Pierre Schoendoerffer (1928–2012)

This was a book I'd never heard of that my brother brought over, and the cover looks cheap, like the sort of crappy books you expect to see for 10 cents at yard sales. But, this was actually a good book. I did not like the narrator- he was sexist and racist and annoying, but he was also consistent, and the story he was relating was fascinating. The writing skirts the edge of being too florid, but there are some very poetic and thoughtful passages worked into the narrative. I haven't done any research yet to know how much of this story was made up, but I was definitely motivated by this book to learn more about the Murut people of Borneo during and after WW2.… (plus d'informations)