Kamis, 14 Juni 2012

BAHASA INGGRIS 2 : ARTICLE


               

     
 WITHOUT A NAME

          The North American perspective on the Vietnam War (called ‘The American War’ in Vietnam) has been thoroughly fictionalised in the novels of authors such as Tim O’Brien and excellent movies like Platoon, Apocalypse Now and Full Metal Jacket. Novel Without a Name tells the story from the Vietnamese side, but the first thing that may strike readers is how similar the experiences of soldiers on both sides were – the brutalising effects of war, the horrors that were inflicted on enemy combatants and civilians, the arbitrariness of death, and the widespread affliction of what we now call Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.

             A common theme of Western artists on Vietnam is the disillusionment of US soldiers with a war that had lost the support at home and had dubious idealogical motives. In the West, many now view the Vietnam war as folly. In Vietnam, it is a source of national pride, at least in the official accounts, in which a technologically superior invader was repelled by the Vietnamese people’s fighting spirit.It may surprise readers, then, that the narrator of Novel With out a Name, Quan, suffers a similar disillusionment with the war to that felt by some American soldiers, albeit for different reasons.The author, Duong Thu Huong, is a vocal critic of the Vietnamese Communist government and advocate for democratic reform. She has been expelled from the Communist Party and her books are no longer published in her native country. When she sent the manuscript for Novel Without a Name overseas for publication, she was imprisoned for seven months. But persecution seems only to have strengthened her resolve.When Quan left  his village ten years prior with two of his childhood friends, Luong and Bien, thier heads full of Marxist ideals and visions of glory.  Over the course of the war, the three take very different paths.  Now, Luong, who has risen through the ranks to become an officer, tasks Quan with verifying reports that Bien has gone insane and is being confined until he can be sent to an infirmary.

               Quan’s journey takes him across a country ravaged by war and eventually back to his home town. Every person he meets along the way causes him to reflect on how much he has lost and the shallowness of his motivations for joining the war.Huong documents the suffering endured by the Vietnamese soldiers and civilians – the atrocities, deprivations and trauma, both physical and psychic. Throughout, the US and South Vietnamese soldiers are almost entirely absent until the end of the novel; Huong’s vitriol is saved for the Communist party.

           When Quan returns to his village, his childhood sweatheart has been impregnated and then discarded by one of the local bureaucrats. While he is riding on a train back to the front lines, he overhears a conversation between two high ranking officials who openly admit their contempt for the people and their manipulation of public opinion.Despite these encounters, the idea of desertion never even enters his head. He carries out his orders and charges into fresh campaigns, losing himself to blood lust but feeling each death of the young soldiers serving under him until the unexpected end of the war.

           He is simultaneously capable of great cruelty and nobility, relishing the fear of a South Vietnam soldier under interrogation, then sparing an American journalist against the wishes of his men. Throughout, his humanity is paramount, and this is the source of Huong’s strength as a writer. Each of her characters are distinct, fully realised and believable.

         Novel Without a Name definitely has its flaws. Major plot points appear without sufficient build up, and and are resolved just as suddenly.There’s a lot of purple prose, but it’s difficult to tell who to blame in translated novels: the translator or the author. And if it is a faithful translation, then I often wonder if the offending phrases would come across badly in the original language.

         The often extravagant descriptions also make Quan a somewhat unconvincing narrator; for a relatively uneducated villager who has only known war for most of his adult life, he’s capable of some pretty flowery language.Nevertheless, while Novel Without a Name is not the best war novel I have ever read, it is both good and readable. But perhaps its greatest value to Western readers is that it provides an important and literary perspective on the side of the Vietnam/American War that we don’t usually see, while for Vietnamese readers, the human cost of the war seems to be a good argument against indulging in mindless nationalism.


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BAHASA INGGRIS 2 : ARTICLE


Telaga Warna


              Long time ago there was a kingdom in West Java. The kingdom was ruled by a king called Prabu. He was a kind and wise king. Under Prabu’s leadership, the kingdom grew into a prosperous kingdom. There’s no hunger in the kingdom. Everybody in the kingdom loved their king. But, there’s one problem. The king and his queen hadn’t got any children. It made the couple very sad. That was why Prabu decided to go to the jungle. There, he meditated and prayed to God. Everyday he begged for a child. His dream finally came true. A few months later, the queen got pregnant. All people in the kingdom felt very happy. They sent many presents to the palace to express their happiness. Nine months later a baby girl was born. The baby grew as a beautiful teenager then.
           
            Prabu and his queen loved their daughter so much. They gave what ever she wanted. It made the princess grew into a spoiled girl. When her wish couldn’t be fulfilled, she would be very angry. She even said bad things often. Even though the princess behaved badly, her parents still loved her, and so did the people in the kingdom.
        
            Time passed and the princess grew more beautiful. In a few days, the princess would be seventeen years old. That’s why people of that kingdom brought many presents for her. They bring gold and beautiful jewelries. Prabu collected the presents. Then Prabu stored them in a special room. Some times he would take them to give to his people who needed it. Prabu only took a few gold and jewels. Then he brought them to a goldsmith. “Please make a necklace for my daughter,” said Prabu. “My pleasure, Your Majesty,” the goldsmith replied. The goldsmith worked with all his heart and his ability. He wanted to create the most beautiful necklace for the princess.
       
           The birthday came. People gathered in the palace field. Then Prabu and the queen appeared. They waved to their beloved people. Cheers were loud and louder when the princess appeared. Everybody admired her beauty. Prabu got up from his chair and took a small pillow. A beautiful necklace was on the pillow. Prabu took that necklace. “My beloved daughter, today I give this necklace to you. This necklace is a gift from people in this country. They love you so much. They presented it for you to express their happiness, because you have growing to a woman,” said Prabu. The princess accepted the necklace. She looked at the necklace in a glance. “I don’t want this necklace! It’s ugly!” shouted the princess as she threw the necklace away. The necklace hit the floor and was broken. The gold and jewels were spread out on the floor.

           No body dared to speak. They never thought that their beloved princess would do such a cruel thing. In their silence, people heard the queen crying. Every woman felt sad and began crying too. Then everybody was crying. Suddenly, from the middle of the field, a spring emerged. It quickly became a pool. The palace was getting flooded. Soon the place became a big lake.

        Nowadays the water on that lake is not as full as before. There is only a small lake now. People called the lake Telaga Warna (it means lake of colour). On a bright day, the lake is full of colour. These colors come from the reflections of forest, plants, flowers, and sky around the lake. But some people said that the colours are from the princess’ necklace, which spreads at the bottom of the lake.