I was excited when I heard that Preeta came out with another book. I was first introduced to her writing through her short story which was featured in a compilation of feminist tales of southeast Asia. Cheeky and unabashedly Malaysian, I was captivated by her writing and didn’t doubt that I would read more of her books.
I then read Evening is the Whole Day, and while I was still amused by the wit in the storywriting, some of the characters left such a bitter taste that I was not sure her world was something I wanted to immerse myself into. I loved that she cleverly portrayed a very convincing tale depicting a Malaysian family, how she unapologetically laid out both the good and bad in equal measure.
When I see this new title in bookstores, I was both pleasantly surprised and cautious. I was intrigued but judging purely from the synopsis alone, it had the same sound and feel like her debut novel, and I was not sure if I wanted to delve into that world again. Some people read to learn and expand their horizons, and that includes me too, but lately my goal has been to look for worlds to dive into, without the pain and unpleasantness of the current one I’m living in. Basically, I’m looking for made-up paradises, and I doubt that the Tale of the Dreamer’s Son would fulfil my needs.
However, as I’ve also made it part of my mission to actively support Malaysian authors, I chose to get the book and read it, alongside @BooksNBobs ‘s August reading challenge to read a book set in historical or modern Malaysia.
Tale of the Dreamer’s Son is told from the point of view of the son of the founder of Muhibbah Centre for World Peace, Cyril Dragon. He refused to believe in any one religion alone but that faith consisted of all known religions – Islam, Christianity, Hinduism, Buddhism and everything else combined. While he was well-meaning in his goals to unite everyone especially Malaysians, his intentions did not always yield positive results. His staunch believers and himself were contented to isolate themselves in an abandoned estate on the mountain but what would happen when theirs and the larger world collide?
Through his son’s account, we get a peek of the fascinating layers that make up the social fabric in Malaysia – the interaction and the tension that resulted, especially after the disaster that was May 13.
I like how vocal Preeta is in voicing out her discontent with certain things in Malaysia through her characters, like the hypocrisy and the unfair treatment of certain groups over others. However, it got a bit tiring after a while. Reading the book sometimes felt like being exposed to a dissatisfied group of aunties and uncles who are indignant at having being treated a certain way and they couldn’t help but be bitter about everything, there was no reprieve.
Similar to how I felt when I was reading Evening is a Whole Day, I felt as if I was trapped in a room with undesirable characters who were inclined to do questionable things and then lament about unfavorable things that happened to them, conveniently downplaying or blatantly disregarding anything good. Frankly, I couldn’t wait to finish the book so that I could get it over with. I guess I was not in the right frame of mind to read this book, I had neither the patience nor the energy to stomach so much unpleasantness within a 500-pager. I don’t doubt that there are other people out there who would enjoy this book more than I did but this is not a book I would happily recommend to others, especially those who are not as well versed about Malaysia politically, culturally and socially.