"The Rainbow Troops" Novel Laskar Pelangi Versi

Inggris
By KASKUSER
email: arya734@yahoo.co.id
UNIVERSITAS SRIWIJAYA

ane cuma mo share info tntang buku pertama tetralogi Laskar Pelangi akan mnjadi bacaan masyarakat dunia. Novel ini
berhasil diterjemahkan dalam bahasa Inggris judulnya
The Rainbow Troops

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Spoiler for PENAMPAKAN COVER VERSI INGGRIS:

Spoiler for BUAT YANG RAJIN BACA:

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The Rainbow Troops, set on Belitong Island, Indonesia, tells the story of a tight-knit group of students and their teachers
fighting for education and dignity, even as they face continual hardship. Fabulously rich in natural resources, Belitong is
also home to chronic poverty and educational discrimination. This amazing story tells of a persistent young teacher and
her tireless efforts to fight for her ten students' right to an education. Together, they take the reader on a journey through
the beauty of childhood friendship, the inspiration of love, and the power of education. The students' magnetic
personalities and unflagging determination are sure to inspire.
This inspirational novel is the first book in The Rainbow Troops Quartet. Sang Pemimpi (The Dreamer), Edensor, and
Maryamah Karpov are the other three books in the series.
The beautiful story of Rainbow Troops was adapted for the big screen in 2008. It has found success not only in
Indonesia, but also worldwide, and received awards including:
* A showing at the Berlin International Film Festival (Panorama), 2009
* Golden Butterfly Award, 23rd International Children & Young Adults Film Festival, Iran, 2009
* 3rd Place Audience Award, 11th Udine Far East International Film, 2009
* SIGNIS Award, Hong Kong International Film Festival, 2009
* Best Film, Bandung Film Festival, 2009
* Best Film, Indonesian Film Festival, 2009
* Nomination for Best Film and Best Editor, Asian Film Awards, 2009

Ni dia kutipan curhatan si Penulis: Andrea Hirata

"Bekerja 7 bulan jungkir balik dengan penerjemah yang sangat brillian Angie Kilbane akhirnya selesai juga. Hasilnya, dapat
kusebut sebagai shockingly beautiful! Pekerjaan itu menjadi rumit karena muatan lokal Laskar Pelangi, sehingga tak lagi soal
bahasa tapi soal cultural translation, dan mengerjakannya musti bener-bener, sebab edisi Inggris itu akan menjadi semacam
interface untuk penerjemahan ke bahasa asing lainnya. Thanks Angie!"

Spoiler for PENAMPAKAN SI PENERJEMAH: ANGIE KILBANE:

bagi agan2 yang rajin baca, ni ada curhatan Angie Kilbane silahkan disimak
maap bgt ane ga bisa trjemahin
Note from The Rainbow Troops Translator – Angie Kilbane
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Note from The Rainbow Troops Translator – Angie Kilbane
I first heard the name "Laskar Pelangi" in September 2008. All of a sudden it was everywhere: the book, the song, the
movie. The first book of Andrea Hirata's life-inspired quartet, Laskar Pelangi has taken Indonesia by storm since its
release in 2005, selling a record number of copies. Its popularity remains unsurpassed. In 2008, it was adapted to film,
and in that medium it has earned awards and gained recognition worldwide.
As both a story and a literary work, Laskar Pelangi is priceless — so admired that men have proposed to women
using this book in place of a ring. It contains a unique, new way of telling a story. Set on the Indonesian island of
Belitong, Laskar Pelangi conveys a sad tale with laughter and lightheartedness. It tells of oppressed people protesting in
admirably good humor, without swearing, without violence, without a divisive political movement, and without anyone to
take up their cause. The vicissitudes of growing up are depicted brilliantly; the reader will be touched by an absurd yet
pure first love, and one can't help but smile at the innocence of the children as they earnestly plan their futures. Above
all, Laskar Pelangi tackles serious issues, such as the right to education and corporate exploitation, while framing them
within the tale of a beautiful childhood journey and friendship.
Having been deeply affected by the Belitong I encountered in the book, I had to go there. So my friend Kate and I
planned a Christmas trip to Belitong—and by planned, I mean bought tickets and left the rest up to fate. We
happened to stay with Andrea Hirata's brother, Pak Diding, and his family while we were there. We fell in love with
Belitong: the people, the landscape, the culture. It felt like a home away from home. A few months later, Andrea asked
me to review two drafts of translations for the book. I gave him my opinion, and he eventually asked me if I would
translate it. As a student of literature at Universitas Indonesia at the time, I was both delighted and intimidated by this
offer. I accepted, and we began the translation at the end of March 2008.
Translating this masterpiece was no easy task. It took seven months. I worked on it at home, in taxis, at cafs, on
airplanes, in airports and during lunch at school. I worked on it on Java, Bali, Sumatera and Belitong; in Singapore,
America, Malaysia and South Korea. This translation has seen its fair share of places. Some parts were easier than
others, and I had a lot of help along the way.
Angie Kilbane – Jakarta, October 4th, 2009

ni potongan hasil jadinya Gan...

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Chapter One.
Spoiler for Ten New Students:
The Rainbow Troops, chapter 1: Ten New Students
THAT morning , when I was just a boy, I sat on a long bench outside of a school. The branch of an old filicium tree
shaded me. My father sat beside me, hugging my shoulders with both of his arms as he nodded and smiled to each
parent and child sitting side by side on the bench in front of us.
It was an important day: the first day of elementary school. At the end of those long benches was an open door, and
inside was an empty classroom. The door frame was crooked. The entire school, in fact, leaned as if it would collapse at
any moment. In the doorway stood two teachers, like hosts welcoming guests to a party. There was an old man with a
patient face, Bapak K.A. Harfan Efendy Noor, or Pak Harfan—the school principal—and a young woman
wearing a jilbab, or headscarf, Ibu N.A. Muslimah Hafsari, or Bu Mus for short. Like my father, they also were smiling.
Yet Bu Mus' smile was a forced smile: she was apprehensive. Her face was tense and twitching nervously. She kept
counting the number of children sitting on the long benches, so worried that she didn't even care about the sweat pouring
down onto her eyelids. The sweat beading around her nose smudged her powder makeup, streaking her face and
making her look like the queen's servant in Dul Muluk, an ancient play in our village.
"Nine people, just nine people, Pamanda Guru, still short one," she said anxiously to the principal. Pak Harfan stared at
her with an empty look in his eyes.
I too felt anxious. Anxious because of the restless Bu Mus, and because of the sensation of my father's burden spreading
over my entire body. Although he seemed friendly and at ease this morning, his rough arm hanging around my neck gave
away his quick heartbeat. I knew he was nervous, and I was aware that it wasn't easy for a 47-year-old miner with a lot of
children and a small salary to send his son to school. It would have been much easier to send me to work as a helper for
a Chinese grocery stall owner at the morning market, or to the coast to work as a coolie to help ease the family's financial
burdens. Sending a child to school meant tying oneself to years of costs, and that was no easy matter for our family.
My poor father. I didn't have the heart to look him in the eye. It would probably be better if I just went home, forgot about
school, followed in the footsteps of some of my older brothers and cousins, and became a coolie
My father wasn't the only one trembling. The face of each parent showed that they weren't really sitting on those long
benches. Their thoughts, like my father's, were drifting off to the morning market as they imagined their sons better off as
workers. These parents weren't convinced that their children's education, which they could only afford up to junior high,
would brighten their families' futures. This morning they were forced to be at this school, either to avoid reproach from
government officials for not sending their children to school, or to submit to modern demands to free their children from
illiteracy.

Sumber:http://andrea-hirata.com/

THANKS TO AGAN :
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