For review in Indonesian, see Lelaki Harimau.
Passionately forthright, sparse in dialogues, and yet repletes with an impressive treasury of dictions, Man Tiger is a carefully constructed, fast-paced, suspense-fueled crime fiction. Straying away from the known traditional format, Eka Kurniawan’s second offering is taking a rather unorthodox approach by giving away to the readers the cat and the mouse of the tale by its very first opening sentence. Henceforth, by doing so, Eka resourcefully pins down the chronicle into the only possible pathway available to move the story forward: backward.
Given the archetypical problem of finding your mysterious villain has been solved, that leaves us with the motifs behind the mastermind’s; Margio’s crooked murder of Anwar Sadat. And Eka decisively explores this prevailing theme well. Through blending his signature brand of satirical prose and vulgar, boldly honest storytelling, with local myths and fantastical beliefs, his narrative flows like a beautiful, chaotic magical time-space.
It pulls you in, right from the get-go, into a make-believe world set in a village full of wonders, yields to be experienced wholly without any prejudice or narrow-mindedness. In this imagined, visionary dystopian wonderland of his, Eka wants to extensively examine and criticize the often socially conformed and publicly adhered black-and-white morality discourse, applied in normal daily society. Just as Margio, who killed Anwar Sadat, motivated to do so not by his own will, but by the female tiger’s residing inside him.
Likewise, Anwar Sadat’s constant display of loving attitude towards his three daughters, while also still capable of acting naughty with other women besides his wife behind their backs. We cannot judge people and put them into one of the two categories: either they are perfectly goody-two-shoes, or stone-cold evil and despicable. The reason for this is crystal clear.
Reality does not operate in such easygoing, gapping duality. We are all equally guilty of our own secretly hidden, and sometimes unadmitted, mischievous little deeds. Fit to be tied, we are all morally gray. Nobody is sinless and purely holy. Literature has told us this truth many times. So did Man Tiger, once again.