If you’ll allow me to raise my head from the books for a moment: here is a video that accompanies a fundraising drive for Singapore’s first and only specialist service supporting women who have experienced sexual assault. It features the powerful testimony of survivors of sexual assault – talking about, among other things, the importance of supportive services to their recovery. Please watch, give and share! [Disclaimer: this service is run by my employers!]
Zoe Tay for SACC : “The journey: voices of survivors” from Sexual Assault Care Centre on Vimeo.
And yes that is Zoe Tay (squee!) and here is the selfie that I took with her during the filming (squee!). She was really nice (squee!).
At some point I must put into text my EXCITEMENT about Sarah Waters’ The Paying Guests (Sarah Waters! Squee!) but that point is not now.
This is magnificent. [Note: NSFW, sexual violence]
“I know a slaughterhouse when I see one.”
I forgot to post this here earlier! This is a commentary piece I wrote for MyPaper on the penguin business.
And just in case reading that riles you all up again, here’s my soothing current earworm:
Here’s another reading that I did at BooksActually.
I just realised this morning that this Saturday’s event is taking place on the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia – a nice coincidence. There’s also a reading from I Will Survive (edited by Leow Yangfa) going on that evening, which unfortunately I can’t make, but you should check it out.
Here is a reading I did from A Certain Exposure at the 17 April launch at BooksActually. A little to whet the appetite for Saturday perhaps?
I was supposed to write a review of Josephine Chia’s novel, My Mother-in-Law’s Son, but about three-quarters of the way in I’ve finally accepted defeat: I have nothing positive to say about this book. The writing is E.L. James meets racist Victorian ethnograph, the plot is full of sub-soap operatic machinations, and we know the eponymous character is pathetic because the narrators tell us – repeatedly – that he squeezes his zits.
I’d been plodding on for some time out of a sense of obligation (free review copy and all that). But last night I got to the chapter in which protagonist Swee Gek meets an “ang moh” (her term) who appears to have been modelled on Pepé Le Pew; and she experiences, three separate times in the space of a few pages, “a diaphanous memory” which turns out to be the sensation of falling in ^*~love~*^ with him. I just couldn’t cope after that.
Stornoway has cheered me up though.