24 Nov

Readaholic Confessions: Ong Teck Beng

We’ve got an exciting book to recommend to you today! This is thanks to Ong Teck Beng, whom we spoke to recently.

Teck Beng is involved in the paper mill business and is aptly, an avid reader as well. He is very interested in lesser-known fiction books, and is often researching online for new finds. We decided to ask him a few questions about the latest book he was reading…

What was the last book you read that you thoroughly enjoyed?

Wintering by Peter Geye. I enjoyed it so much I bought 2 of his other books after!


How did you come across it?

One of the places I love to go to is Kinokuniya. I was just browsing through the store one day and the book cover caught my attention– it was of a map and a canoe. I flipped through it, read bits of it and decided to buy it. I like taking chances when it comes to books and this was one that paid off.

Source: http://po.st/92g34T


What is the book about?

It is set in a small town on the North Shore of Lake Superior, which borders USA and Canada. It is chiefly about the journey of a father and son as they set out on an expedition through the wilderness. Besides being a novel about man and nature, it is also about the people in the small town and the tenderness of their relationships.

Source: http://po.st/72GKUN


What did you like about Peter Geye’s writing style?

Usually, it’s the characters that carry the story, but Geye managed to immerse the landscape into the whole narrative. He has a lyrical and poetic way of writing. For instance, it was as if you could feel the fog and it was like another character.


Did you relate to the story in any way?

Yes, I spent much of 2015 in Ontario, and it brought back memories of the time I spent there – the landscape, the lakes, the cold, the small towns… The book serves as a kind of affirmation of the reality I felt while I was there.

Source: http://po.st/zFsLTL

If Teck Beng’s review got you interested, borrow Wintering here: http://po.st/vhgHg9

“When she asked what my father taught me, I told her I couldn’t put it into words. But then I lay awake watching the snow fall outside and came up with this: how brave a thing it was for him to try to rediscover something, even if it was only himself, not a continent.”