I bought 100 of these books this Christmas to give away, it's that good.
John's memoirs are written in a very natural format - the entire book is composed of letters to his father and his best friend, and diary entries. It is interesting - he tries in his letters to evoke the sights and smells of a very alien Malaysia at the time to his friend and family at home, so it's perfectly written for the modern day reader. He also comes across as a supremely charming and lovely man - I felt I had lost a friend when I finished the book. He perfectly brings to life the world of a colonial rubber planter, the lifestyle and challenges thereof. In the threefold manner of his narrative, he deals with factual stuff (to his father, who asks many questions), a small degree of macho boasting and social descriptions (to his friend), and his emotions and the real truth on the macho stuff (in his diary), so the whole picture comes across nicely. The period is interesting too - they had just come out of The Emergency and Malaysia was just gaining her independence.
I myself am half Malaysian and the problem with memoirs of this era is often the inherently racist attitudes of the time, which are apparent at places in the book, but luckily Mr. Dodd does not appear to suffer from this affliction so in many ways it's much easier to assimilate for the modern day reader. Indeed, his affection for the people grows over the time he spends there and I believe he still lives there to this day. If you want another similar recommendation, do try to track down Austin Coates's "Myself a Mandarin", which is sadly out of print now.
Thank you very much, Mr. Dodd, for such a wonderful book and legacy you have left us all.