Release [A Review]

Release, by Patrick Ness

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Patrick Ness is a master of metaphors.

Like A Monster Calls, this book is beautifully written, in a way that’s intimate yet subtle, and fleshes out the characters and plot through powerful dialogues. It’s a short story, but it took me a while to appreciate the emotions and messages that Ness tries to convey through it. And I think it will take me a few re-reads to get it more deeply, because I don’t think I got all of it, especially the link between the Queen, the girl who was murdered and Adam.

I shall not say too much about the book, because I don’t wish to spoil it for anyone who intends to give it a try. And it’s important for one to feel this tale for herself/himself.

VERDICT: This is only for readers who are comfortable with indirect references to the soul of what the writer is trying to express.


Lieutenant Kurosawa’s Errand Boy [A Review]

Lieutenant Kurosawa’s Errand Boy, by Warran Kalasegaran

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This has to be the first time in a long while since I read something local that’s as culturally rich as what I would expect from Suchen Christine Lim.

The dialogues were cleverly crafted to reflect the way locals thought and spoke. The emotions were described in a way that was believable, enough to persuade me to empathize with the characters. Warran Kalasegaran has also managed to combine his knowledge of Singapore’s history with his experiences with the Japanese culture to inject multiple dimensions to the story.

What really surprised me was the way the writer had kept me guessing which adult character the errand boy eventually grew into. 

The only thing that was nagging at me throughout the story though, was Papatti’s role in it. Other than helping to tell the errand boy’s tale and give one a peek into the early years when political uncertainty and racial riots plagued Singapore, I wished there were more in her own personal story.

The author description at the back of the book mentions that the writer has started working at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I sure hope he will have time to continue writing new stories.

VERDICT: It’s pretty good for a first novel, especially when you can find history, culture and suspense all in one story.

After You [A Review]

After You, by Jojo Moyes

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Few sequels have managed to impress me. This one didn’t either.

This book is about letting go, living, family love and teenagers, among many other things. But it has not managed to move me. In fact, it’s a miracle I managed to finish the book.

Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh. I did enjoy the part when Lily went missing and I was hoping she would be all right. And then there was the part when Sam met with an “incident” on the job. Even though the events were a little cliche and expected. (I shall not elaborate further else I give away the bits that are worth reading.)

Oh, and yes, the British humour Moyes injected into the narrative helped.

VERDICT: Do not expect an emotional ride like what Me Before You is capable of giving.

Wonder [A Review]

Wonder, by R.J.Palacio

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Depending on how you normally view things in the world, this book can read like one that inspires hope. Or it can read like one that sounds so phoney that it’s almost like a fantasy story.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed the book, and it made me feel really good reading it, especially with the fact that I have a young child and how she copes with school life (and real life) worries me all the time. The story reassures me that there is more kindness than meanness in the world. People are born good, and bad behaviour loses its attraction over time.

Plus, the writer’s manipulation of events and situations in the story, and his ability to make the voices of the characters sound so authentic make the story a great read. A kid sounded like a kid, and a teenager sounded like a teenager. 

Yet, I can’t help feeling that what happened in the book seems so far from reality most of the time. I mean, how often do we get children (and adults for that matter) like Summer and Jack who can resist being part of the popular group and have the courage to stand up for what they think is right or better? I’m not saying there aren’t such folks around, just that they are few and far between. I’m not even sure I’d have the courage to be Summer or Jack as an adult.

Nevertheless, I picked up the book because they’ve made a movie out of it, and I wanted to read it before I watched it. I think I’m looking forward to the movie. Of course, the fact that Julia Roberts is going to be the mum helps. I hope it won’t disappoint.

And yes, I will strive to spread a little bit of kindness each day. To quote from Mr Browne’s first precept in the book, it’s more important to be kind than to be right all the time.

VERDICT: Read it before you watch it… if you’re going to watch it that is.

The Last Lesson of Mrs De Souza [A Review]

The Last Lesson of Mrs De Souza, by Cyril Wong

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Another local book by Cyril Wong. It’s a novel this time, albeit a short one.

The plot was predictable, but I think credit must be given for the way Wong has crafted the entire tale, from the way Mrs De Souza’s story was drawn out, to the way different strands of emotion were injected into the storytelling. I really like how Wong has so aptly described the way one’s perception and memory of events can be shaped by one’s biases and beliefs, and can therefore end up being highly unreliable. 

Yet, I’m not sure Cyril Wong will ever be one of my favourite local authors, either because of the constant melancholy I feel whenever I read his works, or because of the themes he usually chooses for his stories. I do appreciate good humour and playful jabs at the ironies in life sometimes, and that seems to be missing in Wong’s writings. But I suppose that’s just a matter of style and personal preferences. Wong probably just has something different to say, and that something does not resonate as strongly with me.

VERDICT: If you had tried “Ten Things My Father Never Taught Me” and had liked the short stories, this longer story is written in a similar style and might appeal to you.

The River’s Song [A Review]

The River’s Song, by Suchen Christine Lim

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I fell in love with Lim’s writing when I was just a teenager and discovered “Rice Bowl” and “Gift from the Gods” in the local library. At that time, she was one of the few local writers who got published, and those two books opened my eyes to the fact that local stories could touch my heart as powerfully as, if not more than, one from a foreign writer.

I cannot remember what happened after those two books, because I’ve not read one of her latter novels since (there have been four, including “The River’s Song”). But I’m glad I found this, again thanks to the recent read-local campaign. 

I love the way Lim has skilfully weaved historical and cultural elements into her story of love, life, family and identity. The twist at the end about Ping’s parentage and her relationship with her mother added a dash of surprise and smartly goaded the reader (or at least me) to think about our own assumptions and biases in life. I also love the way local places are vividly described in the story, and how the writer has used Chinese classical and folk music as an emotional thread throughout the book. I could almost hear or feel the music in Lim’s descriptions, and I’m now itching to find some of those pieces to listen to.

I’m going to find those other three books of hers that I had missed out for the last twenty years.

VERDICT: Some might say the plot is not entirely something new, but the writer’s beautiful prose and storytelling prowess more than make up for it. I say try it!

Ten Things My Father Never Taught Me [A Review]

Ten Things My Father Never Taught Me, by Cyril Wong

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Another book of short stories! And a local one too.

Cyril Wong’s books have always caught my attention with their curious titles, but I have never gotten round to any of them. Until now, that is. The bookstore in town had a members’ sale and feeling particularly lavish (and very starved for good books), I grabbed any book that caught my eye while I was there. This happened to be one of them. I rationalized to myself that this was one of those books that had been in my mental TBR list anyway, and the recent read-local campaign was still fresh in my mind.

Ironically, the title story wasn’t one of my favourite ones in the book. It could even be one of my least favourite, despite it reading like the author’s autobiography, maybe even a creative one. Perhaps it’s got to do with the somewhat melancholic tone I detected. I was kind of disturbed at the end of the story. Well, some people might think that’s good, but I sure didn’t like it.

The story that managed to draw me in was the one about a boy who could see spirits. It actually managed to send a chill down my spine. It not only took me a while to shake off the eerie feeling, but also brought to mind how lonely and desperate for companionship we city dwellers sometimes are.

What I got from the stories are probably derived from my own experiences, emotional baggage and perspectives, and may not be what Wong had tried to paint. But I suppose that is the magic of literature. 

VERDICT: You will either hate this collection, or love it. But other than a few references to local places, attitudes and slang, you might not even realize the stories came from a Singaporean writer.