LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. THIS IS IT.
THIS. IS. IT.
THIS IS FUCKING IT.
This is not a book SET in Hong Kong. This IS Hong Kong.
Never before have I read a book that so clearly encapsulates what Hong Kong is all about - with its gritty culture, the glamour, the gap between the rich and the poor, the fight for justice and the struggle for well-being. This is Hong Kong, with all of its glory and struggles, its troubled past and even more troubled future.
This is Hong Kong.
This is not a book you would want to read if you're looking for poetic, literary prose. No, the writing in 'The Borrowed' is astute, dry and matter-of-fact - the sentences are clipped, unnecessary fluff and detail razored off, leaving behind nothing but the bare bones of text and the core of what is to be said. And yet, underneath all this are hints of a sharp wit and lighthearted jest. But this writing is exactly what Hong Kong is about - fast-paced, pragmatic, impersonal and yet heavily dripping with irony and cunning. This is a hard city that waits for no one, a city of survivors who built a megalopolis from nothing but the sweat of their tears, the clothes off their backs, and the sharpness of their acumen.
Now onto the story. Hong Kong has always been one to revere their public organs - just take a look at how many TVB shows centre on variations of the police force and the judiciary. Those who are not used to Hong Kong will find 'The Borrowed' rather odd in that respect, particularly with its focus on 'justice', 'honour', 'duty'. The six interlocking stories of Superintendent Kwan's and Sonny Lok's cases really attack the heart of Hong Kong's dark underbelly - of real-estate tycoons and Triad bosses and corruption and rising superstars. It reminded me a lot of all of my favourite TV shows - Brother's Keeper, Ghetto's Justice, Line Walker, Forensic Heroes. Everything, from the way the scene is set, to the fact that everyone either has cringe-y English names (Honey, Candy, Apple) or cringe-y nicknames and labels (Eye of the Heaven, Boss-man) ... they're all aspects of this incredibly fascinating nation that straddles the East and the West.
One thing I loved most about the book was how the places mentioned in the book evoke more than just images of the places themselves ... I could imagine myself looking for clues in Sham Shui Po or running down Mong Kok and pondering about cases in the Yau-Tsim district. I KNOW all these places. They are home to me. They're all jigsaw puzzles that fit together to form Hong Kong, and each of these little districts has their own culture, reflects its own version of the past, and yet is irrevocably connected to the city's present. And this book absolutely gets it:
"Mong Kok was dazzling as always. The multicoloured neon lights, glittering shop windows, throngs of pedestrians - as if the city knew no night. This bustling scene was a microcosm of Hong Kong, a city that relied on finance and consumption for survival, though these pillars were not as sturdy as people supposed. In recent years, unemployment was up and growth was slowing, and the government's performance was slipping - almost ripping through the veneer of a flourishing economy. Mong Kok was like an engine that couldn't stop running, fuelled by cash day and night, and when the legal sources of this fuel ran dry, dirty money came in to fill the tank."
Only a HK book would ever attempt such a gut-wretchingly beautiful description of a place by connecting it to words that are the antithesis of poetry - 'finance', 'dirty money', 'unemployment', 'government'. And yet, so so accurate.
But this, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly why Hong Kong is so special.
I would highly recommend that everyone and anyone remotely interested in Hong Kong read this book. This is a book about Hong Kong, written by a Hong Konger that manages to capture and highlight all aspects of the Hong Kong soul.
Thank you for showing me even my Hong Kong can be beautiful.