Malay Literature

Having to read through a 238-page Malay novel is an ordeal no one should have to endure. Not even Hitler. Or Michael Jackson. I have yet to find a Malay book that does not contain one of the following:

• A character who dies.


• A mysterious cave/island/house.


• Cheesy rip-off storyline.


• Thieves.


• Ghosts.


• "Evil city folk".


• And so on.


• And so forth.

I think you get the point. Reading Malay literature is the equivalent of slapping one's self on the face with a stale and slightly damp fish: It makes your head hurt and it's utterly pointless.