How Long to Read Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks!

How Long Does it Take to Read Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks!?

It takes the average reader 6 hours and 40 minutes to read Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks! by N. A. R. Kashwin

Assuming a reading speed of 250 words per minute. Learn more

Description

The autobiographical novel is based upon the memoir of an eight-year-old girl, N.A.R. Kashwin (her pen name) growing up in Singapore with all a privileged family could offer presented at her feet. A large bungalow with grounds, servants, lavish children''s parties, the best toys, apparel, and education available to a Colonial-styled household of children. The incidents are mostly true, spiced with a little added creativity! Her father, a direct descendent of an exiled Sultan from Dutch-colonised Indonesia, served in the Colonial British Army as a senior military officer and was posted to Singapore shortly after WWII. This is her memoir of that youth during that one year; a time when she had access to corners of the Colony normally closed to children of Asian parents. From the karangoni man and his ongoing altercation with the family''s cook to the resident Sufi priest, and from a mysterious Mystic Moulana to a kacang putih man (a crazed Indian peddler who inadvertently encountered a collision with a large bamboo pole), she saw it all--but her memoir illustrates a deeper challenge in her parents; a regimental father, and a prim and proper mother, with leanings towards being OCD. This is an intimate and powerful memory of a place and time now past. Zubaidah, a delusional woman best described as one sandwich short of a picnic'' is the family''s Chief Cook. Her humourous antics and spirited escapades are not without producing comical, but oft undesirable, results! Her long-suffering completely bald husband "Kebun", is a nondescript humble individual who goes about his duties patiently and for his wife''s and the rest of the household''s sake, silently. Unbeknownst to Kebun, he unwittingly becomes a very prominent feature indeed, in the SOP of the girl''s bicycle riding ambitions...She recounts a Children''s Home visit, where she is about to lose a sackful of her precious toys - a commodity not easily available to children in the 1960''s and how that singular incident spearheaded her DCI father to becoming the Chairman of the Home for a near quarter of a century thereafter. Unrestricted by guardian control, but fortuitously shielded from her mother''s cane-wielding outbursts by their protective police driver, who also doubled as her father''s batman, she had free access to hidden corners of the Colony normally closed to children like her. Befriending the servants'' children and local hawkers, she spoke Malay as a first language, and British English to her parents. She tasted delicacies such as boiled jackfruit seeds, raw petai (stinky beans), salted duck eggs, and partook of ethnic festivals and ceremonies hosted by her parents. She even entered the parameters of the forbidden death houses in Chinatown, wandered along its streets amongst a group of Triad members gathered at a Chinese funeral and even visited a Muslim cemetery, seeing for the first time a Muslim corpse. Along the way she encountered a colourful array of people, from the South Indian fresh milk peddler, with his bedraggled cow and cart in tow, a semi-blind Chinese kindergarten caretaker with whom she struck a mutually beneficial deal, an old Chinese fortune teller, a bare-chested salacious Indian gardener of whom she sent packing, and an unsuspecting Chettiar moneychanger with whom her brother performed an impressive sleight-of-hand. Ultimately, she introduces her psychic and clairvoyant eldest sister from whom she was parted as a toddler, and only reunited 25 years down the road. Shadowed by the quirkiness of an obsessive mother and a regimentally disciplined father, she was keen to experience and understand all the customs, cultures, and behavioural patterns of a multi-racial old Singapore, and this was largely instrumented by the family''s driver, her nanny and their housekeeper. N.A.R. Kashwin''s compelling memoir is a journey into Singapore''s multi-racial customs and cultures within a near extinct Colonial way of life that is peppered with infectious humour, and intrigue.

How long is Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks!?

Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks! by N. A. R. Kashwin is 388 pages long, and a total of 100,104 words.

This makes it 131% the length of the average book. It also has 122% more words than the average book.

How Long Does it Take to Read Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks! Aloud?

The average oral reading speed is 183 words per minute. This means it takes 9 hours and 7 minutes to read Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks! aloud.

What Reading Level is Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks!?

Policemen's Children Aren't Crooks! is suitable for students ages 12 and up.

Note that there may be other factors that effect this rating besides length that are not factored in on this page. This may include things like complex language or sensitive topics not suitable for students of certain ages.

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