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Sembilan cerita pendek yang sebagian sudah pernah dipublikasikan.
1. Oz (Koran Tempo, 30 Agustus 2003)
2. Mars (Jurnal Prosa 4, Yang Jelita Yang Cerita, Metafor, 2004)
3. Penghuni Kepalaku (Suara Merdeka, 2 Agustus 2004)
4. Solitude (Matra, September 2004)
5. Litost (Media Indonesia, 30 Mei 2004)
6. Jamais Vu (Koran Tempo, 4 Juli 2004)
7. Majenun (Matra, September 2006)
8. Awan (Spice!, 21 September - 4 Oktober 2004)
9. Kereta Hitam Biru (belum pernah dipublikasikan)
1. Oz (Koran Tempo, 30 Agustus 2003)
2. Mars (Jurnal Prosa 4, Yang Jelita Yang Cerita, Metafor, 2004)
3. Penghuni Kepalaku (Suara Merdeka, 2 Agustus 2004)
4. Solitude (Matra, September 2004)
5. Litost (Media Indonesia, 30 Mei 2004)
6. Jamais Vu (Koran Tempo, 4 Juli 2004)
7. Majenun (Matra, September 2006)
8. Awan (Spice!, 21 September - 4 Oktober 2004)
9. Kereta Hitam Biru (belum pernah dipublikasikan)
- GenresShort Stories
124 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2008
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About the author
Stefani Hid
8 books20 followersStefani Hid or Stefani Hidajat (full name) (born on August 12, 1985 in Surabaya, East Java) is a female Indonesian writer. She grew up in Surabaya and Jakarta, Indonesia. Stefani Hid attended Petra Christian University majoring in English Literature. She currently resides in Rheine, Germany and studies at University of Münster.
Stefani Hid has written novels, short-stories, and columns. Her first novel Bukan Saya, Tapi Mereka Yang Gila (It’s Not Me, but It’s Them Who’re Crazy!) was published by Kata Kita publishing in 2004. After the publication of her first novel, she has been written some short stories which has been published in newspapers, magazines and journals: Jurnal Prosa, Koran Tempo, Suara Merdeka, Media Indonesia, Spice! and Matra. Her second novel Soulmate: Belahan Jiwa (Soulmate) was published in the same year by Kata Kita publishing, followed by her third novel Cerita Dante (Dante's Story) which was published in 2006 by Grasindo publishing. In 2008, Grasindo publishing published her short stories collection entitled Oz (Oz).
Stefani Hid's novels and short stories deal with the theme of existentialism, fatalism and absurdity.
Stefani Hid also wrote for column about men and sex called Oposit in Indonesia men's magazine Matra.
Her short story Penghuni Kepalaku (The Inhabitant of my Head) has been translated into German with the title Mein Kopfbewohner, together with some Indonesian writers in Duft der Asche: Literarische Stimmen indonesischer Frauen and has been presented by Nicola Toelke in Hubi, Ochtrup, Germany. Some parts of her first novel Bukan Saya, Tapi Mereka Yang Gila (It’s Not Me, but It’s Them Who’re Crazy!) has been translated into English together with other writers in Menagerie 7: People like Us.
In 2012, Gramedia Pustaka Utama published her novel Katzenjammer: Cerita Tentang Henning dan Aya (Katzenjammer: A Story about Henning and Aya.
(Source: Wikipedia)
Stefani Hid (Stefani Hidajat) wurde 1985 in Surabaya geboren. Sie hat an der Universität Trisakti in Jakarta Grafikdesign studiert. Ihr erster Roman Bukan Saya, Tapi Mereka Yang Gila (Nicht Ich, sondern sie sind verrückt) wurde 2004 veröffentlicht, gefolgt von mehreren Kurzgeschichten, die in diversen Medien und Zeitungen wie Jurnal Prosa, Koran Tempo, Suara Merdeka, und Media Indonesia erschienen.
Ihr zweiter Roman Soulmate, in dem sie sich intensive mit dem Thema Tod auseinandersetzt, wurde 2004 publiziert, ihr dritter Roman Cerita Dante (Dantes Geschicte) 2006. Die in der vorliegenden Anthologie enthaltene Kurzgeschichte Penghuni Kepalaku (Meine Kopfbewohner) erschien 2003 in der Tageszeitung Suara Merdeka. Die fiktionalen Texte Stefani Hids zeichnen sich häufig dadurch aus, dass aus der Sicht eines Ich- Erzählers (oder einer Ich- Erzählerin) persönliche Erfahrungen glaubhaft geschildert warden. Oftmals geht es um die Beschäftigung der Erzählerin mit ihrer eigenen Gedankewelt, die sie belastet.
Quelle: Duft der Asche: Literarische Stimmen indonesischer Frauen.
Stefani Hid has written novels, short-stories, and columns. Her first novel Bukan Saya, Tapi Mereka Yang Gila (It’s Not Me, but It’s Them Who’re Crazy!) was published by Kata Kita publishing in 2004. After the publication of her first novel, she has been written some short stories which has been published in newspapers, magazines and journals: Jurnal Prosa, Koran Tempo, Suara Merdeka, Media Indonesia, Spice! and Matra. Her second novel Soulmate: Belahan Jiwa (Soulmate) was published in the same year by Kata Kita publishing, followed by her third novel Cerita Dante (Dante's Story) which was published in 2006 by Grasindo publishing. In 2008, Grasindo publishing published her short stories collection entitled Oz (Oz).
Stefani Hid's novels and short stories deal with the theme of existentialism, fatalism and absurdity.
Stefani Hid also wrote for column about men and sex called Oposit in Indonesia men's magazine Matra.
Her short story Penghuni Kepalaku (The Inhabitant of my Head) has been translated into German with the title Mein Kopfbewohner, together with some Indonesian writers in Duft der Asche: Literarische Stimmen indonesischer Frauen and has been presented by Nicola Toelke in Hubi, Ochtrup, Germany. Some parts of her first novel Bukan Saya, Tapi Mereka Yang Gila (It’s Not Me, but It’s Them Who’re Crazy!) has been translated into English together with other writers in Menagerie 7: People like Us.
In 2012, Gramedia Pustaka Utama published her novel Katzenjammer: Cerita Tentang Henning dan Aya (Katzenjammer: A Story about Henning and Aya.
(Source: Wikipedia)
Stefani Hid (Stefani Hidajat) wurde 1985 in Surabaya geboren. Sie hat an der Universität Trisakti in Jakarta Grafikdesign studiert. Ihr erster Roman Bukan Saya, Tapi Mereka Yang Gila (Nicht Ich, sondern sie sind verrückt) wurde 2004 veröffentlicht, gefolgt von mehreren Kurzgeschichten, die in diversen Medien und Zeitungen wie Jurnal Prosa, Koran Tempo, Suara Merdeka, und Media Indonesia erschienen.
Ihr zweiter Roman Soulmate, in dem sie sich intensive mit dem Thema Tod auseinandersetzt, wurde 2004 publiziert, ihr dritter Roman Cerita Dante (Dantes Geschicte) 2006. Die in der vorliegenden Anthologie enthaltene Kurzgeschichte Penghuni Kepalaku (Meine Kopfbewohner) erschien 2003 in der Tageszeitung Suara Merdeka. Die fiktionalen Texte Stefani Hids zeichnen sich häufig dadurch aus, dass aus der Sicht eines Ich- Erzählers (oder einer Ich- Erzählerin) persönliche Erfahrungen glaubhaft geschildert warden. Oftmals geht es um die Beschäftigung der Erzählerin mit ihrer eigenen Gedankewelt, die sie belastet.
Quelle: Duft der Asche: Literarische Stimmen indonesischer Frauen.
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February 3, 2009
Satu bintang untuk idenya yang tidak biasa, menyajikan variasi di tengah-tengah membanjirnya karya chicklit dan teenlit lokal, yang anehnya tidak satupun aku baca -mungkin pembelaan 'masa-masa itu telah lewat' bisa dipakai di sini hehe.
Bintang kedua diberikan karena kekonsistenan Stefani Hid untuk membuatku merasa takut seberapa jauh otak, lebih tepatnya pikiran, bisa bertindak atas kemauannya sendiri.
Dan setengah bintang, sayangnya di Goodreads tidak bisa setengah-setengah nih ngasi bintang, untuk ilustrasi Hagung Sihaq yang keren dan mengingatkanku pada Frank Miller.
Dan mumpung ingat, rasanya gak lengkap kalau tidak menyertakan percakapan yang cukup creepy antara dua karakter utama di film the Silence of the Lamb
***
Hannibal Lecter: I will listen now. After your father's murder, you were orphaned. You were ten years old. You went to live with cousins on a sheep and horse ranch in Montana. And...?
Clarice Starling: And one morning, I just ran away.
Hannibal Lecter: No "just", Clarice. What set you off? You started at what time?
Clarice Starling: Early, still dark.
Hannibal Lecter: Then something woke you, didn't it? Was it a dream? What was it?
Clarice Starling: I heard a strange noise.
Hannibal Lecter: What was it?
Clarice Starling: It was... screaming. Some kind of screaming, like a child's voice.
Hannibal Lecter: What did you do?
Clarice Starling: I went downstairs, outside. I crept up into the barn. I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.
Hannibal Lecter: And what did you see, Clarice? What did you see?
Clarice Starling: Lambs. The lambs were screaming.
Hannibal Lecter: They were slaughtering the spring lambs?
Clarice Starling: And they were screaming.
Hannibal Lecter: And you ran away?
Clarice Starling: No. First I tried to free them. I... I opened the gate to their pen, but they wouldn't run. They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't run.
Hannibal Lecter: But you could and you did, didn't you?
Clarice Starling: Yes. I took one lamb, and I ran away as fast as I could.
Hannibal Lecter: Where were you going, Clarice?
Clarice Starling: I don't know. I didn't have any food, any water and it was very cold, very cold. I thought, I thought if I could save just one, but... he was so heavy. So heavy. I didn't get more than a few miles when the sheriff's car picked me up. The rancher was so angry he sent me to live at the Lutheran orphanage in Bozeman. I never saw the ranch again.
Hannibal Lecter: What became of your lamb, Clarice?
Clarice Starling: They killed him.
Those were my favourite lines, creepy indeed, between the bright young FBI agent Clarice Sterling and the infamous Dr. Hanibal Lecter. Throughout the short stories in this book, you'd aware how much your brain can do harm to others, and mostly, to yourself.
Bintang kedua diberikan karena kekonsistenan Stefani Hid untuk membuatku merasa takut seberapa jauh otak, lebih tepatnya pikiran, bisa bertindak atas kemauannya sendiri.
Dan setengah bintang, sayangnya di Goodreads tidak bisa setengah-setengah nih ngasi bintang, untuk ilustrasi Hagung Sihaq yang keren dan mengingatkanku pada Frank Miller.
Dan mumpung ingat, rasanya gak lengkap kalau tidak menyertakan percakapan yang cukup creepy antara dua karakter utama di film the Silence of the Lamb
***
Hannibal Lecter: I will listen now. After your father's murder, you were orphaned. You were ten years old. You went to live with cousins on a sheep and horse ranch in Montana. And...?
Clarice Starling: And one morning, I just ran away.
Hannibal Lecter: No "just", Clarice. What set you off? You started at what time?
Clarice Starling: Early, still dark.
Hannibal Lecter: Then something woke you, didn't it? Was it a dream? What was it?
Clarice Starling: I heard a strange noise.
Hannibal Lecter: What was it?
Clarice Starling: It was... screaming. Some kind of screaming, like a child's voice.
Hannibal Lecter: What did you do?
Clarice Starling: I went downstairs, outside. I crept up into the barn. I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.
Hannibal Lecter: And what did you see, Clarice? What did you see?
Clarice Starling: Lambs. The lambs were screaming.
Hannibal Lecter: They were slaughtering the spring lambs?
Clarice Starling: And they were screaming.
Hannibal Lecter: And you ran away?
Clarice Starling: No. First I tried to free them. I... I opened the gate to their pen, but they wouldn't run. They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't run.
Hannibal Lecter: But you could and you did, didn't you?
Clarice Starling: Yes. I took one lamb, and I ran away as fast as I could.
Hannibal Lecter: Where were you going, Clarice?
Clarice Starling: I don't know. I didn't have any food, any water and it was very cold, very cold. I thought, I thought if I could save just one, but... he was so heavy. So heavy. I didn't get more than a few miles when the sheriff's car picked me up. The rancher was so angry he sent me to live at the Lutheran orphanage in Bozeman. I never saw the ranch again.
Hannibal Lecter: What became of your lamb, Clarice?
Clarice Starling: They killed him.
Those were my favourite lines, creepy indeed, between the bright young FBI agent Clarice Sterling and the infamous Dr. Hanibal Lecter. Throughout the short stories in this book, you'd aware how much your brain can do harm to others, and mostly, to yourself.
April 8, 2014
I love it, not your run on the mill classic indonesian books
March 10, 2012
Ada pesan dalam setiap cerpennya. Yap, Setiap orang punya cerita.
October 29, 2012
Satu komentar saya: gelap.
April 8, 2009
Membaca judulnya, saya berharap buku ini akan menampilkan cerita-cerita yang 'unik'. Tapi ternyata sama sekali tidak unik, hanya kumpulan cerita dari kepala yang dipenuhi kemarahan dan mengharap orang lain mengerti ke 'unik' kannya.
Beberapa cerpen awal buat saya cukup mengganggu dengan tokoh-tokoh 'sakit' dan penuh kebencian pada diri sendiri dan orang lain. Tokoh-tokoh ini bisa jadi cerminan isi kepala penulisnya, manusia yang menganggap dirinya dikutuk sebagai manusia paling sial dan hidup dengan setumpuk masalah. Dan berpikir keadaan itu membuatnya jadi 'istimewa'? Yea right.
Mungkin pula Stephanie menganggap dirinya Quentin Tarantino sedang membuat film satir tapi kok jadinya malah seperi tayangan Buser. Sepertinya Stephanie agak tersadar dan cerpen-cerpen di bagian akhir buku ini sudah agak berkurang kebrutalannya.
Stephanie oh stephanie....kalau mau marah-marah, tulis saja di buku harian. Sana, baret-baret tangan pake silet.
Beberapa cerpen awal buat saya cukup mengganggu dengan tokoh-tokoh 'sakit' dan penuh kebencian pada diri sendiri dan orang lain. Tokoh-tokoh ini bisa jadi cerminan isi kepala penulisnya, manusia yang menganggap dirinya dikutuk sebagai manusia paling sial dan hidup dengan setumpuk masalah. Dan berpikir keadaan itu membuatnya jadi 'istimewa'? Yea right.
Mungkin pula Stephanie menganggap dirinya Quentin Tarantino sedang membuat film satir tapi kok jadinya malah seperi tayangan Buser. Sepertinya Stephanie agak tersadar dan cerpen-cerpen di bagian akhir buku ini sudah agak berkurang kebrutalannya.
Stephanie oh stephanie....kalau mau marah-marah, tulis saja di buku harian. Sana, baret-baret tangan pake silet.
October 9, 2013
#43 - 2013
saya nggak mencapai klimaks membaca buku ini. entahlah, saya juga nggak ngerti. sampai cerita terakhir semua terasa datar, mengambang, juga remang-remang. tidak ada efek kejut. tidak sampai orgasme. *ini ngomongin apaan sih hehe...*
saya nggak mencapai klimaks membaca buku ini. entahlah, saya juga nggak ngerti. sampai cerita terakhir semua terasa datar, mengambang, juga remang-remang. tidak ada efek kejut. tidak sampai orgasme. *ini ngomongin apaan sih hehe...*
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