Ang Lee: A Never-Ending Dream

In 1978, as I applied to study film at the University of Illinois, my father vehemently objected. He quoted me a statistic: ‘Every year, 50,000 performers compete for 200 available roles on Broadway.’ Against his advice, I boarded a flight to the U.S. This strained our relationship. In the two decades following, we exchanged lessContinue reading “Ang Lee: A Never-Ending Dream”

Kereta Terakhir

Di situ, di kereta terakhir antara Xindan-Damsui, ada beragam kisah yang sudah setengah berjalan. Ia tidak semeriah kereta ekonomi Jakarta-Depok tentu, yang entah bagaimana bisa menyimpan miniatur kehidupan dalam gerbong sempit tak berpintu. Tak ada bocah bertelanjang kaki, yang mengais-ngais sisa sampah sambil menadah tangan. Atau para pemusik bergaya orkestra yang tertawa riang menggesek biola kusamContinue reading “Kereta Terakhir”

Hujan di Minggu Sore

Agaknya ada satu yang setia bertamu jelang musim gugur Taipei: hujan di Minggu sore. Titik-titik air yang tergesa membasuh basahi bumi, walau tak pernah diundang. Seolah ingin cepat-cepat menghapus yang tak pernah terlupa. Dan, tidak Pak Sapardi, meski Ia bukan datang di bulan Juni, Ia tidaklah kurang tabah. Ia tetap menyimpan yang tak sempat terucap. Ke dalamContinue reading “Hujan di Minggu Sore”

A Lonely Life

Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer’s loneliness but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must faceContinue reading “A Lonely Life”