on 14 August 2012
I really enjoyed this book. It's a collection of stories and anecdotes from the late 1950s when the author was sent out from England to manage a rubber plantation in Malaya. Never mind the fact he knew nothing about agriculture, Malaya (now Malaysia) or life in general - such was the madness of the colonial era.
What lifts it above the average memoir is the way the author looks back and evaluates events in the light of modern morality. In other words, he's no apologist for colonialism, or indeed much of his own behaviour. Sometimes I thought he was a little harsh on himself.
The stories are well told, and the structure of the book makes it easy to dip into at will.
This would be enjoyed by anyone who has an interest in Malaysia, it's different races (Malay, Chinese, Tamil), it's wildlife, and of course plantation life.