It has been exactly a year since I submitted the final edits of Footprints to my editor at MPH. Eric was sending the manuscript to the printer on 1 February but I stopped making revisions several days before 31 January, the deadline.
“I know there’s always a better way to say something and to string words into pretty chains but my journey with this book is done,” I told the editor in an email. And I believe that. One could go on revising and rewriting forever. But we have to stop some time in order to get the book published.
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I had several interviews after the book was out. One frequently asked question was: Why did you write the book?
What goaded me to start writing was the realization that our childhood memories amused my younger sister who was battling cancer. However, the materials for the book had been brewing in my head for a very long time, years before my sister fell ill. I knew that a book about the Dusuns had to be written. Now, I’m not saying that no books had ever been written about the Dusuns. I’ve come across many fine books written by white men who came to work in North Borneo—men such as Ivor Evans, Owen Rutter and Oscar cook, to mention a few. But I thought it’s time we wrote our own stories.
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So I wrote this book, a family portrait in which I’ve painted scenes of life from the good old days when all Dusuns were rice farmers. Today, more and more of us have given up farming. For some of us, it’s because urbanization has eaten up our paddy fields. For others it’s because education has given us the option of seeking other forms of employment.
I also want to help preserve the Dusun traditions and beliefs. Our culture, because it’s rooted in agriculture and life in the ‘wild’ is fast disappearing. I want to remind readers that we’re in danger of losing the very things which make us unique and that there is an urgent need to preserve the cultures of all the indigenous people of
Sabah. There must be some ways of retaining the old (even as we move toward becoming a modern society,) something we can perhaps learn from where hi-tech exists side by side with centuries-old traditions. Japan
|Signing books at the book launch|
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I also wrote so our future generations will know that their ancestors were hardworking farmers who lived in harmony with nature and were at peace with their nearest neighbours: the Chinese of Kota Belud and the Bajaus of the surrounding villages. It is a reminder to all that we have something to learn about harmonious living from our unschooled, illiterate ancestors, the ‘wild men’ of
Finally, I wanted to show ordinary Malaysians that we don’t have to be a ‘somebody’ to write about our lives.
|Footprint cupcakes at the launch|
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Having a list of ‘valid’ reasons for writing a book is, of course, not good enough to hanker for publication. What if nobody wants to read the book? That possibility gnawed at me as soon as the rewriting was over. I was so afraid of embarrassing the clan by becoming the laughing stock of the kampong. But I still had more than a month before the book was out and I could pretend I hadn’t done anything that might cause my siblings to wrinkle their brows as they respond to questions posed by their acquaintances: “Who? Tina? Oh, you must be mistaken. We don’t have a sister by that name. ”