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277 pages, Hardcover
First published February 5, 2019
I know the signs; this is the Djinn, unfolding himself, stretching out, pricking me gently with his clawed fingers. See what I can do? he whispers, unfurling yet another death scene in all its technicolor glory.
The air is thick with a pungent mix of odors: the delectable aroma wafting from the famous shredded duck buns on the one side; the mysterious smells that emanate from the jars and boxes that line the shelves of the Chinese medicine hall; the heady, overwhelming cologne that trails behind the college boys swaggering down the sidewalk in their ill-fitting drainpipe trousers, combs stuck in their back pockets; and everywhere, a faint undercurrent of stale sweat and cigarette smoke.
When there is so much broken about the world we currently live in, one cracked person is easy enough to excuse or ignore.
“It means where we plant our feet is where we must hold up the sky. We live and die by the rules of the land we live in. But this country belongs to all of us! We make our own sky, and we can hold it up—together.”
Thank you to the author for providing me a review copy of this book via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review! This did not affect my opinion in any way.
“It means where we plant our feet is where we must hold up the sky. We live and die by the rules of the land we live in. But this country belongs to all of us! We make our own sky, and we can hold it up—together.”
Auntie Bee regards him through narrowed eyes for a minute, then decides to let it go. “Did you eat?”
Vincent snorts. “We’re in the middle of a riot and you can still ask me if I ate?”
“Well? Did you?”
“Yes, ma, I ate!” His head is turned away so I can’t see it, but I can feel the eye roll even from the back seat.
"You ever hear anyone say words don't matter after this, you tell them about this day, when Malay idiots and Chinese idiots decided to kill one another because they believed what the bloody politicians told them."
"Di mana bumi dipijak, di situ langit dijunjung. Have you heard this before? It means where we plant our feet is where we must hold up the sky. We live and die by the rules of the land we live in. But this country belongs to all of us! We make our own sky, and we can hold it up - together."
"Do not ever let anyone tell you that you do not belong here,” she had said, looking at us intently.
"We all do. There is space for us all."