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From raising rates to downing drinks. This week’s essay, “Postcard from Chicago: chasing the moth herb”, is by Myle Yan Tay, a Singaporean studying creative writing there (and playwright of a show that will be staged at Checkpoint Theatre, this month). He compares the Windy City’s drinking culture to the one in our little red dot.
“I put it in the microwave for two minutes, unaware of its potent rate of heat transfer. The jar came out burning to the touch. I waited for it to cool, its pungent aroma filling our kitchen. I waited. I took a sip. I burnt my tongue. I hated the taste, even more bitter perhaps because I accidentally cooked it.”
I’m not going to name the potion he’s talking about there. Read the piece. Yan’s breezy, meandering, whimsical style here perfectly suits the subject, and brought back memories of numerous drinking experiences: my first drink, 11, when I stole some Gordon’s Gin from my father’s cabinet (spat it out) to all-day-drinking escapades at MacRitchie Reservoir and around Berkeley, California, the latter not unlike the one Yan describes in Chicago.
(A note to Jom’s readers below 18: alcohol is a poison; treat it with care. I’ve had friends suffer from addiction and Yan describes one too.)
For those who’ve missed our previous postcards, please see our selection here. I’m really thrilled with how this series is shaping up. Your money is supporting not just Singaporeans on the island, but those far away too.
p.s. In Parliament yesterday, a book I wrote before co-founding Jom, The battle over Lee Kuan Yew’s last will, was criticised. I wrote a rebuttal on my own blog and Jom wrote something in Singapore This Week. Singapore’s Today newspaper also wrote a great piece incorporating my rebuttal. Please reply to this e-mail if you’d like to discuss anything about the issue!
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Correction: an earlier version of this newsletter said that Yan's play at Checkpoint Theatre is currently on, this is incorrect. "Brown Boys Don't Tell Jokes" runs from March 23rd to April 2nd.