Archive for August, 2005

Ruminations on…

I’ve been on a sort of roll these last few days with no shortage of things to write about. I guess it had to end sometime. I don’t have any ideas in my head this morning for a topic. It might have something to do with the fact that there’s far too much I could write about.

WA Blog Awards:
Take a look at the actual award winners. And if you’re interested, here is one report on the evening’s events. (Anyone reading this who went along, feel free to give me your take on the evening. I am curious and kind of regretting just lying around all evening eating Toblerone and watching Battlestar Galactica instead.)

(I’m completely shocked – just discovered that Not TheWest has listed me as one of his 5 for Blog Day. Whoah. I mean thanks! :) )

Work:
It’s been so busy that I think I should give up all pretense of managing to keep up with everything. I am still struggling to find time to write. Seems like whenever I set aside a couple of hours just for writing, some minor catastrophe happens that needs sorting out.

A student who shouldn’t have been able to borrow anything because of their category on the system, turning up with long overdue books, and challenging their $200 fine.

Trying, over a period of two weeks, to get in touch with a Professor to discuss that $20,000 subscription. He doesn’t return your phone calls or emails and The Boss is breathing down your neck wanting more information from said Prof. Pondering whether to stake out Prof’s office and then catching sight of him off for a jog around campus, in shorts and t-shirt. Waving to get his attention, and him waving back, royally. This – spotting Prof jogging around campus – happens not once, but twice, and both times you get the wave. Prof doesn’t bother to contact you, of course. Everyone thinks it’s very funny when you report this (even you). Eventually you get the info from Prof’s long-suffering research assistant, and wonder why you didn’t think of that in the first place.

Reminding yourself that it’s best not to take things too seriously… or too personally.

Experiments:
Just realised that I’ve made it through three months of blogging. And three months of waking up and getting out of bed at 5 o’clock in the morning. I’m quite surprised how much I’ve been enjoying both the blogging and the early rising.

In terms of this blog, occasionally I wonder if I should have more of a focus and aim to write about specific things. I could write about My Life as a Librarian. Or review books. Or write about life in this city. But then I look at the tags I’ve created for the posts on this blog, and realise I already do all that.

Finally, on a completely unrelated note, I’ve just realised that the Vegemite I’ve been eating on my toast for the last couple of days has a Best Before date of 13 March 03…!!

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International Blog Day

I wonder if the fact that it’s International Blog Day today has anything to do with the West Australian Blog Awards Night also happening today. (Yes, I know I’ve said this before!) I wonder if it will be reported in that august (no pun intended!) rag, the West Australian! I don’t think I’ll be going, as I am of the shy, retiring type who prefers to remain as anonymous as possible…

As part of the International Blog Day celebrations, you are supposed to recommend five new blogs that you like, “preferably Blogs that are different from their own culture, point of view and attitude”.

I don’t know how we define “new” but I chose these blogs because I find them interesting, and they are written by people I would probably never meet, ordinarily. It was very hard to choose…

Here’s my five:
Ceejbot.
I have been reading this blog for some years now (I think it’s one of the first blogs I ever read, actually). CJ is a programmer who plays MMORPGs and rides motorbikes. She also writes about her life in general, warts and all.

Living on Less.
The author writes about her frugal life. Because of her health she doesn’t work. Writings about her life, politics, and all sorts of observations, nicely illustrated with her own hand-drawn pictures.

Illusion Perdues.
Written by Song Li who lives in Beijing. I like the look of this blog (the author majored in fine arts) and I like reading about life in China.

Pathologically Polymathic.
By Danny Yee in Sydney. Another blog I have been following for years. I also enjoy his photos and his book reviews.

Ada apa dengan shinshin.
Recently found this blog, which I have been enjoying for its dissenting voice on various aspects on Malaysian politics and society. Which leads me nicely to…

31 August is also Malaysian independence day. Selamat menyambut hari kebangsaan ke-48, Malaysia! (Translation: Happy 48th national day, Malaysia!) There’s a plan by Malaysian bloggers who normally blog in English, to blog in BM, that is, Bahasa Malaysia (Malay), today (saw this on Sharon Bakar’s blog; she in turn got the tip-off from Eye on Everything). There’s of course quite a sizeable population of Malaysian bloggers who already blog in BM anyway, but quite a lot of the Malaysian blogosphere normally do it in English. The day’s entries should be interesting to read, at any rate!

I occasionally toy with the idea of writing in Malay or even Chinese, just for a change, but I usually abandon the idea because I think I would have to translate any such entries or risk alienating 99% of my readers. I’m sure I could translate things, but it just seems a bit like an unnecessary affectation on my part. Writing in Malay wouldn’t be too difficult, but writing in Chinese would be torture…

I wanted to write about Malaysia today but I’ve dawdled too much and it’s almost time for breakfast. Despite having lived in Australia for more than half my life now, I still follow the news in Malaysia and ponder its future. The book I reviewed yesterday, A bit of earth, just touches on some of the complexities of Malaysian society. Mooiness has talked a bit about some of the problems too.

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A Bit of Earth


Recently I read a book by a Singaporean author, Suchen Christine Lim, called A bit of earth. Set at the turn of the 20th century, the story follows the fortunes of a Cantonese immigrant to Malaya (as it was known then), named Wong Tuck Heng. The story was reasonably interesting and easy enough to read, but I do have a number of criticisms.

For a start, I found myself wondering how a reader without a background in Malaysian history would have understood the story. As someone who was educated in Malaysia up to Year 10, I do have some grasp of the history of the peninsula, although you might argue that such an understanding is necessarily superficial, bearing in mind the method of delivery in the Malaysian classroom: “Here’s the facts, remember them so you can answer your exam questions.” The claim of the blurb on the back of the book that the author “deftly weaves historical fact and a fiery imagination in a visually powerful multicultural story that spans three generations and four decades” is undoubtedly true, but I found myself wishing that it had been clearer which parts were the historical fact, and which part the fiction.

I’m not arguing for long factual interludes which interrupt the story and make a casual reader’s head spin, but I do think it should be possible for an author to provide background facts in an interesting way, and in a way that helps her readers to gain a fuller understanding of where the story is coming from, so to speak. I think literature can be a great way for readers to understand the history and culture of a country or region, particularly for parts of the world where the history or culture is perhaps not as widely known to ‘outsiders’ as it could be.

The author also used Cantonese and Malay words liberally through the book. While this added a local ‘feel’ to the book, I think it could be confusing for a reader unfamiliar with Malaysian languages to have words like Ah Soh, Kapitan China, Mamak, chieh sprinkled throughout and never being defined. Although it might be possible to guess from the context, I think it would have been helpful to have included at least a glossary at the end of the book. (If I leave them undefined here, some Malaysian readers would probably know or be able to guess the meanings of most of these terms, but others would have no idea.)

I did like the way the durian was used as a symbol of assimilation. When Tuck Heng’s adopted Peranakan family introduced him to the fruit, he was told to “Eat up, Chinaman. Durian will help you speak Malay. Even a little English if you’re smart.” (p.151) And when he showed he liked the fruit, “Tuck Heng likes durian! That means he’ll stay here. All the China-born who like durians don’t go back to China.” (p.152)

I liked the depiction of the linguistic divisions between Wong Tuck Heng’s sons, Kok Seng, and Kok Kiong. Wong Tuck Heng himself described his two sons as being “like a duck and a chicken”. Kok Seng, having been placed in a colonial school where English was the language taught, “speaks the foreign tongue and thinks like a foreign devil”, found himself unable to communicate properly with his brother, Kok Kiong, who was sent to school in Guangzhou (Canton) “just to make sure that he’ll be Chinese”. (p.320)

I felt that the author could have explored the relationship between Tuck Heng and Ibrahim, the son of the Malay chief whose land was taken over by the British and ultimately sold to the highest bidder (Tuck Heng) more deeply. The Malay characters in the story weren’t particularly developed, and I suppose I was hoping for more, given that the blurb also promised that “Among those whose lives are rooted in Malayan soil are three families – the Wongs, sons of the Chinese earth; the Wees, subjects of the English gods; the Mahmuds, scions of the Malayan soil – each with different dreams for the bit of earth they live on.” There is a factual error here in calling the Malay family, “the Mahmuds” – Malays do not have surnames or family names as such, and Mahmud in this case was the name of the chief, with Ibrahim his son, and Omar his grandson.

While this story was an interesting enough read, I thought it was a superficial treatment of the relationships between between the different communities in then-Malaya. I wanted more.

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