Jakarta, rainy season, end of 2008. At Kedai Tempo, Utan Kayu, Thursday 11 October, it was a drizzle day. A lady with her sharp eyes and resolute countenance got out of her Suzuki Escudo. Alone.
At first, I coulnd’t recognize her. It was the first time I met someone who look Indonesian literature by storm through her phenomenal story, Saman, in 1998. Her novel receives credits, recognitions, and also cristicism.
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