The beauty of reading a book is that it manages to capture your attention (however short it is) and your imagination to evoke sentiments and thoughts from you about the stories the author is telling you. I manage to achieve this when I read Justin Ker's The Space Between the Raindrops and it is rare for me to a local writer. How I get to know about this book makes me feel like I am a potential subject of Ker's personal sensitivity, humour, reflections and observations - it was almost like I am one of his muse in his short stories.
In brief, I came across the Flash Fiction Contest 2015 organized by NLB online one day and decide to participate. Out of the 10 titles that I am supposed to use in my story, I happened to pick Ker's as his title seems to fit into my storyline very well. After my contest submission to NLB, I went to the nearest NBL branch to borrow Space Between the Raindrops for my reading pleasure. And I do like his stories so I decide to let the World Wide Web knows about it.
He writes almost about anything that he feels and think about: from love, sex, house break-ins to pseudo-linguistic subjects like Singlish. What catches my attention the most would be the story, "My Country As a Psychiatric Patient. (Patient Notes Written on the 9th August 2008). I am not sure about all his other observations but this story particularly resonates in me to want me to write this review.
Personally I would share how I feel (most pleasurable) of this story than to give a review of the entire book (which is still good btw).
Ker's usage of a psychiatric patient as an analogy to a country is innocuous but therapeutic. It is not that I suffer the same condition as the subject he wrote. It was a same diagnosis/prognosis from one doctor to another doctor.
If you are one of those rational and objective person and questions about almost everything internally before you act/decide, you are probably one of those who will seek a second professional opinion about something that you are trying to find truth. I.e. if you are told that you have lung cancer without being a smoker at Raffles Medical; you will then, after managing your shock and emotions, try to be rational and seek a second opinion from another independent professional body, say, National Lung Cancer Centre to have your condition verified.
The story is, to my interpretation, Ker's observations and personal sentiments about Singapore and after reading it, I concur that his observations are correct and his sentiments are relevant so much so that it was therapeutic for me to know that another person is able to express it better than I do. More importantly, I think we need more than writers or a diagnosis of the state of affairs in Singapore to continue to move forward. To me, those who care deep enough will do something about it, which is what I did time and again, here and everywhere.
After the diagnosis/prognosis, Ker did not provide a prescription for a mental patient but did suggest some programs for the patient to check out in order to become a complete Self - the development of a healthy psyche.
"...This development involves a process of integrating the opposite aspects of one's characteristics, to produce a singular, unified mental representation of oneself (Freud's Ego or Jung's Persona), a Self that is presented to the outside world. Without an adequately formed Self, the individual suffers from unrealized potential and the spectrum of neuroses."
Since no one can predict the future it might also be good that advance thinkers can read about Deleuze and Guattari's "Capitalism and Schizophrenia", Book 1 and 2, just to feel what destablising, de-territorializing, and schizoanalysis means - It make good anti-thesis to the complete Self theory of Freud and Jung.