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Before arriving at The Night Tiger, Choo had spent eight years on an abandoned murder mystery about an elephant detective, a project she ultimately discarded. When she finally found the right premise, its literary ancestor was clear.
The Night Tiger is a murder mystery and a supernatural tale, inspired by all the Agatha Christie novels I read.
Ji Lin, the novel’s dancehall-girl protagonist, grew from a single paragraph Choo had first read as a child. R.H. Bruce Lockhart’s 1936 memoir Return to Malaya contained a brief aside about visiting a Chinese dancehall, and the image of those women’s invisible lives never left her.
I first read about these Chinese dancehalls in an old book when I was a kid... And in an aside, he describes visiting a Chinese dancehall in which he says: There’s all these young girls, and they dance really well — they’re professional dancers — and in between dances they’re all kept in a pen, and ... you can only dance with them for a ticket. And he’d mentioned how mysterious it was — like, nobody knew anything about them.
Western werewolf mythology sends the transformed man outward into wilderness. The Malaysian weretiger, which Choo had grown up hearing about, reverses that logic entirely, and the reversal gave her a structural key for everything the novel was trying to do.
It is a beast who wears the skin of a human and comes out of the jungle to knock on your door and eat you in your home.
Civilization, not the forest, is where danger arrives. That inversion of the expected direction of threat becomes the organizing pressure behind both the murder plot and the book’s supernatural architecture.
The 1930s Malayan setting was not simply atmospheric backdrop. Choo’s father had collected histories and travelers’ tales of the period, and colonial buildings she visited on school holidays were still standing, beautiful and decaying. She chose the era because its written record was sparse enough to need filling.
Dualities and mirror worlds are things that sort of run through this novel. You know, on the one hand it functions as a murder mystery, and on the other it also has a lot of supernatural questions about it.
Choo writes without an outline, which she describes as both unavoidable and costly. For The Night Tiger, the cost was four years of sustained inhabitation before the book was ready.
I am a slow writer, because I need to really inhabit the world I am writing about in my head. Then the story can emerge more organically. The Ghost Bride took me three years to complete. The Night Tiger took four years.
The research was archival as much as imaginative. Choo worked through local newspapers from the 1920s and ‘30s on microfiche at the National Library of Singapore, and the detail that proved most useful was not the news itself.
One of the most interesting things to me was the advertisements of the time because they give you a colourful idea of what people wanted or aspired to, such as face powder, pneumatic bicycle tires, and rubber-soled shoes.
Site visits were equally unscripted. When a friend showed Choo a photograph of trees growing through abandoned Chinese shophouses in Papan, a ghost town near Ipoh, she drove there with her father before she had any scene in mind.
I had no idea exactly how Papan would be used in my book, but I was certain that a town this interesting really ought to make an appearance. And it did (with a funeral).
The novel’s five main characters share names drawn from the Confucian five virtues: ren (benevolence), yi (righteousness), li (ritual), zhi (wisdom), and xin (integrity). That framework did not come from research for this book. It came from an undergraduate course on Confucian ethics at Harvard, taught by professor Tu Weiming, taken years before Choo knew she would become a novelist.
Everything about Confucian values, how you cultivate yourself and how the self goes into the world, is from that class.
The dual narrative structure, Ren’s chapters in third-person present and Ji Lin’s in first-person past, was chosen to close the distance between reader and character. Its structural cost was a manuscript that bloated to 200,000 words, roughly twice the length of the published book. One substantial cut was a long subplot about Ji Lin and her stepbrother Shin rescuing a stray dog, which accumulated mysterious events until Choo noticed it was pulling her away from colonial Malaya entirely. What survived the cutting tells you something about what she believed the book needed to feel.
Entering a book is like entering a dream you must sustain for the reader. Historical fiction, it must feel rooted in the right time. I wrote the two novels about places I’d been to. I must know how hot it feels, the smell of the rain.
The novel’s paired social strata, servants beside masters, locals beside colonial administrators, women beside men, are not incidental to the plot. They are the argument. Choo named them explicitly when describing what the book is actually about.
The Night Tiger also explores parallel worlds of servants and masters, foreigners and locals, men and women, science and mysticism.
Western readers tend to receive the book’s ghosts and weretigers as elements of fantasy or horror. Choo pushes back on that reading, treating the supernatural as the ordinary operating frequency of the world she is depicting, not a genre register layered over it.
Think about it — ghosts are not foreign to Asian culture, and we have always been comfortable with the tension between what’s real and what’s not. When faced with a story relating to anything supernatural, our reaction is usually curiosity, and not fear or horror.
The sharpest version of what the book is trying to transmit is not a thematic statement but a childhood memory her mother told her: as a girl in colonial Malaysia, Choo’s mother visited a friend who worked as a servant in a great British house and was given a glass of ice water, something she had never tasted before. Choo returned to this story in multiple interviews as the emotional core of the novel’s social vision.
I’ve always thought, what a wondrous thing to happen, and also that these dual worlds, I think, all exist at the same time. And it’s fascinating.