Friday, 6 April 2012
Ending: Reflections on Singapore Literature
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Yeo: The Poetry
First, I would like to talk about his poem "Turn of the Decade 1969-70." It once again draws on his experience in London and the more general experience that was the turbulent decade of the 60's. I see it as an attempt to reconcile the excitement and passion of that world with his return to Singapore and his becoming older.
He portrays Singapore as being a society much more restricted than that of London. Ideological liberties are particularly called out as being much more suppressed. He seems to view the material luxuries he mentions as ephemeral distractions from the important things that mark a true and successful government and country (freedom of expression and culture). As for the last line discussing a marriage and divorce, I think it refers to the personal changes the students of the 60's have gone through. Previously in the poem he mentions friends who once valued their freedom being tied down by marriage and serious jobs. They were once married to their romantic ideals and slogans but were forced to divorce them when reality set in.
Yeo covers a similar theme in his poem "Garden City." He emphasizes the importance of cultural development over simple economic and real estate development.
(In Part)
Here he makes a point against the sterility of a city and society as an oppression against expression and a hinderance against freedom. The reference to the policeman is taken from his personal experiences with government sensors concerning the staging of plays. He believed them to pick out and choose problems according to standards that are ultimately blind to reading the meaning of a work as a whole.
His poem "Saigon 2" follows a more broad perspective about what he saw and felt during the Vietnam War. It expresses his viewpoint that United States involvement was ultimately a hinderance to anything constructive being able to develop in the region. It further suggests that Western powers have no place in Southeast Asian affairs.
These lines mean that democracy is something that must occur naturally; something people must choose. The efforts of the US are actually counterproductive to their goals as the violence and turmoil (napalm does not help). This poem displays Yeo's broader views about the region and life he has grown up in and how it has become important to him.
My favorite poem, "Leaving Home Mother", successfully combines many of Yeo's themes and shows a deep love for Singapore even if he does not always agree with it. The poem focuses on the need to travel to broaden one's perspective and on the other end a need for a home and identity. Poems like this speak especially clear to me on exchange here in Singapore because I can relate to Yeo's thoughts and experiences.
I find it very effective how he uses metaphor to compare Singapore to a parent. I think this is a reference to the strict rules and subdued political expressions that he does not agree on. Like a parent, we may feel rebellious against the rules that they set but we truly do still love them. The last line quoted to me is very powerful, showing that he will always have a sense of belonging and will always show himself as a filial son to his country
Sunday, 1 April 2012
Alfian Sa'at's Malay Sketches
Alfian Sa'at has just recently published his newest short story collection 'Malay Sketches' adding to his already long list of works. Malay Sketches will include 'flash fiction' pieces. It will be available to purchase at EthosBooks at their website, Kinokuniya and Books Actually after 3rd April 2012.
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Means To An End: An Interview with Toh Hsien Min Interview By Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
- Toh Hsien MinFriday, 30 March 2012
A Bit of Earth
In both novels, Lim writes about one protagonist and how he/she grows while surrounded by the many cultures and histories of the people around them. In Fistful of Colours, Suwen is surrounded by the history of the Ong family and the family backgrounds of her friend. In A Bit of Earth, Tuck Heng is surrounded by the Babas, the White Cranes, and the stories of his friends and wives. The style used here is pretty similar. Both protagonists go through pressures that they struggle with and undergo much tension when forced to confront who they really are.
I feel that Lim is very clever in interweaving multiple stories together that creates different perspectives, thus adding to the colourful vibrant nature of her novels. The plots are not dull and the characters vivid and real.
However, I prefer Fistful of Colours greatly to A Bit of Earth as I find the characters in A Bit of Earth too extreme for my liking. Perhaps this is because living in post-modern Singapore, I have no firsthand encounters with the coolies of babas mentioned in the novel, thus many a times, I find myself recoiling against the crude nature and language of the characters being portrayed. They are too unfamiliar and I find myself unable to relate to them.
Of course, that is just my attitude towards the story itself, but I must give credit to the author for her ability to engage different cultures and background and weave them together, making her characters come to life.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Yeo: Snippets of Reviews and Interview
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
AS: What his friends say about him
Monday, 26 March 2012
A review: Iambus (1994)
Iambus was Toh hsien Min’s very first published collection of poetry. This was a little apparent to me in his work, especially because I had read his collections backwards.
His play on style was a lot simpler and most poems, shorter. It felt like a poet’s scribbles at the start of an idea, in comparison to his more polished works in later collections.
Again, the variety in subject points in his poetry made it seem as if Hsien Min had carved inspiration from just about any object or scenery. A recurring theme in this collection however, was nature. The theme was shared in poems such as ‘In the Park’, ‘Weed-Killer’ and ‘Bukit Timah and Hindhede’ where imagery of nature was profusely used.
This led me to insinuate a gentler tone throughout his poetry. Whereas in ‘Means to An End’, his latest collection, I sensed a more assertive and opinionated tone. Frankly, I liked ‘Iambus’ the least and ‘Means to An End’ the most. His opinions and personal perspective weaved in his poetry encouraged a lot more thought by the reader which made reading more engaging.
Sunday, 25 March 2012
On Suchen Christine Lim...
Having met her before during my JC days, I didn't expect much since I thought that it will probably be about the same thing.
However, the woman writer, though petite, struck me as a very passionate woman about her work. She holds a love towards her writing and her characters, which is evident in both times that I've heard her speak. The way she read parts of her novel were energetic and full of life.
There was something she said during that lecture that really caused me to wonder. That is, when she kept urging us to read the novel to enjoy it rather than as a literary text.
This made me wonder if sometimes, we tend to over-analyse certain subjects and themes in novels, in literature itself. With the aim to write a good report, we debunk every single sentence to find something beyond what the normal reader would see. Through that process, we may actually get a deeper sense of the novel and how it relates to the world that the author sees, but does that diminish the simple enjoyment of just reading a book as it is? Is that really the author's intention?
I would always remember during a lecture in JC, when one of my classmates asked Lim why the title 'Fistful of Colours' and she replied that there wasn't any particular reason for that, it was just a nice name that her friend had suggested to her. We were all taken aback as we had spent many lessons discussing about that, trying to figure out what went through the author's mind.
But that said, there is always a little sense of accomplishment after every attempt to discover a theme and seeing the grades go up with each try. I guess it's a matter of balancing... and yes, I still love Lit.

