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“Standing there with our heads tilted back to the sky, our faces lit by ancient starlight and the dying fires of those fragments of a planet broken up long ago, I forgot where I was, what I had gone through, what I had lost.”

Quote by Tan Twan Eng

Work

The Garden of Evening Mists

This novel is a poignant exploration of the complexities of human relationships and the enduring power of art. Set in the aftermath of World War II, it delves into the lives of a Japanese gardener and a British woman, weaving together their personal histories and the beauty of traditional Japanese gardens. more

Author

Tan Twan Eng
Tan Twan Eng

Tan Twan Eng is a Malaysian author known for his unique literary style and profound cultural insights. His works often explore issues of identity, family, and society, winning him widespread acclaim from readers. more

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