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Kunal Basu, author, poet.

KUNAL BASU
AUTHOR POET

Kunal Basu is the Indian author of The Opium Clerk (2001), The Miniaturist (2003), Racists (2006) and The Yellow Emperor’s Cure (2011). The title story of his short story collection ‘The Japanese Wife’ (2008) has been made into a film by Aparna Sen, the Indian filmmaker of great repute.

TAKING QUESTIONS

Born in Kolkatato, he grew up in Bengal. He was brought up in a family steeped in writing, publishing and acting, a literary family that enjoyed books and the arts. He now lives in England and teaches at Oxford University.

KUNAL BASU
ENJOYING HIS FANS

His writing has taken him into a vast variety of subjects and deep research, from the study of opium to the Mogul miniature artists, from Africa to China and from a small village in Bengal to Tokyo. All his works are rich and deeply engrossing.

DOUGLAS KERR
AUTHOR WRITER

Recently at the HK International Literary Festival (5th to 14th October 2012) Kunal Basu gave several readings to eager crowds of Hong Kong writers and readers and was in conversation with Douglas Kerr, Director HK International Literary Festival Ltd.

In Conversation with Jeet Thayil

October 18, 2012 Writing, WritingReading No Comments

The 12th Hong Kong International Literary Festival
Jeet Thayil

The 12th Hong Kong Literary Festival
6th October 2012

In conversation with Jeet Thayil, novelist, poet and musician

Jeet Thayil and Hugh Chiverton, RTHK Radio 3

Image 2821 Inconversation
Jeet Thayil and Hugh Chiverton

Jeet , born in India, educated in Hong Kong, Mumbai and New York, and talked about Bombay and Mumbai, the changed city, his experiences and writing of his first novel Narcopolis, short listed for the 2012 Booker prize.

The Crowd

Book Signing
Vicki and Nirmala

Another Nirmala, Nirmala Thomas

“Shuklaji Street in the bowels of Foras Road, Bombay’s squalid red-light district of reeking brothels and drug-dens, provides the setting for Narcopolis, Jeet Thayil’s debut novel.” Read on:

Vernon Ram’s review at The Asian Review of Books
http://www.asianreviewofbooks.com/new/?ID=1291#!

See my review:

NARCOPOLIS by Jeet Thayil

The Hong Kong Internation Literary Festival 2012

October 16, 2012 Writing, WritingReading No Comments

Opening Ceremony
An energetic cocktail of champagne and books

The festival from 5th October to the 14th October started with the opening party at the British Consulate Reception Hall on the evening of Thursday the 4th October. Hong Kong writers and readers, cosmopolitan and vibrant, welcomed writers from overseas.

Opening
Christine Van, co-chair

Packed Hall


JEET THAYIL
“Narcopolis” shortlisted for Booker Prize 2012


Jeet Thayil is a poet writer musician. Born in India he was educated in Hong Kong, New York, and Mumbai. He is the editor of:
Give the Sea Change and it Shall Change: Fifty-Six Indian Poets (Fulcrum) and Divided Time: India and the End of the Diaspora (Rutledge)
Newest book of poems These Errors are Correct

Lindiwe Mabuza
Poet and short story writer

Ambassador Lindiwe Mabuza has worked as a teacher, radio journalist and editor and was involved in abolishing Apartheid in S. Africa.

Tembi Tambo
Consulate General SA


Tembi Tambo, South African Consul General Hong Kong/Macau reading one of Lindiwe Mabusa’s poems.

Rapt Capture

Reflection

At hand was Dymocks with complete array of books from visiting authors.

Become a Friend of the Festival www.festival.org.hk

A PANDA DIED

September 26, 2012 Writing 3 Comments

Today a Panda died

DAWN

Today a Panda died
We cried

We slaughter weeping Cow
We call it beef know not how

Today a Panda died
We cried

We kill bleating Lamb and Sheep
We call it mutton, and do not weep

Today a Panda died
We cried

We murder Pigs tearfully squealing
We call it pork we have no feeling

Today a Panda died
We cried

Guest Writer LAURA BESLEY

September 11, 2012 Guest Writers, Writing No Comments

MOVING ON

Flash Fiction by Laura Besley

His scent carries on the warm evening air, floating towards me like a petal in the spring breeze. I haven’t seen him in twenty years, but it is definitely him.
Earlier this evening, getting dressed in my cramped bathroom, I couldn’t decide which side of smart/casual to fall on for this twentieth College reunion. I hadn’t been to the tenth as my second daughter, Jessica, had just been born. At the time it hadn’t seemed important either. Now, Dave gone, reconnecting had become important. I decided on a loose, floor-length, lavender-coloured dress, which accentuated my strong shoulders and toned arms. I slipped on a long beaded necklace.
The school gym – how clichéd – is decorated with long, stretching banners and glossy silver balloons. I realise, suddenly, that the college hosts this party every year, but for different graduates.
I pick up my name badge from the table just inside the door. It’s not like people won’t recognise me, I’m still too short, too freckly, with long wavy hair. I tried wearing it shorter and styling it every morning, but soon gave up on the impracticality.
“Janet!” a woman with a perfect bob calls out. “It’s Dana.”
“Of course,” I enthuse, falsely, “how are you?”
“Great! What’ve you been up to?”
“You know, the usual,” I take a sip of the lukewarm white wine. “Marriage, kids, divorce.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She isn’t. She tips the glass of juice allowing the light to catch the cluster of diamonds in their various settings on her left ring finger. Why did I talk myself into this? I drain my wine and say I need another. That’s an understatement.
And then he is here, in the building, in the room. My hand is shaking and I put the bottle down with a clunk. I turn and face him. Eerily unchanged. Smiling. God, we used to laugh so much together. He makes a beeline for me and I put my drink down, anticipating correctly that he’ll give me a hug. That smell.
“Janet! Look at you – you look great!”
“No, I don’t,” I slap his arm playfully, “but thanks for saying it. You look just the same.” I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I play with my beads.
“So do you.” The sudden silence hangs suspended in the air. The reasons we broke up, the pain, the years moving on.
“Is,” I look at my silver sandals, “is your wife here?” And just for a moment I pretend it will all work out. I’ll get my happily ever after.
“No, she’s at home with the boys. They’re ten and eight.”
“I’ve got two girls, twelve and ten.”
“You’re separated now?” he asks, knowing the answer already.
“Divorced.”
“Jon!” Someone whose face I don’t see claps his hands on Jon’s shoulder, and as Jon turns round to greet him, I quietly slip away.

Laura Besley

Laura Besley is writer of fiction and non-fiction. She is currently writing a daily flash fiction. Posts ‘the best of the week’ appears every Friday as well as musings on life and living in Hong Kong at:
www.laurabesley.blogspot.com

NEW CONCEPT – WRITE WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW

Write What You Don’t Know

The last eleven years of learning to write and writing while learning I have been told over and over again ‘WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW’.
Today I made a momentous discovery.
Toni Morrison says: ‘WRITE TO FIND OUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW’.
Now that is a new concept. She goes on to say stimulate the imagination. Explore unusual characters who become involved in unusual events.

You might call me a Toni Morrison fan. Have read eleven T.M.books in all and several I have read twice:

The Bluest Eye
Sula
Song of Solomon
Beloved
Paradise
Jazz
Love
A Mercy
Home

… all portray unusual characters in unusual situations except for
Conversations which is a book of interviews, and Remember, the Journey to School Integration, a book of photos that captures the pain and joy of integration between blacks and whites.

She also says don’t base characters on real people. Using real people make writers literary vampires.

BOOKS INTO MOVIES

CLOUD ATLAS


I became a David Mitchell fan years ago when I met him and since then started a collection of his books. Recently while chatting about books Indra mentioned reading Cloud Atlas and rekindled my interest and I am now reading Cloud Atlas again, on my Kindle.

Books being turned into movies. A short list below.

“Cloud Atlas,” by David Mitchell

Trailer on Youtube

Plot Summary: The book follows six separate stories, going from the far past to a future postapocalyptic world, in which each story is suddenly cut off to follow the next character who somehow connects to the previous one: an unenthusiastic voyageur crossing the Pacific in 1850, a poor composer living in Belgium, a journalist from California, a publisher trying to escape his creditors, a genetically altered “dinery server” on death row, a young Islander watching the death of science and civilization.
Starring: Tom Hanks, Hugh Grant, and Halle Berry have all taken roles in this movie.
Release date: October 26, 2012.

“On the Road,” by Jack Kerouac

Plot summary: Kerouac’s classic novel captures America and the Beat Generation as he tells the story of his years spent traveling America with friend, Neal Cassady. The two wander through the country searching for self-knowledge and life experience. This classic novel about the yearning for freedom and longing for something more has long defined what it means to be “Beat” and has been an inspiration for many generations since.
Starring: Garrett Hedlund, Sam Riley, and Kristen Stewart.
Release date: 2012, yet to be announced.

“The Great Gatsby,” by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Plot summary: The novel is set on Long Island during the roaring 1920s. Nick, just returned from the war, rents a house in West Egg where he is invited to the extravagant parties hosted by his guarded and mysterious neighbor, Jay Gatsby. Nick eventually learns Gatsby’s story – the tale of a young man who corrupts himself in seeking to attain the American Dream and gain the love of the idealized, and unattainable woman, Daisy.
Starring: Leonardo DiCaprio is starring as Gatsby, and Carey Mulligan is playing his ex, Daisy.
Release date: December 25, 2012.

“Life of Pi,” by Yann Martel
Plot summary: The novel follows young Pi Patel, a 16-year-old whose family moves from India to North America on board a Japanese cargo ship, along with a number of his father’s zoo animals. When the ship sinks, Pi is left alone in a lifeboat with a hyena, an orangutan, a zebra, and a Bengal tiger.
Starring: Suraj Sharma, Irrfan Khan, and Tobey Maguire.
Release date: November 21, 2012.

Author MAEVE BINCHY

Maeve Binchy the well-known Irish writer has died at 72 (30 July 2012) Most of her works were set in Ireland. A prolific writer of novels and short stories, her work has been translated into 37 languages.

I have not read any of her books though a friend had given me Circle of Friends many years ago. I would like to read Tara Road.

MAEVE BINCHY

Though I have not met the author I saw her at an interview – she had a beautiful personality, was down to earth and quite jolly.
Novels:
Light a Penny Candle (1982)
Echoes (1985)
Firefly Summer (1987)
Silver Wedding (1988)
Circle of Friends (1990)
The Copper Beech (1992)
The Glass Lake (1994)
Evening Class (1996)
Tara Road (1998)
Scarlet Feather (2000)
Quentins (2002)
Nights of Rain and Stars (2004)
Whitethorn Woods (2006)
Heart and Soul (2008)
Minding Frankie (2010)

ON COLOANE ISLAND MACAU

July 25, 2012 Photos, Writing 2 Comments

Pousada de Coloane
Dream

Balcony

On balcony white, muffled
Greening branches hushed,
The lush summer rests.
In absorbent light
Breath
Gives rise to a dream.

Paved Path

Along stone paved paths
Crotons nod yellow red
Spreading creepers invite
As silently mists fold in,
Float
Leave behind the dream

Mist

Go beyond. Sun umbrellas
Blue-fringed flap in air warm
Beach mats on black sand
Shells listening, humming,
Absorbent
A lapping sea froths.

Boats in steady bob
Rustle, nod to waves
Dancing, lifting, easing
Breeze
Flutters here and beyond.

I stop and watch fish smile.

STEINBECK

“In 1933, thirty-one year old author John Steinbeck newly famous and living near Monterrey, California, with its unmatched views of the Pacific Ocean, began to notice the strange appearance of rundown vehicles from Oklahoma. By 1938, he was watching destitute fathers cooking rats, dogs and cats as food for their children while working on what would become The Grapes of Wrath. Though it became a best-seller, and was almost immediately recognized as an American classic, it was also reviled, accused of being “a lie, a black infernal creation of a twisted, distorted mind” by Oklahoma’s Congressman Lyle Boren, and banned by school boards in New York, Illinois, California, and elsewhere”
Jay Parini

Steinbeck titles read twice each:

Grapes of Wrath is set in the Great Depression of the 1930’s is the story of a family of sharecroppers who had to leave their land now a ‘dust bowl’ seek to live elsewhere and still suffer extreme hardship. Winner of the National Book Award and Pulitzer Prize for fiction (novels)

Of Mice and Men – This tragic play written in 1937 is about George and Lennie, two traveling ranch workers and their desire to save enough money to buy their own farm. A story also set in the times of The Great Depression it portrays much hardship and the struggle against racism and prejudice, and against the mentally ill.

East of Eden – In this novel set in the Salinas Valley Steinbeck deals with the nature of good and evil. The story the Hamiltons and the Trasks is partly based in his own family background, published in 1952.

Waiting to read: Steinbeck’s
Travels with Charley and In Dubious Battle

Republican Spell Check Gods

June 1, 2012 Concerns, Writing No Comments

Spell Check Gods

The Spell Check Gods are not taking kindly to Insult Throwing Republicans in America:

Rick Santorum sent out emails to reporters: Santorum’s “Publc” Schedule
Jon Huntsman issued press passes: with his name as “John” (misspelt)
And now our very own Romney App: A Better “Amercia”

Boys, boys! Is it too much Partying? What did they put in your Tea?

With a clown stepping in with support Mr Mitt Romney does not care how he gets there: “Just get me there, give me that 50.1%”

What next for the Presidency to be! The world is waiting with abated laughter.

A Piece of Bread

May 23, 2012 Writing No Comments

I will be posting stories from my Floating Petals collection.

The inspiration for “A Piece of Bread,” my very first story and the first story in the collection, came from the fact I liked the smell of pencil wood resin and sharpening pencils long before I started school. I still love sharpening pencils.

A Piece of Bread

Now I am tall.

I lean over the sink as I suck on a large yellow mango stone. There are bits of mango flesh around my mouth and on my cheeks. Mango juice runs in rivulets down my chin and drips into the sink. Ugh! Now it runs down my arm and drips off my elbow.

I pause, I remember.

Click to read the rest of this story.

If you’d like to read all 14 short stories in Floating Petals, you can order the paperback at Nanadon Publishing, or download the eBook at Amazon US or Amazon UK.

Hong Kong: My City Wet

In Central on a Wet Day

It has been several long wet weeks in Hong Kong; much thunder lightning and storms. To enjoy some of the rain Don and I decided on a city walk of exhibitions last Sunday. We took in ‘Transforming Minds’, the great Buddhist Exhibit of sculptures at the Asia Society, and made a trip to Sundaran Tagore Gallery showing Annie Leibovitz photos and visited my friend, Karin, at the Karin Weber Gallery exhibiting Phaneendra Nath Chaturvedi works.

Along the Bridge Asia Society

Long and Wet

A still fountain reflecting green and high-rise

Image Buddha above city scape. Sculpture by Zhang Huan

Fountain Hong Kong Park

Roots in City Street

Escalator Pacific Place

Bananas in Graham Street

Famous Causeway Bay Flower Man in Central

Chempak $10, and $20 Gardenia

may 13

May 14, 2012 Poetry, Writing 4 Comments

A May day. Sunday. Thirteenth.
Waking to perfumed oils and
candles smoky snuffed. From a
a starless dream that belonged
to a night not spilling secrets.
A village dawn no sky, no sun
just storm. Lightning flashing blue
thunder crashing. Blossoms blown.
Seeds sent to other gardens.

Magenta Rain

From above morning sun stolen.
Patio magenta, bougainvillea strewn
Delighting wet film of grey.
Frogs greeting from tunnels hidden.
Rhythmic. Answering calls come
echoing from friendly frogs.

The Fear Index by Robert Harris

The Fear Index

From Dickens of two hundred years ago I jumped straight into a future thriller ‘The Fear Index’ by Robert Harris on Kindle e-reader. I also listened to the unabridged audio book version, narrated by Christian Rodska.

What I admire most about Robert Harris is the extensive research he does for each one of his books, whether set in the past historical Pompeii or in the port city Archangel in Russia or into the computer world.

The Fear Index reminded me Bill Gates’ talk of 1999 ‘Business at Speed of Thought’.
As I was considering these issues…a new concept came into my head: The digital nervous system. A digital nervous system consists of the digital process that enable a company to perceive and react to its environment, to sense competitive challenges and customer need and organize timely responses.’

The Fear Index: Dr. Alex Hoffman and Hugo Quarry are partners in an investment company in Geneva – Hoffman Investment Technologies. Alex, the physicist is the brains of the operation. He programs his smart computers to generate huge financial returns for their clients. Hugo Quarry, an Englishman, is the financier who takes care of the business side. The success of the company is due to the vast sums the investors are able to reap due to the company’s digitized programme, VIXAL-4’s calculations of the money market.

The operation moves along well allowing both men the means to enjoy expensive life styles. Alex pursues his hobby acquiring Antiquarian books. Being a paperless advocate he insists on a totally paperless office and so he keeps his antique book collection a secret. Alex’s wife is well provided for and is a high-powered artist who converts body scans into glass sculpture. Hugo follows an expensive decadent life-style with yachts, fast women, and faster cars.

Soon fear on fear mounts. The super computer develops a personality of its own. The artificial intelligence evolves its own algorithm and starts to work for itself. It begins to virtually stalk the creator. It rearranges Alex’s life dangerously. Alex receives the first edition of Charles Darwin’s The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals, with the bookmark on the page about fear. It appears he purchased and paid for it. The super computer takes over his life and his business. It begins to work on the financial market. The out-of-control computer disseminates information in nanoseconds and sends out ‘buy and sell’ messages. It creates price shifts that cause volatility and fear in the financial market. Neither Alex nor his team of computer experts is able to control the output of the VIXAL-4’s “brain”. Considerable tension builds up. The rest thrilling and nail-biting, and I am not revealing more.

The plot is riveting. One does not need knowledge of high technology or of hedge funds and stock markets to enjoy this thriller which is part sci-fi and part mystery. Yes, there is murder too. The ending leaves one imagining a sequel.

‘The Fear Index’ had me contemplating on our super technology assisted lives. Artificial intelligence has already taken over the many tasks we did for ourselves and much is now taken for granted. I am thinking about my own electronic future. Will computers move beyond my control?

Denim Jeans

April 26, 2012 Concerns, Writing 5 Comments

Stressed Distress

When I first went to Britain I heard the statement buy black, black does not show dirt. I was quite taken aback with this. Having been brought up in the tropics, where we change clothes a few times a day, not only because we sweat but dirt is dirt. Just because dirt is not seen it does not mean the garment worn over a period of time is not dirty.

But recently when I went to Japan more of that dirt situation came into focus. My friend, TJ believed in travelling light. On a ten-day trip my TJ wore the same pair of denim jeans. Ten days in Tokyo and two days of travel there and back, twelve days in all. I was quite appalled.

Then I came to hear the story of denim jeans not being washed for six months. Six months for the lived-in look to create your own body fashion. The lived in jeans gives you ‘whiskers, honeycombs and stacks’… big body fashion statements and your very own too. Your own body distressed denims. Denim fades not only with wash but also with wear. Jeans not washed but worn over a long period of time creates whiskers on the upper thighs, honeycomb behind the knees and stacks around the ankles. For the last you need to buy a size long in the legs. One could try to look even more distressed by creating one’s own raggedy fashion ripped with a pair of scissors.

Weighing The Distress

Jeans fabric originally came from Nimes in France, a serge, Serge de Nimes. It became popular in America in the late 18th Century. Mostly miners and construction workers found it to be sturdy due mainly to the weft supported by more than one warp, which can be seen on the reverse side.

The number of indigo (natural or synthetic) dips gives the fabric the different blue shades, and stretch fabric is created with the introduction of elastic to the fabric.

Denim jeans, distressed or not, is now universal wear.

Dirt Fashion.

CHARLES DICKENS

Great Expectations By Charles Dickens

Each time I read and reread Dickens I find his writing more interesting, more humorous, and revealing more layers.

In February on Charles Dickens’ 200th anniversary Don and I read ‘Great Expectations’ at the same time on our kindles. It is the second reading for me having read it the first time many years ago. Our reading took us a little longer than most modern books do, but it was much fun. Most nights we compared what we had read during the day and came up with humorous incidents that had us laughing again. We were filled too with much appreciation for this 200-year-old author.

Dickens is satirical of his times, looks deeply and critically into the foibles of his society but 200 years later we find the same foibles in our society. Great Expectations at first seems simple but it is a complex novel of love and cheer, loyalty and betrayal, guilt and innocence, and sympathy, sentimentality, and much wry wit.

The story is full of forebodings and dark too from time to time, but keeps the reader engaged throughout. We get great insight into the lives of the ordinary people and high society, into the lives of the poor and rich. The language is a little archaic but does not slow the reader. Much of the text is beautiful.

Expectations are several. We follow Pip’s character as he grows from a village boy to a young man lost to a man sensible and cultured and with good values.

A very strict and nasty older sister and her husband, Joe, bring up the orphan Pip. Joe, a kind mild mannered blacksmith, is a good influence in Pip’s life. His first expectation is to get a good education. But he is soon contracted by Miss Haversham to serve his apprenticeship with Joe with a view to becoming a blacksmith. Becoming a blacksmith is not part of the Pip’s ambition. His expectation is to be part of high society. The young boy wants to be well educated and move away from the village, move up to high society. Soon a mystery benefactor arranges through a prominent London lawyer to buy him out. Circumstances change immediately and Pip is sent to London on his way to becoming a gentleman. That comes at a cost. He is in Iove with a highly placed young lady in Miss Haversham’s care. And he knows nothing of money management and gets into debt squandering his quota of money from his benefactor in high living. Due to even more higher expectations he’s deeply disappointed when he finds out his benefactor is no nobleman. His fierce anger towards the man who is a criminal, whom he at first found not up to be to his expectations turns into kindness and love. This love for the stranger nearly costs his own life.

Towards the end he realizes that many of his expectations were merely superficial. He sheds his false values and looking for deeper meaning in life finds happiness and love.
Humour in the first chapter: Pip as a young boy is in the churchyard on a foggy evening and walks about looking at inscriptions on the tombstones, one of them is his parents’, both his father and mother buried in the same plot.

‘At the time I stood in the churchyard reading the family tombstones. I had just enough learning to be able to spell them out. My construction even of their simple meaning was not very correct for I read “Wife of the Above” was a complementary reference to my father’s exaltation to a better world.’

And Dickens has such witty and clever way of saying things. When Pip is a young man of means he says of his housekeeper and her niece:

‘They both had weak eyes, which I had long attributed to their chronically looking in at keyholes, and they were always at hand when not wanted, indeed that was their only reliable quality besides larceny.’

Love it.

My Collin’s Classics

Note: About Collins

In 1819, Millworker William Collins from Glasgow, Scotland, set p a company for printing and publishing pamphlets, sermons, hymnbooks and prayer book. That company was Collins and was to mark the birth of HarperColins Publishers as we know it today.

THE SNAKE TEMPLE – PENANG

March 13, 2012 Travel, Writing 3 Comments

The Snake Temple

Temple of Azure Clous

Penang

The Temple of Azure Cloud built in 1850 perches on a small hill in a lush setting with a magnificent back drop of trees and a tropical sky.
Later the temple was dedicated to the Buddhist monk Tan Chiau-eng (Hokkien name), honorific title of Chor Soo Kong. He was born in southern China on the 6th day of the Chinese Lunar calendar, some time during the Song Dynasty (960 – 1279). He dedicated most of his life as a healer in Penang and was ordained as spiritual leader at the age of 65.

Compasion

In central position at the temple is his statue, built in China and brought to Penang. He is portrayed with a black face, some believe his face turned black on eating poisonous herbs and others that he escaped from demons that tried to burn him. But his black face has now become a symbol of his compassion.

What is unique about this temple is it’s the abode of pit vipers. In his life time the monk gave shelter to snakes and when the temple was dedicated the snakes from the nearby forest and hills moved in.

Pit Viper

Everywhere one looks one sees green and yellow diamond headed pit vipers coiled around images, incense burners, offerings and lamps and furniture.

It is often said the snakes are drugged by the joss stick smoke but whatever the reason there has been no report of anyone having been bitten by any of these venomous snakes in the temple.

Much of the offering consist of fresh chicken eggs food for the snakes

For a time when the temple was being renovated the snakes left the place and came back later, no doubt unhappy about the new concrete and paint.

Spirituality

Chanting of sutras begins at dawn but by late morning the nuns, monks and worshippers are out-numbered by other visitors who flock to the temple more interested in snakes than in worship or spirituality. The interest of tourists has given rise to souvenir and soft drink stalls.
Behind the temple lies a garden of herbs and lush fruit trees and here too snakes abound, coiled in the branches and around garden ornaments.

Garden Snake

To the side separated from the temple, a hall houses other snakes and large pythons. And for a small fee at the snake hall one can have a sad python weighing close to one’s own weight wrapped around shoulders for photo opportunity.

Visitor Information: The Snake Temple is open from 6 am to 7 pm.
From the city George Town one can get to Sungei Kluang which is not far from the Penang Airport in Bayan Lepas. It takes about 25 minutes by taxi. Buses are available from Komtar.
No entrance fee is charged. The temple is run on donations.

The Lunar New Year

February 20, 2012 Event, Writing 4 Comments

The lunar year of Chinese, Japanese and Korean people consists of twelve Zodiac animals rotating twelve every years: Dragon, Snake, Horse, Ram, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig, Rat, Ox, Tiger and Rabbit. Some of these animals and their friends paid Hong Kong a visit recently.

When the Zoo came to Tsim Sha Tsui

The animals they came all
A sunny winter, not fall
One by one the lunar year
To see from far and near
Like a zoo come to our town
Hoping to return by sundown

Water Dragon

The Water Dragon elegant, long
He spanned above the throng

The Zebra too, he was there,
Forgot his stripes I swear

Horses

Purple, Magenta horses two
Meeting friends Snow and Skyblue

Ram

A donkey, a ram
Surely not two from Siam

Python

A Prussian python in spotted coil
Confused by all the turmoil

Cockerel

Past noon but the cockerel he crowed
Had he no wings he would’ve rowed

Parakeets

In a ring two parakeets blue agate
Among grapes and pomegranate

Rat

A rat, ‘Oh my God,’ he said
‘Is that a dragon tail overhead
Indra, someone take my photo
Before I go total gung-ho

Pig

Red decked. In walked the pig
Stood like a rotund bigwig
He said, ‘Where’s the shindig?’
Looked about nearly wearing a grin
For he knew not where to begin,
He’d just followed the year in.

Guest Writer Wendy McTavish

December 14, 2011 Guest Writers, Writing No Comments

A short excerpt from:
EXPAT – Opinionated memories of forty years in Hong Kong

Suburban Psycho

Flush with the image of myself as an emerging earth mother I decided to go the whole hog and get a cat and a dog. The cat we adopted from a litter down the road. I asked Robbie to name her and he chose the extraordinary name of Wilma.

‘Wilma? Why Wilma?’

‘The dog next door is called Fred so now we have Fred and Wilma Flintstone!’

Encouraged by my aunt we purchased one of these dogs. A fat white and ugly-beautiful puppy she was christened Miss Piggy for the obvious reason. Miss Piggy turned out to be extremely stupid and also most promiscuous. No clothes hanging on the line were safe from her predations. No male dog could resist her canine charms.

At great expense we erected a fence around our property to keep her inside. Bull terriers are unable to jump high because of their sturdy front quarters. However, we forgot that the neighbourhood mongrels did not have the same disability. They could jump in and they did. Miss Piggy and I went to the local vet for an ante-natal visit. However, the vet told me something of which I’d not been previously aware. If bitches are aborted they cannot give birth another day as we humans can. Not wanting to deprive Miss Piggy of the joys of motherhood and being reluctant to deprive my children of witnessing the mystery of birth, I decided that my teenage, unmarried dog should proceed with her pregnancy.

What a mistake! Miss Piggy gave birth to her first puppy at about 8 AM one school morning. After watching three puppies come into the world my children regarded it all as a bit ‘ho hum’ and wandered off to school. Miss Piggy’s twelfth puppy saw the light of day at 5 PM, after nine hours of labour. I was exhausted but not as much as ‘Miss Piggy’.

The puppies were cute and obviously had several fathers. (This is another fact of nature of which I’d been ignorant. A bitch can carry the pups of many different fathers at once.) Twelve puppies were far too many for such a young mother. Over the next weeks I would arise each morning to find a dead puppy lying beside Miss Piggy. I could not understand it as they all looked extremely healthy.

One day the mystery was solved. I put them in the back garden to gambol with their mother and went inside only to emerge hurriedly when I heard a terrible squealing. I was confronted with the sight of Miss Piggy’s big paw grinding her offspring’s face into the earth, trying to suffocate it. I guess it was an understandable reaction to a multiple birth of such proportions plus severe mastitis.

One by one little puppies were buried about the garden. When Miss Piggy started digging them up and eating them we decided that we could never feel the same way about her again and found new homes for her and her remaining few offspring.

Author Wendy McTavish

Wendy McTavish

NaNoWriMo

October 26, 2011 Writing 4 Comments

NaNoWriMo

November 2011, the 13th Annual National Novel Writing Month

November, our Writers Month is here. NaNoWriMo, Nation Novel Writing Month has become more of a World Wide Writing November. On the 1st of November you start writing and continue to the end, 30th November, a 50,OOO-word novel (same year, within that one month, you may well note). it is a workable goal and important to many of us who ‘talk’ about writing and do no writing to talk about. It’s getting started that is the hardest.

The Novella can be any genre. 50,000 words don’t really a novel make, more a novella, but it can become a novel. Once inspired you would want to continue writing and may end up with a 500-page novel.

NaNoWriMo involves planning, thinking, and furiously writing a readable prose. A plan set out for us. A timetable to keep to. 50,000 words is the minimum. Keep to the goal each day, but writing more than required would be better.

It would be a very good idea to prepare a rough outline or guide, a storyline before the 1st of November, an idea of the plot and the characters that have been running around in your head. No pre-written, stuff of course, for you’d defeat the purpose of this challenge. There is no time for research, so writing what one knows would be best. Not much time to plan for many chapters either.

Whether one writes less or more it is a good exercise in training the mind to focus and to write in flow, the pressure to get some writing done.

Only those with tremendous courage and discipline need apply. Get started, get that creative rush.

Sign up here:http://www.nanowrimo.org/

Good Luck.

Let me know below how you get along.

What am I going to be doing? Need to clean out my wardrobe, bring out the winter wear. Need to look good for my Mr Mac.

Getting Your Book Reviewed

August 17, 2011 Book Review, Writing No Comments


Getting reviews: Good and bad

Article by Randy Dotinga, Christian Science Monitor contributor.

Thinking about writing a book and printing it through one of those self-publishing outfits? Get ready to work: you’ll have to take on the task of convincing people to read it or pay someone else to take on that chore. Sure, you can shell out $149 for a listing and a chance at a professional book review by the trade journal Publishers Weekly. But that’s no guarantee of a cover-friendly “couldn’t-put-it-down page-turner” blurb.

A self-published memoir is “heart-wrenching but sometimes plodding,” says one new Publishers Weekly review. A Civil War novel is an “intriguing but not altogether successful.” It’s even worse for a compilation of allegedly comic essays (“precious few laughs, or even grins”) and a religious book (“ill-informed and insipid”). Three really good August novels. Those are some expensive ouches.

Wouldn’t it be nice to pay for a review and get to spike it if the reviewer thinks your book stinks? Now you can. A literary agent and the former book editor of the Rocky Mountain News have co-founded a new book-reviewing website that does just that.

At BlueInk Review, “serious reviews of self-published books” come at a price – $395 or $495 each once you click the “Order your review!” button. That’s a lot of money, but it comes with control over whether a review ever sees the light of day. If you don’t like the review of your book, it doesn’t run. The BlueInk Review will be a boon for authors if they can manage to get positive reviews and find someone (readers, mainstream publishers, libraries, their moms) to care about them.

Unfortunately, BlueInk Review fails – so far – to prove that the self-publishing world is bursting with hidden talent waiting to be discovered. Yes, a few self-published authors have become stars. But such a high level of success is exceedingly rare, and the latest several reviews published by BlueInk Review as of Aug. 10 tell us why.

Almost all of the reviews are lukewarm or negative. They describe books as “stilted” and marred by “many faults,” an “unprofessional tone” and “promising but underdeveloped stories.” Wow. This is a small sampling to be sure. But they’re all reviews that the book authors themselves allowed to be published. How bad might the killed reviews be? We’ll never know.

There’s one thing we do know: the self-publishing industry and the new pay-to-play book-reviewing industry thrive on amateur authors who are full of dreams and money.
Keep your dreams, folks. But first spend your money on classes, workshops, and honest guidance from professional writers who know what they’re doing.

Leela comment: And after that rap two gems:
Bathing Elephants
Floating Petals

Novel Extract

August 7, 2011 Writing No Comments

The Silent Monument by Shobha Nihalani

Extract

‘You digger,’ Deva roared, pointing an accusatory finger, ‘what had you promised me and what have you ended up delivering? You have been careless and foolish. Your purpose was to feed the reporter information on a possible treasure in the Taj, and his job was to make it public and force the government to do something about it, which in turn would have led you to snitch on the IIA, and get me access and we would have found the treasure first. But nothing of that sort has happened, instead… instead, you have created a new problem.’

Mahesh was stunned at the man’s plan, which incidentally wasn’t the original plan at all. Mahesh was supposed to leak information that the government had chosen to keep secret. That was all. Where did the information on treasure come from? As far as he knew, those were just rumours. ‘What are you talking about?’ Mahesh asked.

“You have given Parag useless information and now it has fallen in the wrong hands. You idiot, that reporter died because of you!’ he shouted. Deva was sitting erect, hands on hips.

Mahesh looked appropriately shocked. ‘The reporter knew from the first time we met that the information I would give him could prove fatal. He was playing with fire. He insisted on asking too many questions from too many people. I am not the only one involved. Parag contacted me saying his newspaper and some American magazine would be publishing his articles next week and needed some more proof. I gave him the confidential information. I risked my job. What do you expect from me if the reporter got careless; I had already warned him,’ Mahesh said in defense. It was important to justify his reasons. Deva was a powerful underworld don and Mahesh didn’t want to be his next victim.

‘You fool!’ Deva stood up, fists clenched. ‘That reporter found something even more precious than the pictures. He found proof – some document, a letter with the stamp of the symbol of royalty. A scroll! It clearly has links with some secret hidden in the Taj. I am sure of it!’

Man Booker Prize 2011

August 1, 2011 Book Review, Writing 2 Comments

Man Booker Prize 2011
The long list announced on 26 July includes two writers I am familiar with.
Booker Prize winner Alan Hollinghurst, author of The Line of Beauty and The Swimming Pool Library. At the time when they were first published, both books I found too sexually explicit and I left them partially read. I picked them up again this year. Hollinghurst’s writing is truly beautiful if one is able to accept or set aside graphic descriptions of homosexuality. Both exposed me the sadness and loneliness of homosexual men especially as they aged. In The Swimming-Pool Library the connections between two generations of gay men shows us the shifting social expectations. I am looking forward to reading Hollinghurst’s The Stranger’s Child, which foreshadows change, in civil partnerships of gay men (and women). With recognition of gay unions in many parts of the world it would be interesting to see change of outdated social mores. The life and legacy of a war-slain Georgian poet of The Stranger’s Child brings this change more to the forefront.

Having met Allan Hollinghurst in person, I found him to be a dignified, down to earth, quiet gentleman. He had time to listen to his readers. I was much impressed by this, so unlike some writers I have met who are standoffish.

Julian Barnes essays are sharp and witty. The Lemon Table treats aging with humour and emotion. Many of the characters have “an awareness of their own folly for refusing to relinquish the pleasures and passions of the younger self, and a concurrent awareness of a growing inability to pursue those passions with consistent vigour.“

It is believed for the Chinese, the lemon is the symbol of death, and where the characters gather to discuss mortality is the ‘Lemon Table.’

The Man Booker Prize long list this year includes a former winner, former shortlisted and longlisted authors and four first time authors. Three Canadian writers are also among the 13 chosen.

The List
Julian Barnes The Sense of an Ending (Jonathan Cape – Random House)
Sebastian Barry On Canaan’s Side (Faber)
Carol Birch Jamrach’s Menagerie (Canongate Books)
Patrick deWitt The Sisters Brothers (Granta)
Esi Edugyan Half Blood Blues (Serpent’s Tail – Profile)
Yvvette Edwards A Cupboard Full of Coats (Oneworld)
Alan Hollinghurst The Stranger’s Child (Picador – Pan Macmillan)
Stephen Kelman Pigeon English (Bloomsbury)
Patrick McGuinness The Last Hundred Days (Seren Books)
A.D. Miller Snowdrops (Atlantic)
Alison Pick Far to Go (Headline Review)
Jane Rogers The Testament of Jessie Lamb (Sandstone Press)
D.J. Taylor Derby Day (Chatto & Windus – Random House)
The four first timers to lookout for are Yvvette Edwards – A Cupboard Full of Coats, Stephen Kelman – Pigeon English, Patrick McGuinness – The Last Hundred Days, and A.D. Miller – Snowdrops.
The longlisted authors were chosen from 138 books submitted, and this year seven of those were called in by the impressive list of judges: Matthew d’Ancona, writer and journalist; author Susan Hill; Chris Mullin, author and politician, and Gaby Wood,head of Books at the Daily Telegraph,. The Chair -Dame Stella Rimington.
The short list will be announced on Tuesday 6th September and the winner of the 2011 Booker Prize on 18th October.

Partners in Crime

July 27, 2011 Hong Kong, Writing No Comments

Partners in Crime

It was them alright
There they were, like regular tycoons in a limo
Looking straight ahead, impressive, real cool
Waiting for a signal, no doubt
Or, were they waiting for the traffic lights to change
The whole force had been on the lookout
I spotted them straight away, well almost
There were those tell-tale designer bags
Five or more, in the back seat. The missing diamonds
Had to be, too many recent jewellery heists in the vicinity
It’s no wonder I’m known as the Queen of Wanchai
Erm, I mean, Queen of Wanchai Detectives
I knew I had one shot, one shot only ‘Get them Girl’, I said
I whipped out my Canon, just in time for that shot
The lights changed to green, they pulled away
Zoom! Gone!
Left me coughing and spluttering in exhaust fumes.

Leela Panikar

Let’s Stay Connected

Let’s all stay connected, yippee yay!

Peaceful air travel is at an end. After all the hassles of getting to the airport on time, dealing with cancelled flights, changed boarding gates, immigration formalities and customs checks don’t look forward to sitting back and relaxing to the droning throb of your flight. Try not to switch off for you are going to be switched on in a big way. Forget the reading, contemplating, sleeping. All this will soon be of the past with plans for the new kind of travel.

The importance of connectivity is here. Flying three hours, or fifteen hours does not make a difference. Above 10,000 feet? Not a problem. We shall be moving with the times. Singapore Airlines will the first with this great connection innovation and Cathay Pacific Airlines is soon to follow. Access to wifi, internet and mobile, yes, mobile telephone service, not just texting or sending and receiving of emails but real life calls.

Just lean back, stay connected, talk, talk, talk. A mobile phone stuck to the ear and multi-tasking – eating, drinking, filling up forms or anything else one does on the plane. One might have to bring two or three mobile phones for those urgent calls that come in while you are on one. Of course, the airline company will take into consideration the other passengers like me, who will be slowly sliding into total insanity with a talking passenger next me. To minimize my discomfort a code of conduct will be introduced. Travellers will be asked to follow the new flying etiquette – consideration for fellow passengers. The staff will be trained to help everyone in this respect.

‘Please set your phone to silent mode and talk at a normal level.’ Note the key word here is normal. And more etiquette bonus. During night-time flights, voice function of the mobile phone will be disabled. Wow!

Flying days with innovative airlines will soon come to an end for some passengers. I am saving up for a private jet or maybe grow a pair of wings in my garden along with herbs, potatoes, papaya and banana.

CookieJacking

June 5, 2011 Concerns, Writing No Comments

Cookies, not the edible ones.

Cookiejacking
Do not be alarmed, I have been using search engines for a long time and purchase all that I can online. There are ways of protecting yourself but:
Be aware, be responsible, protect yourself.
Five simple ways to protect yourself from identity theft
1. Make difficult, good passwords
2. Do the same with PINs
3. Delete emails containing passwords
4. Keep computers safe from loss
5. Shred sensitive documents
Leela

Horizons from Christian Science Monitor
Chris Gaylord

“How ‘cookiejacking’ could steal people’s Facebook passwords. Cookiejacking could let hackers compromise Facebook profiles, says a computer security expert. But Microsoft argues cookiejacking isn’t a high-risk threat.

Cookiejacking could hijack your Facebook log-in credentials by Chris Gaylord May 27, 2011

A new hacking scheme called “cookiejacking” could expose a person’s usernames and passwords for Facebook, Twitter and countless other websites, says Rosario Volatta Internet security researcher.
Most websites that require you to log in will save your online credentials as “cookies”. These small browser files can contain anything from passwords and site preferences to the contents of an online shopping cart. Cookiejacking, according to Mr. Valotta, lets hackers steal those cookies and get away with your personal information.
“Any website. Any cookie. Limit is just your imagination,” Valotta told Reuters.
Cookiejacking only works against people using Internet Explorer he says. But all versions of the browser, including the latest edition of IE9, are vulnerable.
There is, however, a very big catch: To access your cookies, a hacker must design a website or game that convinces you to drag an object from one side of the screen to the other. For example, Valotta “built a puzzle that he put up on Facebook in which users are challenged to ‘undress’ a photo of an attractive woman,” reports Reuters. Once players move the digital clothing, they unwittingly trigger the cookiejacking trap.
Valotta says he harvested more than 80 cookies from his 150 Facebook Friends in less than three days.
Microsoft says it isn’t too concerned about cookiesjacking, according to company spokesmen. A hacker needs to jump through too many hoops for this tactic to be a major threat.
“Given the level of required user interaction, this issue is not one we consider high risk,” Microsoft’s Jerry Brant told Reuters. “In order to possibly be impacted a user must visit a malicious website, be convinced to click and drag items around the page and the attacker would need to target a cookie from the website that the user was already logged into.”
While cookiesjacking goes down as yet another potential exploit against PCs, Mac OS has suddenly come under attack from malware. First Mac Defender and now Mac Guard have tricked Apple users into installing malicious software onto their computers.”

WRITING RULES

May 26, 2011 Concerns, Writing 2 Comments

My six

I often come across fellow writers who advice me not waste time worrying about Writing Rules. Rules curb your creative process they say.
I write without rules when I create the first draft. I try to churn out at miles per hour, definitely no rules here, very creative indeed.

Writing rules can be broken to your advantage and to your writing needs but you need to know and understand rules first to know which to bend and which to break rather than not know rules and make a hash of your writing. There are some guidelines you ought to adhere to.

It is important to avoid:

1. Jumping from character to character in the same paragraph. It tends to confuse readers.
2. Use of a profusion of noun/verb qualifiers. It leads to flowery language.
3. The use clichés, too many similes and metaphors to further enlighten the reader.
4. Reduce foreign words. A smattering adds colour, too many add annoyance.
5. Overuse of weak words like ‘was and were, and –ing words’ lead to telling not to showing.
6. Passive writing. Passive loses the positive punch.

I am a big fan of ‘the simpler the writing the better’ and am working hard towards that goal.

SPRING

April 24, 2011 Writing No Comments

Spring

In Close Conversation

White lilac tangle
Flamboyant rose red
Not unravelled by
Last night’s wild winds

Flowers In quiet conversation
Sweetly intimate
Perfume more than jasmine
Scenting, calling out

A butterfly unfolds wings
Finds refuge in blossoms
Bees anxious harried
Rustling quick nectar

Colours bold, not muted
Glimpses of fleeting spring
Elusive sounds, fragrances
Beckon speedy summer

A HAPPY NEW YEAR

April 15, 2011 Event, Hong Kong, Writing No Comments

A very happy Vishu

From a small village in Hong Kong comes a powerful message
Be Happy

Garden Ganesha

A very happy Hindu New Year to all my friends.

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