Eka Kurniawan's Man Tiger is (as far as I can recall) my first foray into Indonesian literature, and I have to say that it was a truly sensational start. The novel follows the links between two families in a small, unspecified village in Indonesia, which grow increasingly complex as the novel progresses. That said, the novel's opening line reveals that the boy of the first family, Margio, has just murdered the father of the other, Anwar Sadat, so it's a complicated dynamic from the off. Man Tiger then goes back over the previous year of Margio and Anwar Sadat's lives, subverting the stereotype of the 'whodunit' crime genre by announcing this in the opening line, and instead using the novel to examine why the murder occurred. This unusual plot dynamic has the potential to have less suspense than a classic crime novel, since the reader already knows what will happen in the end, but for Man Tiger it actually has the opposite effect. You see these two men goin...
Morrissey So-Famous-I-Only-Need-One-Name's first novel List of the Lost is nothing short of a tragedy. A tragedy for the publishers who agreed to stroke his inflated ego by allowing it to go to print, a tragedy for readers everywhere who waste precious hours (which seem to drag on) in the valiant effort to finish the novel (if you can call it that - it somehow seems an insult to all other novels to do so), and a tragedy for the plot, which should have been a moving and thought-provoking exploration of love and loss. List of the Lost follows a four-piece American relay team in the 1970s after they accidentally kill a homeless man. From thereon in, things get progressively weirder, as Morrissey struggles to decide if he is writing a fantasy, a philosophical novel or literary fiction. The entire thing is a mess. A large part of the issue comes from Morrissey's self-indulgent writing style, similar to that of an angsty, precocious fifteen year old who has learned about lit...