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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 11, 2021
The ghost said, How come you know about the temple?
I Googled Ng Chee Hin's company, said Jess. She remembered the ghost - Ah Ma - was an old person. I mean, I looked it up online. There's this thing called the internet, you can type in any word and find out about it -
I know what is Google, said Ah Ma. I only died last year! They wrote about what that bastard is trying to do to the temple on the internet, is it? What did they say?
Men like Master Yap became divine after living revered lives, dying serene deaths and getting promoted by the Jade Emperor. Women like the Black Water Sister became gods because their lives were so shitty, their deaths so hideous, that people prayed to them to avert their vengeance. Because they had died with all that fury left to spend.
The start of the novel is a bit confusing as there is a lot going on. Jess and her parents have moved back to Malaysia from the US after her dad lost his job, partly due to the cancer treatment he had. They’ve moved in with his younger sister and her husband, relatives have descended on them, and Jess is surrounded by uncles and aunties all talking about her and what she should do with her life. Various tensions make things more difficult as Jess wonders what she’s going to do with her life now and how she’ll keep up her romantic relationship. She’s not out to her parents and worries about how they will react when they learn of her sexual orientation.
And then she begins to hear a voice that sounds as if it’s near her or sometimes in her head. Yeah, that scares her. Turns out her dead grandmother has a revenge plan she needs Jess to help her with. Their family appears to have a talent as mediums for various gods and now that Ah Ma is dead, the god Ah Ma worked for is looking for another body to use as well as perpetually being mad as hell.
↣ listened to the audiobook on scribd ↢
Due to financial difficulties following her father’s cancer diagnosis, recent college grad Jessamyn Teoh and her parents move “back home” to Malaysia after 19 years in the US. But while she never quite felt at home as an immigrant to the US, Jess definitely doesn’t see Malaysia as home, either. Its unfamiliarity is further exacerbated when a ghost starts speaking to Jess, pulling her into a world of local gods and mediums — and an underworld of dangerous humans. Complicating things is that Jess can’t tell either her parents or her girlfriend about what’s going on. She doesn’t want to worry her parents, and Sharanya will think she’s gone crazy. Equally difficult is that she still can’t bring herself to tell her parents about her girlfriend.First, shout-out to Doreen’s review, which made me put an immediate hold on this book. Doreen loved it because she’s Malaysian; I was drawn to it because I’ve visited Malaysia and loved the landscape, atmosphere, people, and language. (I greatly enjoyed reading all the tourist signage in both English and Malaysian, and was charmed by a model of “Batu-Batu Henge,” then mildly disappointed to realize what a prosaic name “Batu Cave” is when I visited that site and connected the words.) (Although “Mammoth Cave” (for example) is equally just a description … but I digress.) Jess’s family is Chinese Malaysian and speaks Hokkien, but they also use Malay terms and the ubiquitous “lah,” so the sense of place was very strong.
"If you overhear everything I hear, said Jess, "why would you need me to tell you what Kor Kor’s friends were saying about Ng Chee Hin?”
“Sometimes I don’t pay attention lah. You think your life is so interesting meh?”
She wasn’t Malaysian or American. Just as she wasn’t straight but she definitely wasn’t gay, if anyone was asking. She wasn’t her family’s Min, but she wasn’t the Jess who’d had a life under that name, before her dad had gotten sick. Her beautiful life, with her beautiful girlfriend, her friends, her creative projects, her ambitions.
It all seemed far away now. No wonder Ah Ma had found it easy to get into her head. She was a walking nothing—a hole in the universe, perfect for letting the dead through.