Cengar-cengir Getir Manusia Timor Barat

Orang-Orang Oetimu
karya Felix K. Nesi

Di Oetimu, sekalipun warganya memiliki ladang jagung serta singkong, mereka makan nasi. Penelitian dari Barat menerangkan bahwa mereka tak bisa tenang-tenang saja santap dua pangan itu karena buruk gizi dan buat otak jadi dangkal.

Selain itu, Am Siki dibilang membela bangsa sekalipun hanya ingin selamatkan pelecehan seksual yang dialami kuda. Ia percaya sebagai mana keluarganya, nenek moyangnya adalah pohon lontar, dan memang ia menyambung kehidupan dengan mengolah malai.

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Waria, Penjual Jamu, dan Babi Berlumpur

Anak Gembala yang Tertidur Panjang di Akhir Zaman
karya Ahmad Mustafa

Beruntung membaca buku pemenang ke-2 Sayembara Novel Dewan Kesenian Jakarta tahun 2018 ini tanpa baca resensi pembaca lain yang kadang mengandung beberan akhir cerita. Karena itu di sini coba saya tulis tanpa bocorkan akhirannya.

Ada tiga tokoh utama dalam buku ini. Mbok Wilis si waria yang rutin “nyebong” demi dapat hidup selain juga puaskan birahinya atas lelaki. Lalu Pak Wo si penjual jamu yang pandai menyampaikan ajaran Islam. Terakhir, si Babi Lumpur yang gemar berbuat hal kotor di tempat kotor.

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Segurih dan Sepadat Daging Sapi

Raden Mandasia si Pencuri Daging Sapi
karya Yusi Avianto Pareanom

Eh, hai! Lama pula gak nulis di blog. Sebenarnya memang diniatkan untuk pertamakalinya menulis dalam Bahasa Indonesia di blog ini, namun saya ingin buku yang saya bahas juga memang suka banget. Untungnya, buku ini ada. Novel karya mas Yusi Avianto Pareanom ini.

Video pertama di Youtube. Semoga bisa rutin.
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An Offering to the Decades of Oppression

The Years of the Voiceless by Okky Madasari
translated by Nurhayat Idriyanto Mohamed
Started reading this while I was traveling to Pangandaran beach, despite it is anything but peaceful.

By a bra is how it all started. In 1950 an illiterate girl named Marni was no longer a little girl. Her breasts were growing. Her single-parent mother didn’t wore a bra, but Tina, her cousin did. She wanted to wear it to hold her breasts yet working with her mother in cassava seller wouldn’t gave them a penny. They had been paid with cassava which only enough to fill their empty stomach day by day. She prayed to her gods to make her rich so she could had many bras she wanted. So she stopped working at the same place her mother did and worked with her friend Teja as a courier where she had to carry someone’s groceries in the market. It was seen as an out of norm for a girl to work on men’s job yet Marni earned some money not only to buy a bra but also started her own business by selling groceries straight to the villagers.

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