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224 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2022
‘I can eat an entire bag of persimmons in one sitting. They live in the Cotswolds and adore the Queen, rugby, cricket and National trust properties. I wasn’t sure how I fit. He pointed out that I too enjoy National Trust properties.’
‘Listening to other people debate your origins in your presence is a disconcerting experience, but it’s one that I’ve become accustomed to over nearly three decades of living in Europe. I’ve observed how these discussions have attempted to be more reflective, more self-interrogative, as people travel and read widely, and pride themselves upon being culturally engaged…trying to explain being Chinese-Malaysian to anyone in Europe is a curiously dispiriting experience in which the simplicity of one’s identity – which feels so clear and obvious – suddenly becomes torturously complicated, a source of confusion and even, in these days of cultural sensitivity, a cause of anxiety.’
‘We look around the kopitiam table as we trot out these habitual phrases, noting the variety of friends present, some mixed-race, others in mixed-race relationships, all of us drawn from different ethnic and religious backgrounds. Foreigners – the mat saleh, buleh, gweilo, lao wai – they wouldn’t understand this. It is our thing.’
‘I realised that farming was the link to everything. Food and the making and growing of the food were the thread that tied so much together: the rhythms of farming, the myths of farming, the spirits and gods and souls of everything in the jungle. And so I learnt that I am from the jungle, no matter how far I am, the rituals and rhythms of the soil of the jungle sit within me.’
‘Even though, to non-Asians, we ‘all looked the same’, a geographic proximity and shared Chinese ancestry was no more a guarantee of mutual understanding and rapport than one’s horoscope or birth chart. Sure, sometimes it worked out, and some people believed in it, but as an abiding social assumption it was dicey.’