Prologue
I remember the day my father stopped singing. Just as he sang me to sleep, he sang me to wake. Wake up, my darling little girl, your Papa is here, your Papa is here. In lilting tones and in different...
« I have chosen to stay in a land that I love and hate, in a land that still continues to inspire me...writing has become an act of will, of defiance, of memory. It's an act of faith. I write myself into my country and into the world. » —Bernice Chauly, Bloodlines
Prologue I remember the day my father stopped singing. Just as he sang me to sleep, he sang me to wake. Wake up, my darling little girl, your Papa is here, your Papa is here. In lilting tones and in different... media_text
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JERIT (Malay for ‘howl ’) **Excerpt fromOnkalo(Math Paper Press, 2013) And so he says it again
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SHE loved him you see and so she thought it was honesty that would matter in the end. media_text
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To understand the notion of Malaysia and Malaysian identity, one has to look at oneself. But this is an arduous thing; we are allowed to, but we aren’t. We are not allowed to discuss the racist ills that divide our... media_text
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