Category: Books

The Forster room

The Soviet control room (Picture credit) After I was turned away at the hypermarket in a manner that is quite rude and distasteful in my opinion, I turned to Shopee, a Singaporean e-commerce portal which sells all sorts of things — from electrical appliances to everyday things and groceries — and gets these things delivered […]

And the elites panicked

Last Friday, the Malaysian government announced that they were going to enlist military ‘help’ to curb the abundance of people not abiding the Movement Control Order (MCO) beginning Sunday. Upon hearing this, one of my elderly aunts who lives nearby with her teenage grandson called my mum, crying and almost losing her mind, begging for […]

My power is always here

In my adventure (that is how I am reframing it now) of job hunting, one thing I caught myself often doing is to visit the company’s websites and took a look at the pictures of the people who worked there. I did this in no way to be stalkerish, but just to see if there […]

Having to listen to EDM for three weeks

The other day I posted a picture of Alexander Chee’s How to Write an Autobiographical Novel book on Instagram, with the cover clearly visible. My friend E, the passionate Turkish Aries of whom I met during my year doing MA in London, who has the tendency to talk with her hands flailing and who blushes […]

What can you trust of what you can’t see?

In his The Guardian essay, Teju Cole wrote about his love for photobooks, in what he described, “In an age of mayhem, everyone needs ballast and, for most people, I would guess, that ballast is made of several different things.” Other people’s ballasts, one that grounded them against all of the political squall and many […]

If you like this book, ask me out

Over the weekend, I read two essays related to reading and relationships which made me think of two questions — of which we shall come back to later. But a little bit of disclaimer first: all throughout my life I don’t think I have ever had any long-term relationships with anyone who are avid readers […]

On bibliotherapy

Today I learned about the existence of ‘bibliotherapy’ — which is the name for an ancient practice of encouraging reading for therapeutic effect — through this The New Yorker article. Its first use was traced to a 1916 The Atlantic article, where the acquaintance of the author ran a ‘bibliographic institute’ from the basement of […]

… then all collapsed

Very happy to find out that just like me, Octavia Butler is also a polygamous and diverse reader (thanks Austin for the link): I generally have four or five books open around the house — I live alone; I can do this — and they are not books on the same subject. They don’t relate […]

On solastalgia

Interior Views of the Central Social Institution in Prague, Czechoslovakia, 1937 How do you write when the planet is falling apart? “Can you still just tend to your own garden once you know about the fire outside its walls?” These are the sort of questions that not only Jenny Offill asks herself, but I do […]