I am reading “THiS iS MY STORY…” (that is the exact capital/non-capital letters) by Kasandra Kong because it is a top selling novel in Singapore and I am using it to discern a typology of “Singapore Identity.”
“It’s like these authors have done ethnography for you – they’ve somehow figured out what people want to read!” Said the course instructor. It’s really great to be able to do this kind of work. Except, reading this kind of self-indulgent, self-objectifying, feminist-nightmare really makes me want to kill myself.