My colleague, Danielle* and I were at the Literature section of bookstore this afternoon. We browsed through the books available there. The books are selected stories of famous writers without the titles, just the authors’ names. And we had one of the most interesting conversation.
“I know this one! Sherlock Holmes!” she exclaimed as Danielle pointed to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s.
Gesturing toward Leo Tolstoy’s book she said, “He sounds familiar”.
“How about this one?” I asked. I was referring to Guy de Maupassant.
“That’s the guy who died because of syphilis!”
*Danielle is my fellow writer at The Borneo Post SEEDS. Her degree background is in Medical Lab Technology. That was what happened when you combined those two interests.
*We only learnt a tip of the iceberg when comes to literature here in Malaysia. For instance, the only Shakespeare’s we learnt was Life Brief Candle. The rest? They are purely out of our own passions.