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Beyond Illusion

Sejak balik dari Jogja gak sempat nulis2 banyak di blog :) Liburan Natal kemaren aku cuma 3 hari doang di Jogja. Lagi malas berlama-lama di rumah, dan kerjaan pun gak bisa nunggu. Tadinya aku mau nulis tentang delay2 yang menyebalkan itu, tapi sudahlah ... membosankan ... :)

Mau nulis tentang Aceh pun ... hhh ... terlalu memilukan :)

Anyway, selama di rumah aku nyelesaikan baca 2 buku. Yang pertama, "Menembus Mimpi Hampa - Beyond Illusion", karya Duong Thu Huong - hasil rekomendasi dan pinjeman dari teman (thx Ul) . Yang kedua - buku lawas - "Burung-burung Manyar" - nya YB Mangunwijaya, yang bertengger di antara buku2nya bokap.

Aku tertarik baca "Beyond Illusion" karena menurut yang merekomendasikan, buku itu sangat 'menohok'. Tentang seseorang yang kehilangan idealisme nya dan akhirnya berkompromi dengan keadaan. Tokoh utamanya Nguyen - seorang wartawan Vietnam - dan Linh istrinya. Nguyen, si idealis, yang akhirnya menghancurkan apa yang pernah diyakininya demi menghidupi Linh dan anak mereka. Linh - wanita yang pernah begitu memuja Nguyen karena idealismenya - akhirnya kehilangan cinta pada suaminya karena sang suami menyerah dan berkompromi dengan keadaan.

Buku ini idenya bagus, tajam, dan menohok siapa saja yang merasa pernah memiliki idealisme ... Message yang disampaikan pada akhir buku juga bagus. Yaitu ketika Linh - yang akhirnya selingkuh dengan seorang komposer - menemukan bahwa kita tidak akan pernah memiliki kekuatan dari dalam diri kita jika kita selalu menggantungkan kekuatan pada orang lain ... yah, kurang lebih begitulah bahasanya.

Sayangnya ide yang begitu menarik itu - menurut aku - dikemas dalam konflik perselingkuhan, sehingga - sekali lagi menurutku - jadi agak2 membosankan karena cerita perselingkuhan itu memakan sebagian besar porsi cerita. Anyway, still I recommend this book, karena ide yang tidak biasa tersebut.

Buku kedua "Burung-burung Manyar" ... hmmm, menarik lho! Tapi entar aja ya ceritanya. Dah mau kerja lagi niihh :)

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