Bangkok 2007 |
Last November, I
attended a talk by three women writers who spoke about what had inspired them to write. Annelies Verbeke is a Belgian writer
while Christine Otten hails from Netherland and they both write in Dutch. Chiew-Sieh Tei who originally hailed from
Malaysia currently resides in Glasgow and she writes in Chinese and English.
When I heard the European writers read passages from their writings, they had
sounded so poignant and moving that I wish I could understand Dutch. It was
apparent from the translated texts which had appeared on the screen that they
were stories that I would enjoy
reading. The memoir that was written by Christine Otten was about her dad while Annelies Verbeke
writes about people who are quirky and Chiew-Sieh writes about the indigenous
people of Malaysia.
I used to think
that it was not good to react to things as it made you edgy and far from cool.
I remember a medical student I
once dated said, 'the question was do we react or do we act ?' I cannot recall why
it had been brought up, it was probably just for sake of discussion. At that time I did not think much about
it until later on. I kept asking myself not to react but to act only as I had a
tendency to react to situations and events. But then I think I am one of those
people who have a reaction to most things, as every single event can prompt or
inspire a reaction. In some situations, I would be considered defensive but
most of the time, I am probably just a feely person. I am what I think apart
from what I eat and drink and I am also what I read. I am not sure if I am what
I say when I speak. There are times I end up saying things I do not want to
say, I find myself having goose bumps. There are often times where I end up not
saying things I want to say, they get all stuck in my head because of civility
and because I do not believe in tit for tat.
London 2014 |
The Luminaries was a
feat for me when I finally read it during my recent vacation. I started reading
it before my trip and had every intention to finish reading it as my luggage
was already full of winter clothings and I had not planned to carry more than
one suitcase. Just as the dozen characters and their secret meeting intrigued me and made me want to read on about the missing man and the
young prostitute who was addicted to opium, I realized that I had to take a break and I could not rush through hundreds of pages of the
writing amidst all the disruptions due to my impending trip. Eleanor Catton’s prose was so beautiful that you really
need the quiet time to truly appreciate it.
The story was
set in the 19th century during the gold rush in New Zealand, Walter
Moody a young Scottish lawyer arrived in Hokitika hoping to make his fortune.
After he had checked into the Crown Hotel, he walked into the smoking room and
stumbled upon a secret congregation between twelve men who had gathered to discuss the death of
one man, a missing man and the
arrest of Anna Wetherell, a whore who was charged for attempted suicide.
Amongst the twelve men, there was a banker , a whoremonger, a pharmacist , a
pair of Chinese men. a chaplain, a
politician , a French man and a Maori.
Here is a description of the ambience of the smoking room.
There was a silence in the smoking
room of the Crown Hotel-a silence that , for a moment, seemed to still the
breath of every man, and still the smoke that rose in coils from the pipes, the
cigarettes, the cheroots, and the cigars.
Lydia Wells ,the
other female character in the story was going to introduce séance to the men in
town. When Mr Moody met Mrs Wells, this transpired between them .
When he had finished speaking she
said,’Do you have an interest in the occult, Mr Moody?’ – a question which
Moody could not answer honestly without risking offence.
He paused only a moment, however,
before replying, “There are many things that are yet arcane to me , Mrs Wells,
and I hope that I am a curious man; if I am interested in those truths that are
yet unknown, it is only so that they might, in time, be made known –or, to put
it more plainly, so that in time, I might come to know them.’
‘You are wonderfully free with one
verb, I notice,’ the widow returned. ‘What does it mean for you, Mr Moody, to
know something? I fancy you put rather a lot of stock in knowing- judging from
the way you speak.’
Moody smiled. ‘Why,’ he said, ’I
suppose that to know a thing is to see it from all sides.’
‘To see it from all sides,’ the
widow repeated.
“But I confess you catch me off
guard ; I have not spent any time working on the definition, and should not
like to hear it quoted back to me – at least not until I have spent some time
thinking about how I might defend it.’
“No,’ the widow agreed, ’your
definition leaves much to be desired. There are so many exceptions to the rule!
How could one possibly see a spirit from all sides, for example? The notion is
incredible.’
There was a
description about Mr Moody at the beginning of the story.
He was resolved, in accordance
with his strategy, to field
Balfour’s questions politely and without reservation :it would give him
licence later to demand some answers of his own. Moody had no small genius for
the art of diplomacy. As a child he had known instinctively that it was always
better to tell a partial truth with a willing aspect than to tell a perfect
truth in a defensive way. The appearance of co-operation was worth a great
deal, if only because it forced a reciprocity, fair met with fair….
As an observer,
Mr Moody was somehow drawn into the intrigue and was regarded as the men’s
confidence.
The author gave
vivid descriptions of each character and you can imagine trying to cast each
character in a film. The scenes in the book feel theatrical and the characters
colourful. The book needs your full attention. As I was distracted when I read
the Luminaries, I found myself having to revisit the pages to find out what
happened to the villain in the story and also to read again some of the
chapters to see how everything fit in. The
Luminaries is superbly written for its creator is a master
wordsmith.
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