Foo Yin Tung
Singapore: Marshall Cavendish Editions, 2012
ISBN: 9789814382021
Away from prying eyes, in hidden alleys and on invisible streets lies an underworld, privy only to those who know where to find it. A world built on trust, loyalty, blood and fueled by money and power.
Foo Yin Tung has worked hard to get to where he is. He now oversees his gang's online gambling and casinos and has a plan to expand his territory; a plan that will not only see him recognized by his chief, but also rid him of a rival gang.
But blood begets blood and Yin Tung soon finds himself embroiled in the middle of a war - a war for territory, for pride, and to protect the ones he loves. Immerse yourself in this compelling, gritty and honest account of one man's life in the underbelly of Singapore.
1 comment:
This book is literary bilge, and the poem at the end is a crime for which a suitable punishment has yet to be devised.
Foo Yin Tung is a thug with a thesaurus who expects us to believe that his fellow thugs use words like "inane" in daily conversation.
It is realistically written, insofar as it is what can realistically be expected from the pen held by a hand more used to holding hatchets.
I am surprised Marshall Cavendish picked him up, being as it is a non-fiction publisher, and supposedly of more discerning taste. Perhaps the editor involved was blind drunk, or took part in a wager whose unfortunate result determined that he see this load of badly written sensationalist bunk to the presses.
The only good I can see is, if Mr Foo's chimeral abortion can be published, so can anyone else's, including mine. I guarantee one thing: my manuscript will not have a longwinded poetasting epic poem about myself appended at the end like a lost anus to make up the word count.
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