognition of their quite amazing achievements. Any other country would be hanging the bunting out ...

*Dr Chandra Muzaffar is president of the International Movement for a Just World (JUST) and Professor of Global Studies at Universiti Sains Malaysia

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Goodish News From Home

So now we come back to Mr. Raman's little experiment. Remember the outcry when he decided announced the death of the Silverfish New Writing series citing the fact that:

... it did not bring to the surface the multitudes of Malaysian writers presumed to be hiding in the woodwork
He announced his intention to start a new project, fostering a small number of voices through his writing programme, and then publishing the work of those who managed to demonstrate the kind of talent and staying power he was looking for.

News From Home is the first fruit of the venture. He says in the introduction:
... we* recognise that, in the absence of literary agents in this country, it is not enough to simply invite submissions and sit back and wait. Publishers need to do more, to guide and train as well.
Now this is a noble aim. It used to happen (but not longer!) that publishers in the UK (and perhaps too elsewhere) took a risk on authors they felt had potential, and nurtured them, even if their early efforts were less than wonderful. It's probably something that we need to happen rather more here where the talent pool is not so big, where there is a willingness to publish and a growing readership - but not enough local voices of quality.

So for putting the effort and commitment into this, Mr. Raman, well done.

I am loathe to say anything too critical about beginning writers, knowing how easily they bruise, so hope that I err on the side of kindness. But the proof of the pudding is, as they say, in the eating ... so how does the book taste?

It's actually a meal in three courses and each of the three selected authors has contributed ten stories to form a book within a book.

Let's take them in the order in which they appear.

I wasn't very far into Chuah Kok Yee's (below) portion of the book, entitled My Grandpa's Funeral and Other Stories, when I suddenly felt an urge to grab the phone and call up Xeus to tell her that this is a writer she should be promoting, because he writes just the kind of dark side twisty tailed stories that she writes herself. And guess what? Kok Yee actually has a story published in Dark City 2 so I wasn't too far off the mark.

There is a market for fiction of this kind and Kok Yee may well have found his niche, though I hope he continues also to push himself beyond it.

I liked best his more surreal pieces. Where There Is A Will, which features a nagging treadmill (perhaps what I need to get into shape!), and will-power patches (perhaps what I need even more!). Three Little Pigs is a wonderfully cynical subversion of a children's fairy tale with C21st realities thrown in.

Some of his more conventional horror stories were pleasingly plotted and entertaining. I particularly liked Merdeka, and The Fox and the Dog.

Other pieces I felt were a somewhat weaker. I was disappointed with The L-Word on the Beach, which got yanked back abruptly to hetrosexual safety when it was clear that the story was really headed elsewhere. (Can't say more without posting a spoiler! But read it and tell me if you don't think I'm right!)

The title piece, My Grandpa's Funeral, I found a little too predictable and the tension could have been built up rather more with perhaps the mourners talking rather more about the dead man to create a greater sense of intrigue . I didn't "get" The Crime Adventure of Mr Shrill and Mr. Gutteral, but maybe that's just me being dense. The one-page story Magic Mirror seems to me more of a filler than a valid story in tis own right.

To answer Raman's question about Kok Yee:
Is he out own Murakami?
I'd say that sometimes he certainly has the requisite quirkiness, but his writing style needs to develop. And how else can a writer do that but by reading, reading, reading?

Kok Yee also designed the very nice cover with it's very Malaysian tea-cup and old photos.

Shi-Li Kow's (above) Peach Blossom Luck and other stories form the central section of the book and left me hungry for much much more from this writer.

The title piece is very well narrated, it is a story with a twist - and one that makes you genuinely gasp because it is so subtly introduced.

But for me the main strength of these stories is that all the characters - even those not within the immediate frame are satisfyingly fleshed out. That is no mean feat in the tight space of a short story. There is also a very pleasing flow to Shi-Li's writing: she is entirely comfortable with the language.

Baby is beautifully written, and as with so many of these pieces left me wishing that this was the first chapter of a novel rather than a four-page short.

Pak Hassan's Story has an old fisherman keeping a group of rebellious youngsters amused with an intriguing Malaysian fairy tale ... but is it really all fantasy? I loved the way the frame effortlessly became part of the story.

I appreciated the humour of A Job to Love, a piece that borders on sci-fi and set in an entertainment complex of the future. I chuckled over the story which gives the whole collection it's title News From Home, particularly as the voice of the narrator is so well captured.

But most of all, I enjoyed Seeking Frangipani, which is a story that makes you pause for thought as the writer reminds us that sometimes seeking for something is more important than actually finding it.

Has Raman discovered the next big thing in Shi-Li? Maybe he has.

Rumaizah Abu Bakar (above) seems to me (as yet) a less confident writer than the other two, and I wonder if she was hurried into print because it seems to me that some of the pieces had real promise but didn't seem to have yet "arrived". (She has been working with Raman for a much shorter time than the others.)

Her biggest strength is in being able to create convincing settings for her stories. I like the hotel setting of a couple of them, and I'm sure that Rumaizah is drawing on inside knowledge of the hotel industry. (She was at one point a hotelier.) Chestnut Chocolate Mooncake which explores the seamier side of an international cookery competition was my favourite story, though I feel a bit cheated that we didn't see more of Chef Chen's struggle with his conscience. Room Service is also interesting for its behind the scene peep of hotel life, but the twisty ending was so obvious even from page one that this reader discounted it!

The 50Sen Queens I also very much liked for its exposé of school politics, and I really would have liked more of this. The newspaper office setting of Tomorrow's Headline is also well done, although the story didn't convince.

Rumaizah is not afraid to experiment and tells one story (Swimming Elephants in Harbarana) from the animal's point of you, which is a brave move, even if it does not entirely come off; and from the point of view of Pepper Shaker and Kitchen Knife in her quirky short A Peppery Affair, which I enjoyed, and would have liked to have read more of.

My advice - Rumaizah is a writer who should just still keep going, build on her strengths, keep reading and keep learning ... because she certainly has potential, and because there is a market locally for fiction.

Raman has done a good job of giving these writers their first leg-up, even if we will still miss the New Writing anthologies.

Typos there are in this book - not a lot, but some. But what I found an annoyance throughout (and this is probably the English teacher in me speaking) was the underuse of the past perfect tense, and the persistent use of time expressions like "ago" and "yesterday" which should have been backshifted in past tense narrative ("previously", "the day before"). All fiction writers (and editors) need to master these grammar points. (Says the pedant.)

Shall I slip in a grammar lesson another day??

* Am intrigued. Who is this "we"??

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Riveting Readings

Yesterday's Readings at Seksan's went wonderfully well. My biggest thanks go Reza who took the time and trouble to go shopping for a portable sound system for me, and came up with the perfect solution. For the first time, we were amplified. And what a difference it made! No longer did we have to strain to hear. No longer did we have to much the words of the quietest writers.

It has to be said though that Seksan's doggy (recovering from distemper) decided that he had things of his own to say - though addressed to his friend over the back wall rather than to us. Fortunately, when Amir Muhammad stepped up to the microphone, he settled down to listen too.

Amir is of course a famous indie film-maker whose work has won international critical acclaim, although at home all he's won is controversy for The Last Communist. His next banned film is Apa Khabar Orang Kampong and is due to premier at the 57th Berlin Film Festival next month. Amir is also has a column in the New Straits Times on Thursdays. (You may not be speaking to the newspaper anymore, as indeed I am not, but Amir's column is a must-read.)

Amir read us some of the pieces that his editor thought unsuitable and very funny they were too. There was a spoof review of M - The Opera; a news item about folks who move into a house but find themselves under seige by the former occupant who constantly criticises what they are doing to the property; and also a piece entitled (topically enough!) Should I Sue for Defamation? Apparently, Amir keeps receiving letters from readers who are unclear on the concept of satire, and take his columns at face value. Duh!

I'm still practising saying Thaatchaayini Kanantu's full name! I met Thaatch at the launch party for Silverfish New Writing 6, and very much enjoyed the extract from her novel in progress. She had agreed to read In God's Belly later in the year, but when Hsiung Han See called at the last minute to say he wouldn't be able to come, I roped her in for this month ... and she sportingly agreed. Very many thanks, Thaatch!

I like what she wrote on her blog about writing:
I have 7-tonnes of memories resting in a million buckets and I have no idea how they got there, why they are there and what potential use they have.
Well we know now that sitting in those memory buckets is plenty of raw material for more evocative stories ...

Another writer from SNW6 - Peter Hassan Brown. I've known Peter for years, but as half of the singing duet Passion with his wife Markiza. Peter read from his short story Dysfunction, introducing it by saying he had been afraid of a negative reaction to his portayal of the family in the story (the girl lepaks* at the LRT station, her brother is a drug-addict who steals from the mother to finance his habit), but I think it's a very well-observed piece that really comes alive for me. I loved too his poem Fritters - about the food and about frittering one's life away in the most enjoyable way.

Peter is now working on a novel.

Yes, I know I shouldn't keep banging on about this guy being just 17. What does age have to do with anything? Least of all with the ability to write really well. kG's poems are honest, sexual, often deeply painful and beautifully crafted. He also read an extract from a "long short story".

Okay then, 17 going on 28.

It was great to finally meet Jordan MacVay, after months of reading each other's blogs and exchanging e-mails. Although he confessed to "sweating like a whore in church" with nervousness, he read really well, the piece beautifully chosen.

Jordan has been working with Rizal, an Achenese tsunami survivor, to tell his story. This extract was amusing in places - especially with the - almost surreal - incongruity of Rizal and his friend floating in the sea and encountering six naked girls floating on a tree. And also deeply moving. (Read Jordan's account of the afternoon here.)

Burhanuddin Baki has a place on the MA in Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia for later in the year. And having heard him read his fiction - am not at all surprised that he was selected. What did surprise me was how funny his work is - I'd imagined he would write in a very literary, very serious way from his very learned comments on my blog and from his business card (he has first class degress in Maths and Philosophy! Scary!). The reference to "the giant millipede" (am sorry, won't explain the context for the more impressionable minds reading this blog) was unexpected - and hilarious! Well, Burhan, just hurry up and give us the whole novel!

What else? It was a very hot afternoon, and I think we were all melting. We had a larger than usual crowd there (around 30), and because of the sound system, they tended to spread out a bit more into all the arty nooks and crannies. The wine this month was rubbish because I bought el cheapo plonko myself (RM15 a bottle - doubles as drain cleaner) - the La Bodega sponsorship has to be renewed and I'm onto that ...

Thanks to all who read and all who came. (I'm sorry I did not have more time to chat.) Thanks to Seksan once again for the beautiful and inspiring space. Thanks again to Reza for his help. Thanks to Nic for letting himself be bullied into washing glasses and opening wine bottles ... and for keeping me calm ('cos as he noticed I have this tendency to panic and see in my mind's eye everything that could possibly go wrong ... but doesn't).

Update

Just as well I escorted Lainie, and Danny off the premises! kG's thoughts.

Glossary

*lepak = to hang out, but has a very negative connotation, especially in the Malaysian press
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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Reading at Darling Muse

Darling Muse warmly invites you to our first reading this Saturday 3pm - 8th January by writers :


I Rivers
Pang Khee Teik
Jerome Kugan
Sharon Bakar
Bernice Chauly
Zedeck Siew

Readings at Darling Muse
Where writers and artists meet.

Every 2nd Saturday at Darling Muse Art Gallery.

142, Jalan Bukit Pantai

59100 KL.

Light refreshments will be served



Thanks, Bernice, for inviting me to take part in this on Saturday. Just what this chaotic brain of mine needs right now. Just that I have to panic around to get my current "work-in-progress" (which has been "in progress" for just too many months!) in some kind of shape so that it doesn't disgrace me too much ...

Looking forward to Saturday, not just to reading, although the exhibitionist in me loves playing to an audience ... but much much more for the great buzz of being around other writers and lovers of writing. It's just what we need, an ongoing forum for local writing talent, a place to meet and support each other.

If you're reading this and free to come along, please join us.