San Lin Tun
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San Lin Tun's Book and Story
An English Writer
History When an inquisitive young man finds a tattered old poetry book which had slipped behind shelves at the back of a musty second-hand book shop in Rangoon/Yangon, his curiosity about the long-forgotten author is sparked. But bookworm Lin’s quest to find out more about the life of the mysterious, unheralded colonial author takes him into a labyrinth where he discovers truth and lies. When bewildered Lin accidentally loses the book, is everything lost? This suspense-filled tale reveals heart-warming surprises, and ultimately, secrets about life remembering and immortality.
The novel is mainly about the forgotten British poet/writer named C. J Richards who lived in Burma/Myanmar in colonial times and he believed himself as a Burmophile. He served as I.C.S (Indian Civil Servant) and when he retired from I.C.S service, he was a D.C (District Commissioner) and he left for England a year before Burma gained its independence in 1948. He came to Burma in 1920 to work in civil service after passing the hardest I.C.S examination. He wrote several books on Burma and contributed many monthly articles to Guardian Magazine published in Burma from 1953 to 1974 or 1975. Though he wrote several books which had much literary merit to both communities, Britain and Burma (Myanmar), people failed to recognize him.
The story has three parts: one part is set in the contemporary Yangon (then called Rangoon) in 2016 and 2017 context and a young literary enthusiast named “Lin” found out unexpectedly the forgotten writer's poetry book and there is surely a good deal of time gap that led him into a quest to know more about the author’s life. The setting is quite different compared to colonial Burma and independence Myanmar (Burma), early twentieth century and 2016 which is a transitional period in Myanmar.
The writer’s life is fictionalized in the novel and most of the facts are taken from his personal stories and other reference books. It is a kind of historical novel with a twist and it has comparatively constructed the two different periods in Myanmar history to convince readers, locally and abroad more about history, authorship, humanity, colonialism, and transitional development in Myanmar today.
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My husband, Kian Ferguson, watched me collapse over the poisoned wine. He did not call for help. He did not kneel beside me. He only looked at me with cold, satisfied eyes, as if my death had finally made room for the woman he truly wanted—his delicate cousin, Isabelle.
In my first life, I begged for his love.
I endured his family's humiliation. I drank the bitter tonics they forced upon me in the name of fertility, even as my body grew weaker by the day. I was blamed for an empty nursery, mocked as a barren wife, and trapped in a marriage that was slowly killing me.
Then I opened my eyes again.
I was back five years in the past, riding beside Kian at the King's autumn hunt—the very day I first saw how he looked at Isabelle.
This time, I did not weep. I did not fight for him.
I returned to Blackwood Manor and asked for an annulment.
Kian laughed in my face.
"You want to leave?" he said, seizing my arms. "There are only two ways out of this marriage, Adeline. In a coffin, or with my permission. And I will grant you neither."
I went to the King for justice.
The Crown turned me away.
They all believed I had nowhere left to run. A discarded wife. A useless vine. A woman with no power, no allies, and no future beyond the Duke's gilded cage.
They were wrong.
I sold my dowry in secret. I bought merchant ships under a hidden name. I gathered remedies, debts, secrets, and gold.
If no one would grant me freedom, I would purchase it myself.
If no one would give me justice, I would become powerful enough to demand it.
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But days before the ceremony, he walked into the rose garden with my cousin, Seraphina, clinging to his arm.
He looked at me with chilling indifference and announced he was marrying her instead.
"You will still join the Beaumont family. Just not as my wife. You can be my mistress."
Seraphina squeezed out fake tears, claiming they couldn't control their love, while the Beaumont matriarchs cornered me in the drawing room.
They demanded I accept this humiliation quietly to protect their reputation, offering a dowry as the price for my dignity.
Tristan even threatened me, reminding me that without their protection, I was an orphan with nothing left.
They thought I was a helpless girl who would obediently step into their gilded cage, knowing I needed their family's resources to uncover the truth behind my parents' deaths.
The humiliation burned, but my shock quickly turned into cold, hard fury.
I looked at the man who had sworn his love and the cousin I had trusted like a sister.
Why should I sacrifice my dignity to be a stepping stone for their perfect romance?
I, Jolie Vinson, would never be anyone's pathetic mistress.
So, in front of the entire smug family, I made a counter-proposal.
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When we both opened our eyes and returned to the morning our fates were decided, my sister lunged forward and desperately snatched the royal selection brooch from my hands.
"The supreme glory of the court belongs to me this time!" she sneered.
I lowered my head to hide a cold smile. Go ahead, sister. Take that golden death warrant.
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The Ashford family had finally remembered their abandoned daughter, but only to use me as a disposable substitute.
They were forcing me to marry the terrifying Prince Regent in place of their precious darling, Seraphina.
The Prince was rumored to be a cursed, crippled monster who had already outlived three dead brides.
Everyone knew this wasn't a wedding; it was a brutal death sentence.
When I confronted my "father," he coldly told me it was my duty to sacrifice my life so his real daughter could marry the Crown Prince.
They thought I was just a weak, useless pawn they could ship off like cattle.
They expected me to cry, beg, and accept my tragic fate.
But I wasn't that timid girl anymore. I smiled at my so-called father and held out two fingers.
"Alright, I'll marry him."
I watched their faces pale as my smile widened.
"But not for free. Two hundred thousand gold lions."
After extorting my own family, I took the carriage to the Prince's castle, where they tried to humiliate me by making me enter through a tiny servant's door.
Instead of submitting, I walked over to a thousand-pound marble gargoyle statue by the main entrance.
I ripped off my veil, lifted the massive stone beast with my bare hands, and smashed the heavy iron gates to splinters.
"Go tell your master his bride has arrived."
I let the words sink into the dead silence.
"And if he doesn't open this gate, I will tear it down myself." Loving Willow
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