Allah jang Palsoe (Malay for The False God) is a 1919 stage drama from
the Dutch East Indies that was written by the ethnic Chinese author Kwee
Tek Hoay, based on E. Phillips Oppenheim's short story "The False Gods".
Over six acts, the Malay-language play follows two brothers, one a
devout son who holds firmly to his morals and personal honour, the other
a man who worships money and prioritises personal gain. The two learn
over the course of a decade that money (the titular false god) is not
the path to happiness. Kwee Tek Hoay's first stage play, Allah jang
Palsoe was written as a realist response to whimsical contemporary
theatre. Though the published stageplay sold poorly and the play was
deemed difficult to perform, Allah jang Palsoe found success on the
stage. By 1930 it had been performed by various ethnic Chinese troupes
to popular acclaim, and had pioneered a body of work by authors such as
Lauw Giok Lan, Tio Ie Soei, and Tjoa Tjien Mo. In 2006 the script for
the play, which continues to be performed, was republished with updated
spelling by the Lontar Foundation.
Read more: <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allah_jang_Palsoe>
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