Praise for Ipohgal and
The Stories of the Scissors Sharpener’s Daughter
This book can be read as a humble yet assertive girl’s memoir.
It is a collection of stories told in a refreshingly simple way. And there is disarming honesty here :
“…my parents and I dropped on our beds and snored like pigs.”
Not to mention ghastly events told in a no-holds-barred manner:
“Once singled out, these unlucky people would be taken away for interrogation and their faces would never be seen again.”
As the preface says, the book dwells mainly on how life was for the poor and underprivileged during the 1960s/70s. There was much superstition, but also the smell of blood, sweat, and tears of what the author calls “the voiceless and the faceless” in a city called Ipoh, as they struggled to survive, to find meaning in a society where working people were often lost in a sea of ancient customs and changing societal norms.
As a former Ipoh citizen, I can hear the sounds, see the actions, and feel the emotions of the characters recalled by this particular scissor sharpener’s daughter. Through her words, the faceless and the voiceless are finally seen and heard.
A laudable first book by a most promising author.
Review of Ipohgal’s
Stories of the Scissor Sharpener’s Daughter
by
Larry Ng
MA (English), Iowa State University of Science and Technology Ames, IA, USA.
Former Ipoh ACS boy, Retired Teacher.