Eka Kurniawan Project

He has been compared to the late Indonesian man of letters, Pramoedya Ananta Toer, but Eka Kurniawan is averse to that confining, imposing description of “literary figure.” Best known for his sometimes brutal portrayal of ordinary lives, he speaks with Maggie Tiojakin about the roads yet traveled.

Like many aspiring writers who need to pay the bills, Eka Kurniawan started out as a journalist. The 33-year-old native of Tasikmalaya, West Java, then submitted a few short stories to Kompas daily’s respected literary page, and they were accepted.

“People always asked me how it happened that I had my stories published in Kompas,” says the Gadjah Mada University graduate. “But there’s really no magic to it. I sent [the stories] out to the editorial department, even though I didn’t know anybody there.”

Gradually, his journalistic days of meeting deadlines came to an end.
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Japan’s role in globalizing Asia has been widely recognized. Ever since the 1990’s, Japan has been exporting waves of it’s cultural products such as anime or animated films, television dramas, music, manga or comics, novels, and so on. These spreads of cultural products across the borders of Asia have sprung new hope for Japan’s relationship with other Asian countries. Through the consumption of Japan’s cultural products, it can promote cultural dialogue, and hopefully Japan can overcome its unfortunate history with the rest of Asia, especially regarding to the World War II.
 
However, globalization not only demands an integration of cultural diversity in the global community. It also reflects peoples’ (nations’) needs to develop a strong self or cultural identity (ies). In this light, one can see that Japan is not only an exporter of media. Rather, Japan has also been receiving various media from other Asian countries; such as Korea with its television dramas.
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But who are they (this whole class of opium eaters)? Reader, I am sorry to say, a very numerous class indeed … I do not readily believe that any man, having once tasted the divine luxuries of opium, will afterward descend to the gross and mortal enjoyments of alcohol. I take it for granted: that those eat now, who never ate before … and those who always ate, now eat more.
– Thomas de Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater

Her eyes were dreary, with her very curved eyelashes. And if she spoken, we could hear that melodious voice of her. Once in a while her lips would give us smile, making our heart intoxicated, going up to the seventh sky. The more I loved her, the more she loved me too. Then I would touch her fingers and we hold our both hands for so long. Everyday was like that, until she had to leave this cruel world. Alone and languish.

This is not a tale nor a roman. No, my sensible reader, these notes not mean by the writer as that. I wrote this as a warning for anyone that were willing to see for a while, on what things had happen to me. Maybe one of them will be useful to be pick on its goodness. baca selengkapnya »

And we caused the clouds to overshadow you, and we sent down manna and quails upon you.
– The Koran 2:54

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Initially Maharani had hoped to find a new recipe at the city museum, but this was what she found:

A long time ago, a Bugis fishing ship sank in a storm in the Atlantic. There was only one survivor, a young man with leather pouch filled with spices, who had been rescued by a Portuguese merchant ship. They provided him with the plainest of European food, which sent him rushing into the kitchen where he took over as undisputable master of spices. That evening the tongues of all the ship’s occupants tingled, experiencing a sensation that their ancestor had never encountered.

Among all the history books and other volumes, only one Spanish encyclopedia, published in 1892, mentioned that man’s name, despite his significance to the history that followed. He has been forgotten by history, but to him we owe thanks for sending the traders of the West our way, along with the rats smuggling themselves on the Spanish ships, which came for the direct purchase of more of the aforementioned spices. This was the beginning of the greed of Europe, and the Dutch followed with their huge company. baca selengkapnya »

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Just a moment ago, the sweet girl with dimples had been shivering, overcome by the night. Now, she was smiling so that her dimples became more pronounced while she packed her clothes.

A moment ago, she had been a newlywed, trembling, pale and dying. Now, she was a happy young divorcee.

The man had just divorced her. The third pronouncement of divorce was delivered in all seriousness. Their first night together was also their last. Sitting on a mattress covered with a yellow sheet patterned with floating jasmine, Dimples was gathering the few things she owned. Her long hair flowing freely down her back and falling across the pillow, the sweating and half-clothed woman had to leave immediately. She was no longer mistress of the house.

She heard the man’s feet shuffling behind the door, impatiently. She remembered how, just a short while ago, he had stripped her clothes off before he undressed himself. Dimples froze while the man burned with passion. He entered Dimples savagely and then calmed down momentarily. It was brief, but long enough for Dimples to ask herself, Why? Too easy, Master? The man’s response was a frenzied lovemaking that made the bed creak like a coconut tree shaken by a storm. Then it was time for them to roll over, bathed in sweat and out of breath. baca selengkapnya »