Literary Mayhem in Hong Kong

It was a dark and stormy night. The crime novelist lay dead on the ground, stabbed to death with his own Montblanc. The detective stood over the body. “This looks like a story from one of his own novels,” he told his assistant, shaking his head. The torrid scene is an allegory of events unfolding at the Man Hong Kong International Literary Festival, an organization in which reality is starting to look increasingly like fiction.

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