Poetry The Hands That Burned HEAT 1 1996 “if only the smell, the clashing trains would leave, but trade’s robust and kisses sweet where love swans past fresh walls, beneath new pines” Read more
Prose ‘Evil has no witnesses’ On Pramoedya Ananta Toer HEAT 1. Fire & Shadow 2001 When I met Pramoedya, whose work I had admired for fifteen years, in Jakarta in March 1998, two months before the overthrow of Soeharto’s thirty-two-year rule, he was as I had imagined: unassuming, nervous, fearless. Read more
