By Tash Aw
Joseph Conrad, W. Somerset Maugham, and Anthony Burgess have formed our perceptions of Malaysia. In Tash Aw, we now have an real Malaysian voice that remaps this literary landscape.
The concord Silk manufacturing unit traces the tale of cloth service provider Johnny Lim, a chinese language peasant residing in British Malaya in the 1st half the 20th century. Johnny's factory is the main remarkable constitution within the zone, and to the population of the Kinta Valley Johnny is a hero—a Communist who fought the japanese once they invaded, able to sacrifice his lifestyles for the welfare of his humans. yet to his son, Jasper, Johnny is a criminal and a collaborator who betrayed the very humans he pretended to serve, and the concord Silk manufacturing facility is purely a entrance for his father's unlawful companies. This debut novel from Tash Aw offers us an exquisitely written inspect one other tradition at a second of crisis.
The concord Silk Factory gained the 2005 Whitbread First Novel Award and likewise made it to the 2005 guy Booker longlist.
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