I never forgave my secondary school for banning us from bringing novels to school. That is why I constantly speak about it.
Back then, unable to accept such a rule, I occasionally brought a book to school for some reading pleasure. Alas, the school prefects deemed me, a guy who was just sitting at the corner, quietly reading a book, a threat to school safety, thus my books were sometimes confiscated.
I had to write eloquent letters to the prefects just so I could get them back.
That is why, in some of my angry rants over the years, I couldn't stop blaming the local education system for not emphasizing the importance of literature and culture to its students, that we lived merely to score well academically, that our education was more on learning how to deal with exams, instead of preparing us properly to contribute to society. That our country is full of highly-educated folks who don't give a crap about literature.
Many years ago, back in Perth, Justin (who used to contribute to this blog but had since became a published novelist himself) once said this:
"I cannot imagine anyone not picking up a novel in their entire life. What sort of existence is that?"
I shrugged. "A typical Malaysian."
Being in love with literature is just as lonely as being passionate about films. Or maybe a little more so. At least most Joe Blows do go to cinemas for films as some social exercise. Any attempt to have a meaningful or deep discussion about the film will be futile. People will look at me as if I had farted loudly in a funeral.
Because they rarely happen, being able to go into in-depth discussions about films, filmmakers, or literary works, authors, can be a very pleasurable experience. Perhaps that is why I am often on Facebook and Twitter. Or why I often surf film websites and go through the comments section. Just to find and read about discussions that I can never seem to have in real life.
(Perhaps if I were a banker, I wouldn't have to deal with such a dilemma, no?)
Yesterday, Maggie Lee, film critic of Variety, tweeted this link to a book review:
Back then, unable to accept such a rule, I occasionally brought a book to school for some reading pleasure. Alas, the school prefects deemed me, a guy who was just sitting at the corner, quietly reading a book, a threat to school safety, thus my books were sometimes confiscated.
I had to write eloquent letters to the prefects just so I could get them back.
That is why, in some of my angry rants over the years, I couldn't stop blaming the local education system for not emphasizing the importance of literature and culture to its students, that we lived merely to score well academically, that our education was more on learning how to deal with exams, instead of preparing us properly to contribute to society. That our country is full of highly-educated folks who don't give a crap about literature.
Many years ago, back in Perth, Justin (who used to contribute to this blog but had since became a published novelist himself) once said this:
"I cannot imagine anyone not picking up a novel in their entire life. What sort of existence is that?"
I shrugged. "A typical Malaysian."
Being in love with literature is just as lonely as being passionate about films. Or maybe a little more so. At least most Joe Blows do go to cinemas for films as some social exercise. Any attempt to have a meaningful or deep discussion about the film will be futile. People will look at me as if I had farted loudly in a funeral.
Because they rarely happen, being able to go into in-depth discussions about films, filmmakers, or literary works, authors, can be a very pleasurable experience. Perhaps that is why I am often on Facebook and Twitter. Or why I often surf film websites and go through the comments section. Just to find and read about discussions that I can never seem to have in real life.
(Perhaps if I were a banker, I wouldn't have to deal with such a dilemma, no?)
Yesterday, Maggie Lee, film critic of Variety, tweeted this link to a book review:
