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Saturday, January 17, 2015

Fiction based on Facts -- Take2

Please dear ER read my immediate PRIOR POST FIRST, there is RELEVANCE. You dare aRsEk where or what? Hey, get the here out of hell!

I will write the FICTION after you digest the following extract from via!

Treat the following as 


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4:50PM Jan 15, 2015


Meet the killers of Altantuya

At last, almost a decade after the high-profile case of slain Mongolian national Altantuya Shaariibuu, the faces of the two ex-police officers convicted for her murder have been revealed.

Malaysiakini has today obtained a copy of their photographs, courtesy of the Bukit Aman police headquarters.
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DESIDERATA: Thinking Aloud/Allowed still, cun? 
You see now the TWO FACES above -- but how do you KNOW FOR CERTAIN these arethe two sentenced to hang? I don't know, you don't know until you were shown the photos courtesy of mkini, BUT THE Q REMIANS: Why Now after eigfht LONG years? 
OR writers should not ask questions? I remember Amnpour of CNN used to plug their programmes with one line -- paraphrasing here OK!  "We dare to ask the questions that should be asked (for the readers' benefit) -- especially those questions people are not willing to answer..."
FACTS-cum-FICTION that follows:
An alert fellow blogger asked me to read about the "hero" in the "TALE OF TWO CITIES"
by Charles Dickens: how this is relevant to The Takle of Two Malaysian Felons, One in Prison, and One on the Run Down Under, if you believe the Star and the iGP as disclosed in the precedent post.
Please bear with Desi while I google for what is referred above to by my BUMmer friend I fondly call DPP, Cun?
(To be resumed...) 


A Tale of Two Cities Summary

How It All Goes Down

It’s 1775. Trouble is a-brewin’ in the French countryside. Apparently, the folks out there don’t like to be starved and taxed to death. Who would’ve guessed it, eh?

As our novel starts, a very businessman-like British gentleman makes his way into the heart of Paris. He’s on a very unsettling mission. In fact, it’s almost enough to make a businessman cry. You see, eighteen years ago, a French doctor was imprisoned without any warning (or any trial). He’s been locked up in the worst prison of all prisons, the Bastille. After almost two decades, he was released – again without any explanation – and he’s currently staying with an old servant of his, Ernst Defarge. Today, Mr. Lorry (that’s our British businessman) is on a mission to the French doctor back to England, where he can live in peace with his daughter.

Dr. Manette may be free, but he’s still a broken man. He spends most of his time cobbling together shoes and pacing up and down in his dark room. Too accustomed to the space of a prison to understand that he can actually leave his room, Dr. Manette seems doomed to live a pitiful life.

Fortunately for Dr. Manette (and for Mr. Lorry, now that we think about it), he happens to have the World’s Perfect Daughter. Lucie, the child he left eighteen years ago, is now a grown-up, smiling, blond, perfect ray of sunshine. Everything she touches seems to turn to gold. Vomit if you’d like, but Lucie is indeed perfect. And she’ll need every ounce of that perfection to restore her father back to health.

Of course, she does manage to bring Dr. Manette back into the everyday world. We never doubted her for a second. Within the space of five years (that’s 1780, for those of you who are counting), Dr. Manette is a new man. He’s a practicing doctor again; he and Lucie live in a small house in Soho. They don’t have much money (Dr. Manette’s cash was all seized in France), but Lucie manages to shine her rays of wonderfulness over their lives. In other words, they’re pretty happy. And they’ve adopted Mr. Lorry as a sort of drop-in uncle.

As we pick up the story in 1780, Dr. Manette and Lucie have been called as witnesses in a treason case. Apparently, a young man named Charles Darnay is accused of providing classified information to the French government. English trials at the time resemble smoke-and-mirror tricks: Dickens takes great delight in mocking the "esteemed" members of the court. Thanks to Lucie’s compassionate testimony and some quick work by a man who looks strangely like Charles Darnay, however, our man Charles is off the hook.

A free man, Charles Darnay immediately realizes just how perfect our perfect Lucie actually is. He sets up shop in the Manette house, coming to visit almost every day. The Charles look-alike, a disreputable (but, let’s face it, really likable) guy called Sydney Carton, also takes a liking to Lucie. If Charles is shiny and good and perfect, Sydney is… not any of those things. He also likes to beat himself up a lot. (In fact, we’re thinking that he could really use one of those twelve-step esteem boosting programs.)

Sydney loves Lucie with all his heart, but he’s convinced that he could never deserve her. What does he do? Well, he tells her precisely why she could never love him. Surprise, surprise: she agrees. She’d like to help him be a better person, but he would rather wallow in his misery. After all, wallowing sounds like so much fun, doesn’t it? Wallow, wallow, wallow. That’s Sydney in a nutshell.

Charles, meanwhile, fares a little bit better. He marries Lucie. On the day of his wedding, he tells Dr. Manette a secret: he’s actually a French nobleman in disguise. A very particular French nobleman, as a matter of fact: the Marquis Evrémonde. Because everything in a Dickens novel has to fit into a neat pattern, it’s no real surprise that the Evrémondes were the evil brothers who locked Dr. Manette up in the first place. The good doctor is a bit shocked, of course, but he eventually realizes that Charles is nothing like his father or his uncle (the evil Evrémondes brothers). Dr. Manette is willing to love Charles for the man he is, not the family he left behind.

Things are going swimmingly in England. Charles moves in with the Manettes, he makes a decent wage as a tutor, and Dr. Manette seems to be as happy as ever. But wait, wasn’t this a tale of two cities? What happened to the other city?

OK, you got us. While everything’s coming up roses in London, everything’s coming up dead in Paris. We only wish we were kidding. People are starving, the noblemen run over little children with their carriages, and everyone is pretty unhappy. In fact, they’re so unhappy that they’re beginning to band together as "citizens" of a new republic. Right now, Ernst Defarge and his wife are at the center of a revolutionary group. We can tell that they’re revolutionary because they’re super-secret. And they also call each other "Jacques." That’s "Jack" in French.

In the village of the Evrémondes, the Marquis has been stabbed in the night. Gasp! The government hangs the killer, but tensions don’t ever really settle down. Finally, the steward of the Evrémonde estate sends a desperate letter to the new Marquis: because folks hated the old Marquis so much, they’re now throwing the steward into prison.

A bunch of fluke accidents conspire to make sure that Charles gets the letter. He’s the Marquis, remember? Even though he’s thrown off his old title and his old lands entirely, he can’t help but feel responsible for the fate of this steward. Without telling his wife or his father-in-law anything about what’s been going on, he secretly sets off for France.

Unfortunately for Charles, he picked a bad time for a summer vacation. By the time he arrives on the shores of France, the revolutionaries have overturned the country. The King is about to be beheaded. The Queen soon follows suit. Murder and vengeance and mob mentality are all boiling over. Immediately detained, Charles soon realizes that he’s made a big, big mistake. By the time he reaches Paris, he’s become a prisoner. New laws dictate that he’s going to be executed by La Guillotine.

Fortunately, Dr. Manette hears about his fate. With Lucie in tow, he rushes to Paris. It turns out that he’s something of a celebrity there: anybody who was falsely arrested under the aristocratic rule of old is now revered as one of the heroes of the new Republic. The doctor shows up at Charles's trial and wows the judges with his heroic plea to save his son-in-law.

Everything seems happy again. Sure, it’s the middle of the French Revolution, but the Manettes and Charles are in the clear. Or at least, that’s how it seems for a few hours. All too quickly, however, Charles is arrested again. This time, the Defarges have accused him of being a member of the nobility and a stain on the country’s name.

Frantic, Doctor Manette tries to intervene. The court case for Charles’s second trial goes very differently from the first one, though. Ernst Defarge produces a letter, written by Dr. Manette himself, which condemns Charles to death.

Wait a second! Dr. Manette? Impossible! Well, not exactly. Long ago, Dr. Manette scribbled down the history of his own imprisonment and secreted it in a wall of the Bastille. The history tells a sordid tale of rape and murder – crimes committed by Charles’s father and brother. Incensed, the jury of French revolutionary "citizens" decides that Charles should pay for the crimes of his father.

Before he can be executed, however, Sydney Carton comes to the rescue. A few good tricks and a couple of disguises later, Charles is a free man. He and his family head back to England in (relative) safety. Sydney, however, doesn’t fare so well. He takes Charles’s place in prison and dies on the guillotine.

Crazy, huh? The novel, however, thinks that his sacrifice is pretty heroic. And we’ve got to say, we agree.

Part Fiction/Part Factual and someting in-betwin:

DESIDERATA: Thinking Aloud/Allowed continues, cun2?

So can the creative in Desi spin a Tale of Two Modernist Countries, along with playing Modernist Sherlock Holmes&Olde DrWhatson?

MSherlock: Dr Whatson, my good companion -- you have a situation here in Malaysia, no?
One blighter Azilah was present in court and sentenced in court for the murder of a Mongolian gal on Malaysian soil who according to reliable immigration records never entered Malayia, how can that be?

Dr Whatson: I think in this Internet age, there is a possibility of the runaway felon being in TWO UNIVERSES; I think Dr Stephen Hawking and some of his weird professors of Nobelity believe this in a phenomenon termed PARALLEL UNIVERSE.

MSherlock: Ah, that's interesting. Arresting in fact -- the Police arrested him in Malaysia, then conveniently he was allowed to cover his face and anatomy top to toe in appearances at the High Court, Appeal Court and lastly/lustily, at the final Federal Court. No wonder the people of Malaysia are relieved to be ablt to see the FACES via PHOTOS published by
 (refer to shortest 5-starred extract***** above from the news portal -- this mousey writer called Desi , blarfy h**l!, can't even afford subscribin g to the news portal so we can't learn more like a full APB from CSI or Law&Order episodic American propaganda! Sorry, I digress:)

Dr Whatson: But where is this leading us? WQhat's the connection to the Malaysian court sentence of DEATH to the two blighters?

MSherlock: For that, you my dear Dr Whatson, go to the country named Australia down under. Dopn't take the MAS or AirAsia flight, OK!

Dr Whatson: OK, can I swim over, I have ancestry genes form Mount Olympus, you know?


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