Archive for ‘Books’

July 4, 2009

Reinventing life

by Kevin Aditya

Hellooo there if anyone is reading this, it’s been some time (like 17 days) since I last posted, whoa that’s my longest interval yet. In these two weeks my life had been starting to roll to the next phase, the college life. My graduation day was on June 21st and yeah I got 5.5 in math but hey, three 9s out of six subjects is not bad. And that means I am no longer a high school student. So long the days of wearing uniform and idling aimlessly in classes with absent teacher, I’ll miss them but life must goes on.

Thats Arini beside me.

That's Arini beside me.

Then, June 25th was the prom night and my prom “date” was Echy. Everything was, um, decent but at the end of the night Sheila on 7 performed live specially for us! Riiight, it’s that SO7 with their classics like “Sahabat Sejati” and “Jadikanlah Aku Pacarmu” that we all remember and love throughout our childhood. Singing along is a rule here, or maybe you’re not Indonesian. Photos (and fan-subjective review) can be found on my friend Ansy’s blog here. Kudos to the prom committee! Oh, and the morning after the news was all about MJ’s death, so long Jacko, you will be missed.

How could you resist not to sing and jump around, even in your prom suit?

How could you resist not to sing and jump around, even in your prom suit?

And on July 1st I had to return some forms to ITB at the Sasana Budaya Ganesa. The rules are strict, be there before 8.30 am or you’re not gonna wear the blue jacket this year. It’s exciting getting to know the fellow SAPPK students, although I didn’t get to know many yet since there’s too many new forms to take and fill. I spent four more days in Bandung, and one thing I learnt is that people there drive like old donkeys, too friggin laid back and not eager to take the fastest lane to go around. Or is it because Jakarta is a driving hell? I also found some good secondhand books at Palasari like Dante’s Inferno and Rachel Field’s Calico Bush but most importantly I got a Spanish-English dictionary complete with introductory grammar lesson chapters for just Rp 140k! Oh and, I didn’t post these past days because I have some serious love problem and my mood is all wrecked up. But, whatever, if it can’t be helped I’m gonna start a new life anyway. I’ll post some music reviews when it’s all solved, adiós!

p.s. I know Twitter is the most useless service on the web but I made one anyway. Followers are welcome @kevinaditya

May 20, 2009

Ghostless haunting

by Kevin Aditya

Chuck Palahniuk is not the best writer out there, but he sure as hell is my favorite, in case you didn’t know yet. His seventh novel and fifth I’ve come to read, Haunted, is easily one of his bloodiest works to date. This showcase of pain consists of twenty-three short stories of daily life goes wrong in the worst possible ways, all of them wrapped in a background story: that eighteen would-be writers have agreed to participate in a program called Writer’s Retreat, organized by a suspicious old man named Mr. Whittier, where the writers are to be locked up for three months in a windowless building to help concentrate on creating their own literary masterpiece. Instead, the folks decided to turn the retreat into a faux scenario of half-dead survivors being tortured by the evil Whittier, preparing to sell the story out to the media once they got outside. The short stories are the life experiences of the writers, the reason they joined the retreat in the first place.

No, really, you won’t find spooky ghost stories anywhere in this book. What you got is the horror of how your seemingly harmless everyday life can turn into a series of fatal events, with the wrong person at the wrong time — chef, reflexologist, insurance fraud investigator, you name it, they’ve done it. The book keeps up with the sinister theme Palahniuk had brought into all his works — that us humans naturally have the tendency to be selfish and violent if the chance is given. But the hardly bearable part is the gory, nauseous scenes, and Palahniuk is quite a master in exploiting the pain the characters went through by describing, in great detail, subarachnoid hemorrhage or third-degree burn or rigor mortis or the likes. In one particular story, “Guts”, the gore was so bad many people fainted in Chuck’s reading sessions. Reading the book will make you confirm Chuck’s dark, cynical view of a seemingly good society.


April 13, 2009

April’s to-read list

by Kevin Aditya

This April I’ve already bought two books when I still got two others waiting to be finished. Since my reading sessions are incredibly easy to distract with practically anything, I don’t have a clue when will I finish them… Well, in case you’d like to know what kind of books I’ve got in my shelf (other than school textbooks I over-read for the final school exam):


genre: philosophy

Sophie’s World

A good intro for anyone interested in digging more into philosophy world, the smooth flow of old philosopher Alberto’s teaching of the philosophy of reason to the young girl Sophie seems to be highly irrelevant when magical things keep on happening in Sophie’s world… but the deeper the story, the more involved are the readers with the concept of “Playing God”. Still 102 pages to go!



This is the 4th Chuck Palahniuk novel I owned. Comprised of 23 horrifying and nausea-inducing stories, Palahniuk once again thrills his fans in the most gruesome way they could ever imagine. Imagining the first story is horrible enough for me, still tons of pages to finish!


Fugitives & Refugees

Haven’t I told you that I’m a huge Palahniuk fan? This one though isn’t a novel, but more of a nonfiction about the novelist’s journey and activities on his home city of Portland, Oregon, describing the culture of the community as he sees it. I luckily found this book for just Rp. 40k in Ranch Market where they sell QB World’s leftover books (maybe nonfictions are just that uninteresting). However my buddy Aldo borrowed it from me the first day I brought it to school, so I haven’t read it yet.


The Acid House

The last one is Irvine Welsh’s The Acid House, although this book is not really worth mentioning because it seems that he licked his Scottish tongue throughout his drafts to make the novel full of highly incomprehensible Scots slangs (just like Trainspotting). It’s really really hard to grasp the meaning of his sentences, therefore taking me ages to finish it.

That’s all I’ve got this month readers, hopefully after the UN exam I’ll be able to finish them all before May!

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