My friend recommended this book to me, saying it was a great example of “stream of consciousness.” I have to confess, I didn’t quite understand what the author was talking about in the first two or three chapters. At times I felt like I had stepped into the mind of someone with ADHD — the topics seemed to jump and fly around. It wasn’t that it was hard to follow, but rather that I was amazed by the whimsical flow of words and ideas.
What struck me most was the tragedy of seeing someone so passionate about serious literature unable to find a place in Hong Kong, during a time when the general public couldn’t appreciate true art, and instead preferred more superficial works meant only to entertain.
The novel’s length also gave the author space to portray a wide range of people and situations, offering a holistic view of society through the eyes of those trapped in difficult circumstances. For me, this made The Drunkard a deeply thought-provoking work — one that made me reflect on the relationship between society and the individual, and on how people are forced to adapt, sometimes in ways far from ideal.