(Canongate, 2 May 2013, charity shop buy)
I have mixed feelings about this book.
There is much I enjoyed. I loved the setting; the author brings it to brilliant and vivid life. I fell in the love with the sense of place created. It was all very romantic and beautiful.
I enjoyed the way the author explores the history of Malaysia.
Two areas of the book didn't work for me.
The prose is sumptuous but this is a little too much at times. Excessive description is not always a good thing and large chunks of the text bored me at times. There is one image where a man touching a woman's back is described as a dragonfly settling on a leaf. This might be pretty but felt really flat and pointless to me. Just pretty words used that essentially meant nothing. I started to get bored about three quarters of the way through and finishing it was a slog.
I didn't feel like the characters had a lot of life. For the most part they are flat, dull and I felt nothing for them. The prose is sumptuous and the setting vivid and yet these cold, bland characters are stuck in the middle of it all. I didn't really feel the characters. They weren't real enough for me so I cared nothing about what happened to me.
I didn't like Yun Ling as a narrator; she is cold, distant and just horrible at time. She is petulant most of the time and comes across as a whiny child. Her endless anger also started to tick me off pretty quickly. I get that she experienced trauma but her behaviour was exhausting and did not elicit the slightest bit of sympathy.
I thought I'd love The Garden of Evening Mists but it fell flat on it's pretty face.