One of Kuala Kangsar’s more famous former residents was the novelist Anthony Burgess (1917-1993), who was employed as an English teacher at the prestigious Malay College from 1954 to 1956.

His first published novel, ‘Time for a Tiger’ (1956), drew on his experiences at Kuala Kangsar, which in the book goes under the fictitious name of Kuala Hantu.

If you are visiting Kuala Kangsar, it might be fun to try and find some of the places which would have been familiar to Burgess and the characters in his novel.

One of the main characters in ‘Time for a Tiger’ is Victor Crabbe, who shared many of Burgess’ own characteristics and like Burgess, was in the Colonial Education Service and a resident master at Malay College (or Mansor School as it is called in the novel).

Burgess and his wife were accommodated in the second floor flat at King’s Pavilion which was once the grand residence of Sir Hugh Low, the British Adviser to the State of Perak, but by 1954 served as the prep school to Malay College.

During the War, the Japanese had used the building as a torture and interrogation centre and Burgess’ bathroom was still stained with dried blood which was impossible to remove.

Burgess’ houseboy and others claimed the house was haunted. The grounds were infested with snakes while scorpions used to get into the shoes and beds of the students under Burgess’ care.

Burgess was not the most faithful of husbands. He had an affair while at Kuala Kangsar with a pretty Malay divorcée called Rahimah who worked as a waitress in a Chinese coffee shop.

In the novel, Crabbe too had a mistress, a dance hostess with the same name. However, Kuala Kangsar does not seem the sort of town to have hostess bars now.

A favourite character in the book is Nabby Adams, a six-foot eight policeman from Northamptonshire who was in charge of the police transport pool, though he was seldom sober enough to drive.

He was an alcoholic who liked to start off the day with three large bottles of Tiger (or Anchor, or Carlsberg) though he was known to polish off a full bottle of gin before breakfast (not that he ever ate breakfast).

Nabby’s unquenchable thirst caused him to rack up unmanageable debts at all the dingy Chinese-owned drinking kedai-kedai that he liked to frequent.

One place that still exists that Burgess and Nabby Adams would certainly recognise is the Idris Club (in the book it is thinly disguised as Iblis Club).

This was the social hub for the Europeans living in Kuala Kangsar and even today, it has the elite of the area among its members, though now virtually all Malaysians of course.

For Nabby Adams this was the drinking hole of last resort because he had to keep his bar tab within reason and not get drunk in front of his fellow Brits, for fear that word would reach his bosses.

But still, if somebody else was paying, Nabby would have a Tiger or six here.

This article first appeared on Thrifty Traveller.