Pyay Thit Han - The Coast of Uddhasi and Other Prose

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A friend of mine introduced him to me more than 2 years ago. He introduced me as a reader. He is a real reader. He reads everything I give him. He comes every two or three days. He often exchanges old books with new ones. After about three months, he asked me what I wanted to read, and I never opened one. War and Peace. Since it was a two-volume set, I gave him the first volume. After about 15 days, he gave me the first volume and borrowed the second volume. Then he read books by Sayar Zaw Gyi, Sayar Mya Than Tint, and Sayar Dagon Tary.

When I talked to him, it was clear that he had thoroughly read the books I had given him. At that time, I thought of him as a little draftsman. Then I read his manuscripts. The ideas were good, but the writing was not up to the mark and the presentation was poor. He advised him to study and imitate the prose of Sayar Zaw Gyi. He would occasionally accompany me to Yangon and expand his literary horizons.

He is... now a new country. He has already published a whole book of articles. This is his second book. He has a contemporary perspective and fresh ideas. For example, the short story "Oddish Beach", which depicts the bond between a penguin and an old couple who are washed away by oil. The penguin recovers.

He was sent back to his homeland. After traveling more than 3,000 kilometers by sea, the little penguin came to say goodbye every year. He didn't want the little penguin to ever return to his grandfather... Why? Because he considered the little penguin a refugee from war... Whether you accept it or not, it can be said that it is a thoughtful short story.

A magazine published a short travelogue titled "Sunshine that vomits a flower." It is a short travelogue. On the way back from Yangon, he noticed a beautiful girl in a fast car, and exchanged glances, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sense of delight. His friend was also in the car. The girl walked a little distance with them. The author and his friend were walking together. His friend opened a KTV shop and a massage parlor together. At the entrance to the town, his friend asked him to stop the car. He got out first and called the girl. You can imagine the author's feelings left in the car. He often left such thoughts.

He has also written articles like "One Night's Journey" about their village that was devastated by Cyclone Nargis. He is also a writer of thought-provoking articles like "Three Friends and I," "Argument and Refutation," and "The Power of Fiction and Art."

I also study contemporary politics, such as a government close to the people, and a people close to the government. The people who are in conflict and the language that is in conflict, the war that has not happened and the war that is still happening.

His reading ability and thinking ability can be seen in the books.

War is a very important matter, not something that can be left to soldiers.

(War that has not happened, war that is still happening) In other words, he and I are of different generations. We are the generation that grew up in the Cold War era (1945-89). The new generation is the generation that grew up with globalization after the Cold War. We are Generation X. They are the Y generation. Their generation is new and fresh. A life that is free to roam the vast IT field with advanced technologies. Humans who have access to the world's latest books on the Internet. If we only have a difference in contemporary feelings, there is no reason for us to meet.

I believe that reading Pyay Thit Han's writings is a reflection of his age, his background, and his talent. It would be wrong to say that he was the fastest and most explosive person in my circle. I have never given him much advice. I don't want him to be too big. If he is too big, he will think too much. If his thoughts and actions are not the same, the writing will underestimate him. It will tear him apart. And establish a strong writing style. Every successful writer has a unique writing style.

(John Keats (1795-1821), the great English poet of the 18th and early 19th centuries, who lived only 26 years, left a message on his tombstone as he told his friends when he was dying. He was not even allowed to have his name engraved on it. The message was: "He who wrote his name in water lies down." Almost 200 years have passed. His name is still famous. People still recite his poem "To the Rainbird". Perhaps Keats was a humble man. Perhaps he was bitter about not being allowed to carve the great artistic stone within him.

It was not me who truly guided Pyay Thit Han. It was not Sayar Zaw Gyi, nor Sayar Dagon Taya, nor Sayar Mya Than Tint. It was no one. How do you write your name? He will have to answer. Only the answer to this question will truly guide him. .

Maung Khaing Lat

31-10-2017