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Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Home - Leila S. Chudori (translated by John H. McGlynn)

Between 1965and 1968 Indonesia entered a violent and tumultuous time. On 30 September 1965 a group of army conspirators gathered in Jakarta with the aim of kidnapping and killing seven army generals, one, Abdul Nasution, was to escape with the other six being killed. On 1 October the 30 September Movement announced it has seized political power with General Suharto (commander of the army’s strategic reserve), personally taking power. These events led to the “Partai Komunis Indonesia” (‘PKI’) or Indonesian Communist Party being blamed by the army leadership as a plot to seize power in their own right, and as a result the army embarked on a mission to purge or cleanse the country of the perceived communist threat. Within a month massive slaughters of alleged communists took place, with some estimates putting the number dead at over 1,000,000.

Under military pressure Indonesia’s First President Sukarno, was forced to delegate extensive powers to Suharto, and not the army’s chief of staff, as a result Suharto banned the PKI, had Indonesia legislature changed to install him a acting president and forcing Sukarno into house arrest, where he died in 1970. The events of 30 September 1965 did not simply result in a “purging exercise” of the communists, with remaining family members, exiled supporters or sympathisers of the PKI being denied basic human rights, such as equal opportunity to employment, the right to travel to/from Indonesia, and discrimination. These events continued for the thirty years of power under President Suharto.

As more contemporary literature from Indonesia is now making its way into English, the stories and impacts of this era is now becoming more widely known in the Western World. With censorship, suppression, and discrimination there is a whole era of Indonesian writing that has been influenced by Government intervention. This year alone we are now getting to see works in English and the media coverage is rife given Indonesia being the featured nation at the world’s preeminent Book Fair in Frankfurt. However it is not only the period under Suharto which is called into question, as published in “The Economist” in 2010 (‘The books of slaughter and forgetting’ by Banyan) the act of banning books is still prevalent, with the attorney-general’s office banning works as a threat to “national unity”. The events of 1965, according to Banyan, as one of the “few horrors (to) have been so unexamined”...”and the torrent of bloodshed in which they were bereaved has never officially been acknowledged, let alone subjected to a truth-and-reconciliation commission.”

This is where books like Leila S. Chudori’s “Home” (translated by John H. McGlynn) play a pivotal role in bringing these events to light, even if in a fictional setting. Whilst highlighted in a previous blog post, Eka Kurniawan’s “Beauty Is A Wound” deals with the events during Suharto’s reign (and even prior with Dutch rule and the Japanese invasion in World War Two also featured) the style was mythical, drawing on shadow puppet and pulp culture. “Home” has no such edge, written in a journalistic style and focusing purely on the devastating impacts of the 30 September event and subsequent banning of the PKI, the history books have been fictionalised.

A decent sized book (my preview proof edition runs to 514 pages), there is a plethora of characters and content throughout this family epic. Our work opens with a prologue, a setting in a photographic studio, is there clandestine activities taking place?

Every day, at least ten to fifteen people came to have passport-size photographs taken to attach to government-issued letters of certification that they were not a communist, had never participated in any activity sponsored by the Indonesian Communist Party, and had not been involved in the so-called attempt to overthrow the Indonesian government now known as Gestapu, the September 30 Movement.

We then move to the story of Dimas Suyro, he’s in Paris in May 1968 and is just about to meet the love of his life:

Since the beginning of the year anyone who was thought to have been a member of the PKI – or had family and friends, or colleagues and neighbours, in the Indonesian Communist Party – had been hunted down, detained, and interrogated. My brother Aji had frightening stories to tell about how many people had disappeared and how many more had died.

But Dimas’ story is an honest one, the horrors happening at home in his beloved Indonesia has little acknowledgement or recognition in the West. As we now know the suppression of newsworthy events, or simply the lack of acknowledgement of their occurrence, is always bubbling along in the background:

They wouldn’t have heard the names of Indonesia’s political activists who long predated theirs – such as Sukarno, Hatta, Sjahrir, and Tan Malaka. Given that, what could they possibly know about the bloodbath that had taken place in Indonesia in the months and years that followed the events of September 30, 1965? Most of the people I had met, Vivienne included, would probably had had to open an atlas just to find where Indonesia was.

Our story of political exiles manages to portray the horrors of “home” through the eyes of helpless individuals, people who are intrinsically linked to the violence occurring in their homeland, however they still long to return to their home, the nostalgia of a homeland is forefront in their minds:

Life as a political exile would not have been complete without a steady stream of trials: having our passports revoked; being forced to move from one country and from one city to another; having to change professions; even having to change families – all with no obvious design of definite plan. All these things were happening while we were in the midst of a search for our identity, shapeless souls searching for a body to inhabit. The annoyances we faced – or the “challenges” as Mas Nug preferred to call them – were never-ending. For that reason, and despite the successful opening of the restaurant and the popularity of Tanah Air in the days and nights to come, we knew that our celebration would propel an opposing force.

Our novel is told in may voices, first person, third person, father, daughter, wife, lover. Shifting in time, starting in Paris in 1968 and returning to Jakarta in 1964. The plot is not linear, although the slow filling of events that lead us to a conclusive whole are not at all distracting, neither are the multiple voices throughout, although the similar style for each voice is somewhat less than convincing.

A flâneur will forever be looking, and building his home in the flow and motion of movement. He might feel he has left his home, but in fact he built a home in his journey.

An epic of family history, a history of Indonesia, told through tales of propaganda shown to school children through a gory diorama or forced viewing of film, each chapter has another layer to add to the complex construction of the whole.

With the Frankfurt Book Fair (self proclaimed as the largest in the world) featuring Indonesia as the Country of choice next month it is timely to look at books such as “Home”. Although the selection of Indonesia and the writers represented at the Fair has been plagued with controversy, a number of writers have taken to social media to express their displeasure at the less than transparent selection process for the books to be presented in Frankfurt, Personally I feel novels like “Home” have a place on the world literature stage, bringing the history of the Suharto period of reign to light.

A recent interview with Indonesian author Sigit Sisanto highlighted the lack of literary freedom still prevalent in Indonesia society:

The fact that Suharto was forced to step down, however, doesn′t mean that there is now total freedom of artistic expression in Indonesia. There are still worrying developments, namely the founding of social organisations based on Islam, and associations run by children of the military. Both groups keep threatening and disrupting literary readings, particularly when it comes to Marxist books or those that address gender issues. I′ve experienced it myself. Three years ago our internet forum held its annual meeting in Jakarta, and we looked at ten books in one evening. During the event, secret police and police officers suddenly turned up, and we were forced to hand over all the books and break up our meeting. The previous week, the launch of a book that addressed lesbian love was broken up by an Islamic organisation. (For the full interview go to )

My earlier references to “Shadow puppet” theatre and the influences on Eka Kurniawan’s “Beauty Is A Wound” are also at play here, with our exiled father Dimas displaying his favourite puppets in his home and telling his daughter the mythical tales of anti-heroes and warriors. The Indonesia culture and the nostalgia for a return to the homeland, however stricken, is always playing throughout.

How very off it was, I thought, that when I was such a young age, my father had introduced me to the concept of death through stories from the Mahabharata: about Bhisma, who chose his time of death; about Bima, who was forced to agree to Krisna’s plan to sacrifice Gatotkaca as bait to Karna in the duel against Arjuna; and about Ekalaya, the best bowman in the universe, who had even once defeated Arjuna.
But in those stories, Ayah also inserted his own hopes, whose tone was that of a person’s final wishes. “Like Bhisma, I too would like to choose the place where I take my final rest,” he said half to himself.

One personal highlight was the food references, our exiles in Paris set up an Indonesian restaurant and the detailed descriptions of sambal dishes, the flavours, spices and blends always brought on hunger – maybe an Amazon review there “This book made me hungry”!!!

Whilst exploring so many stands with exiles in Paris, oppressed associates in Jakarta, returning peoples feeling a connection to the land, or the harsh reality of race riots and civil unrest, the composition as a whole unfolds as a family epic, with love stories, hope, desire to be buried on home soil and a simple love for I-N-D-O-N-E-S-I-A always bubbling along.

A highly entertaining epic, with a plethora of historical stories to tell, another welcome addition to my recent discovery of Indonesian writing, maybe a little more in the South Asia patch is required.

Review copy courtesy of Deep Vellum Books.

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