‘The Garden of Evening Mists’ by Tan Twan Eng
A friend commented that the author’s name sounded like a ring tone, probably alluding to the musical sound of the name. Well then, it is only poetic justice that the tale told by the author wafts into your soul like the faintest notes of a soulful melody that is sad and serene at the same time, making you smile, albeit with tears running down your cheeks.
The story starts with the retired Supreme Court judge Yun Ling Teoh returning to the gardens of Yugiri in the Cameron Highlands after thirty four years. It moves back and forth between the present and the past, at times like a sweet gurgling stream, then an angry downpour that threatens to shake and destroy your very roots, again turning into a serene breeze that makes you close your eyes and smell the mountains around you and at other times like a lake that lays…
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