Bøger af Leon Wing

An illustrated edition of a collection of 140-character micro short stories, with themes ranging from love, blood, bodies, emotions, supernatural to just weird.

It is the swinging 60s in seedy Chow Kit, Kuala Lumpur, in recently renamed South East Asian country of Malaysia. Nightclub singer Ah Lan can make the whole room stand up, in more ways than one. Her musical coach Sammi is looking for love from a GI on R&R from the war in Vietnam. Elderly neighbours the Tans are trying to fix her up with Affendi, and he does not really bartend at a club. While Ah Lan puzzles over the subtle changes happening to her body, her dressmaker Mrs Chan invokes the spirits. All these people brought together in an explosive ending witness Ah Lan becoming Ah Lan Toh. 200 years later continues the story of Ah Lan. She has now completely transitioned into a full blown man. He is more than merely unusual in his gender transformation. He has managed to outlive all the characters in the last book-by more than a hundred years. He is a very very old gentleman these days. Having lived for over a hundred years, he has come to accept his longevity. But lately he has noticed once again the beginnings to another set of subtle changes about to happen. Now officially named Orlando Toh, he had married and had children. They in turn married and had their own children. Living as he is now for up to a hundred years and more, he rues watching loved ones come and go. Now, still living in ultra modernized Chow Kit in vastly developed Malaysia, he mostly contends himself with a quiet life, living under the same roof as his surviving great great granddaughter. And she is now herself eighty years old, with her own grown and married children, and in the course of things, she has her own grandchildren, even a young son. This old woman will be planning his great great grandfather's ultimate birthday. And in the end what will happen to Orlando?

Tuala looks like you and me-human, that is-but something is not right. Trapped on earth, an offspring of a union of human and fae, Tuala has gossamer wings on her back masquerading as tattoos. When she gets hangry, she turns into something other than her sweet seductive svelte self. She needs to be sated so she can earn her earthly upkeep as a sex worker in sweltering Kuala Lumpur. She must imbibe humans-whole, body and soul, all the blood and juices. Vampiric, when she feels like it, she will bestow some of her faerie attributes into humans. In other strange Malaysian stories, a man expecting to have died wakes up still living and meets the entity responsible; a neighbor more than minds a child; Red Riding Hood gets a makeover to a Malaysian dystopia; the death of a husband spells more than loss; a father confronts foreign invaders; a Goldilocksian home invader must eat to survive; train passengers witness an accident; ghosts cross-dress, and others at a church get nostalgic.

Tuala looks like you and me-human, that is-but something is not right. Trapped on earth, an offspring of a union of human and fae, Tuala has gossamer wings on her back masquerading as tattoos. When she gets hangry, she turns into something other than her sweet seductive svelte self. She needs to be sated so she can earn her earthly upkeep as a sex worker in sweltering Kuala Lumpur. She must imbibe humans-whole, body and soul, all the blood and juices. Vampiric, when she feels like it, she will bestow some of her faerie attributes into humans.