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Mohammad A. She emigrated to Singapore with her immediate family in and subsequently took up Singaporean nationality. She was educated in schools in Kulim, Kedah, and Penang before studying English Language and Literature at the University of Malaya and embarking on a career in teaching. Later she obtained her M. She became a full-time writer in but, to maintain her links with the academic and professional worlds, she continues to lecture at seminars and conferences both at home and abroad. Lim is the author of nine collections of short stories, four novels, a volume of non-fictional prose, and a book of poems. Her first col- lection of short stories, Little Ironies: Stories of Singapore, was pub- lished by Heinemann Asia in The book immediately became a bestseller and pioneer in developing English language fiction in Sin- gapore. She has since published eight other collections of short stories, the latest of which is The Howling Silence: Tales of the Dead and Their Return The Bondmaid, her most popular novel, which tells a fascinating love story between the classes, was published in It has been translated into nine different languages, including Italian, Icelandic, Greek, German, and Turkish. Her third novel, The Teardrop Story Woman, a story of forbidden love between a Chinese woman and a French priest in the unfamiliar, tropical terrain of colo- Peninsular Muse nial Malaya, came out in

She was silent. She sat there, half-smiling at me. I looked 'I'm Jennifer Cavilleri,' she said. I'm studying m u s i c ' 'Sixteenth-century music? Why was I letting her talk to me like this? Didn't she know who I was? By the second quarter of the game on Friday night, we were 'Hey, don't you know who I am? That is, Davey Johnson and I were getting 'Yes,' she answered.

The crowd were screaming for blood Hall. I always feel that it's my job to give them both She didn't know who I was. Davey 'So that's why his not-so-great grandson could get into Johnson was there on my left, but I didn't pass the puck to Harvard so easily! I wanted to score this goal myself. But before I could I was angry now. In a moment me to invite you for coffee?

She looked straight into my eyes and smiled. Every big winner has to be a good loser too. Every good Harvard man knows that. But it's better if you can win. And so, as I walked with Jenny to her dormitory, I made my winning move. There was a moment's silence.

I think I heard snow falling. He was talking to me. I didn't answer. T tried too hard. I'm thinking.

When I get back onto the ice, I'll break them into little pieces. I took the puck and went towards the 'Do you always fight when you play hockey? Two Dartmouth players were coming straight at 'I'll fight you, Jenny, if you don't keep quiet.

Knock their heads off! Just then the bell rang. That was Jenny's voice above the crowd. It was crazily, My two-minute penalty had finished. I jumped onto the ice beautifully violent. I pushed past one Dartmouth man. I again. Then I passed the puck to 'Good old Barrett! Jenny will hear Davey Johnson, and he banged it into the Dartmouth goal.

But where was she? Had The crowd went wild. In a moment we were all shouting and kissing and banging As I went for the puck, I looked up into the crowd. Jenny each other on the back. After that, we murdered Dartmouth - seven goals to zero. After the match I lay in the hot bath and thought with pride about the game. I'd scored one goal, and helped to score another. Now the water felt wonderful on my tired body. Suddenly I remembered Jenny. Was she still waiting outside? I hoped so!

I jumped out of that bath and dressed as fast as I could. Outside, the cold winter air hit me.

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I looked round for Jenny. Had she walked back to her dormitory alone? Suddenly I saw her. I was just excited. I kissed her again, more slowly. When we reached her dormitory, I did not kiss her goodnight.

I turned again. From 'Go, Oliver, go! And 2 when other people do it to you, you don't like it. But I couldn't Blood and stone look back. My pride wouldn't let me.

My face was badly cut and the officials gave me the penalty for starting the fight. Five minutes! I sat quietly in I slept in the same room.

Ray was playing cards with some the penalty box while the team manager cleaned the blood off of his football-playing friends. I was ashamed to look out onto the ice. But the shouts 'Hullo, Ollie,' said Ray. Cornell scored a goal. The 'I scored one, and I made one,' I answered.

Damn, I thought. We're going to lose this 'With Cavilleri? Across the ice, among the crowd, I saw him. My father. Old Stonyface. He was looking straight at me. Studies music.

And there he was, Oliver Barrett the Third. What was he 'Get lost! Who could say? Why was he here? Family There I took off my shoes, lay back on my bed and pride, perhaps. I am a very busy, important man, telephoned Jenny's dormitory. After the match the doctor put 'I think I'm in love with you. She was silent for a few moments. Then she answered, When I got to the changing-room, it was empty. They very softly: I lost that match.

I felt I wasn't unhappy. Or surprised. It was Old Stonyface. At dinner we had one of our non-conversations.

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These non- conversations always started with 'How have you been, son? Next, Old Stonyface talked about Playing the Game. Father was chosen for the Olympic Games. And now he says winning is not important!

I just looked down at my plate and said 'Yes, sir' at the right times. Our non-conversation continued. After Playing the Game, he discussed My Plans. After all, they're sure to accept you. I thought. Because I'm clever and successful?

Or because I'm the son of Oliver Barrett the Third? The meal was as uninteresting as the conversation. At last 'Come and have dinner, son,' said Old Stony face after the match. I knew nothing about the Jenny did not seem ashamed. She kissed me lightly on the Peace Corps. I always make the other man look worse.

We walked to my MG sports car. Good night, sir. Yes, I could not believe that! What do you call your father? My father likes to drive - fast. And at that time of 'Sir. You're a big hockey star I went to telephone Jenny. That was the only good part - and you're always successful in your exams. I told her about the fight. She enjoyed that. He was good at exams Her musical friends never got into fights.

He was in the Olympic Games. Did he win? I'm sorry I couldn't be there to watch you. Perhaps feel a little better. I smiled. Jenny really made me feel better.

Jenny was have to be successful. And that means I have to be good at talking to someone on the telephone in the hall. I hate it. Of course! Oh yes, Phil.

I love you too. Love and kisses. You hate being a hockey star. I had only been away forty-eight 'But he expects it! He was a big success, and he expects 3 me to be the same. I HAD not yet made love to Jenny. In the three weeks we had been together, we had held hands. Sometimes we had kissed, but that was all. Usually I moved much faster - ask How can you say these terrible things about him, when he the other girls that I'd been out with! But Jenny was special. He I felt different about her and I didn't know what to say to her.

She was silent for a moment. We were studying in my room one Sunday afternoon. You're looking at my legs. That's why I go out with you! She put her arms around me. It was all so unhurried, soft and gentle. And 7 was gentle too.

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Was this the real Oliver Barrett the Fourth? He's not very clever, or a wonderful footballer, but he was a good friend to me. Where did he go to study when I was in our room with Jenny?

Where did he sleep on those Saturdays when Jenny and I spent the night together? In the old days I always told him all about my girlfriends. But I never told him about Jenny and me. It isn't natural. At your age? My God, I worry about you, I really do. We'll have that flat in New York one day.

Different girls every night. That girl's got you, and I don't like it! Not wonderful. Not "Olympic Games". Just OK. I'm going to study with Nadia Boulanger, Sometimes we had kissed, but that was all.

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She's a famous music teacher in Paris. I'm very lucky. I won a scholarship, too. I'm really excited about it. We can't do anything about it. After we finish university, you'll go your way and I'll go mine. You'll go to law school—' 'Wait a minute! What are you talking about? Your old man owns a bank. My father's a baker in Cranston, Rhode Island. We're together now. We're happy. You study together, you have fun together.


But afterwards you have to go back to where you belong. Don't leave me, Jenny. What about Paris? I'm saying it now. Up in my room, under the bed. There was nothing more look at them later, shall we? Before I could answer, we heard a voice. The next Sunday we drove to visit my parents in Ipswich, 'Oh, hello, sir. This is Jennifer—' Massachusetts.

Jenny said it was the right thing to do, and 'Hello there.

There was a smile on his usually rock-like face. My wife Alison. This 'Oh my God,' Jenny said when we drove up to the house. It's like a damn palace! Everything will be fine. Not 'Cavilleri,' said Jenny politely. All through dinner Mother kept the polite small talk Florence opened the door. She has worked for the Barrett going.

She told us that my parents were 'So your people are from Cranston, Jennifer? We followed her past a long line of mother. Do you have plans of working on a book of poetry again in the future? I love the ability of poetry to distil so much emotion into so few words chiefly through the use of symbolism, and have always admired this talent in poets.

But I suppose I am more at home with prose. I had written my poems over a period of twenty years, when certain intensely emotional experiences — of longing, anger, pity, joy — compelled me to express them quickly and briefly in words. I suppose I could call my poems cathartic. If not, what makes you a distinctively Singaporean writer? But I readily reveal that much of the raw material of my writing comes from my childhood in Malaysia.

In any case, fifty years ago, Malaysia and Singapore were not only a political but also a cultural entity, to the extent that all the Chinese traditions that I use as the background for my stories — the bondmaids, the superstitions, the death customs, the cultural bias against women etc — were common to both countries. I would like to think that what makes me distinctively a Singaporean writer is my consciousness of being Singaporean and of wanting to contribute to a truly identifiable Singapore cultural identity, which of course would include the entire historical, cultural and emotional inheritance we adoptive Singaporeans have brought with us from the original countries.

This inheritance may be assimilated into the sleek modernity that distinguishes the Singapore ethos, to give rise to a new kind of sensibility and a new kind of literature. MAQ: You were fifteen years old when Malaysia attained inde- pendence.

Tell us what you remember from that period. Do you think race relations in Malaysia were better in the years immediately after independence than they are now? CL: I remember the heady sense of independence, and especially the immense relief at seeing the end of the terrible period of terrorist Peninsular Muse activity known as the Emergency. Without the victory over the ter- rorists, Malaysia would never have felt confident enough to be inde- pendent from the British.

My hometown Kulim had been a hotbed of terrorist activity, and as a child I had heard of and even seen examples of terrorist brutality, which I later wrote about in my novels. I remember having Malay and In- dian classmates, whom I never thought of as such — they were simply my buddies.

MAQ: Were you or your family affected by the riots of 13 May in any way? Was it the main reason you left for Singapore the following year? CL: No, my family and I were not affected by those race riots.

By then I had already got married to a Singaporean and moved to Singapore. But of course I heard fearful stories about the riots and followed anxiously the developments through the media and first person ac- counts of those affected. MAQ: Tell us about your actual process of writing. Do you begin with an outline of the story, or an idea or just the hint of a charcater, and are you preoccupied with language or characterisation or the narrative while writing the story?

Do you maintain some kind of a routine for writing or do you let your intuition take charge and guide you? Once I decide on that factual happening as the focus of my story, my imagination comes in to do much embellishment. For instance, with regard to the emotionally provocative recollection: Catherine Lim When I was a young teacher in Malaysia, somebody told me about a secret love affair between a French Catholic priest and a young mar- ried Chinese woman in a small conservative town.

Years later, I wrote the novel The Teardrop Story Woman based on this happening, draw- ing liberally upon my knowledge of Chinese traditions, taboos, of Catholic strictures, of the special psycho-dynamics of men-women relationships etc to flesh out my characters and incidents.

She would kick them with the little feet, though it cost a great deal of effort since she could hardly walk on them. I am afraid I am not a very disciplined writer, and subject myself to no strict routine.

All I need by way of disciplining myself is to make a kind of plan to have an idea of the crucial points in my nar- rative, for instance, the climax, what should feed into it, how every- thing should come together thematically, structurally and stylistically. Given this view, how do you perceive the creative writing programmes that have mush- roomed lately in American and Asian academia?

CL: Oh dear, did I say that writing was purely a gift? Let me qualify that statement a little. It is a gift in the sense of something innate, like any other artistic talent, but there is much nurturing to do, and a great Peninsular Muse deal of hard work on the part of the writer.

The nurturing can come from education, creative writing classes, courses etc. But, as I had often told participants in the short story writing courses I used to conduct, writing is a very individual thing, and all that tutors and men- tors can do is to trigger off something in the mentee, and let them take off from there and discover and develop their own path.

I encouraged my participants to read widely, to learn from other writers, not to copy them, but to see how certain narrative strategies, stylistic devices etc that appealed to them could inspire them to come up with their own individual styles. MAQ: Kamala Das said that being a woman she could do her writing only after dinner and after all the washing was done and children had gone to bed.

How is your experience similar or different from this? Here is one truly dedicated, com- mitted writer who will go through all kinds of difficulties for her art. I fear I am totally self-indulgent, being able to write only in the most physically comfortable and emotionally congenial conditions. But that is chiefly because I retired from my fulltime job as a lecturer 13 years ago; I live alone, and my children are grown-up and on their own I have a daughter who is a doctor in Hong Kong and a son who is a journalist in the States.

MAQ: What is the role of the writer in a country like Singapore, where technology and prosperity seem to be the dominant interests? CL: The role of the writer — and the artist — in Singapore is to contrib- ute to the development of a cultural identity. Singapore is often — quite justifiably — depicted as a super modern cosmopolis, all steel and glass and chrome, with streets so clean you could eat off them, as an Ameri- can journalist once wrote, all tempo and no rhythm, all head and no heart.

But something is happening that must be very heartening to artists and writers who worry about the hyper-materialism. The gov- ernment is clearly making genuine efforts to create a city that has a human face and even that elusive something called soul, a city that is fun to live in. The sweeping changes in education as well as the burgeoning of the arts attest to this. The only domain that is not experiencing change seems to be that of political freedom, but that would be a subject requiring separate, major treat- ment.

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