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“News Today”-The island Java

In Uncategorized on 20/04/2009 at 07:05

Java is and island in Indonesia where the capital of the country is; Batavia. There are many language that are spoken in this area but still the most powerful one is Indonesia where it is used in the whole Indonesia. Here is the word of the day from our News today to help you get around…


biru= blue

and last but not least

rumah= house

more to come on our new addition of News Today



In Uncategorized on 20/04/2009 at 06:42

VOC is a trading Dutch company that started on 20 March 1602 in Asia is one of the biggest companies that were in process and now the company starts to decline because of one of the major problems of the decrease in the income of the company. Grow no more rice!!! Is one way that the company has chosen and the stock of Tea and coffee are increasing in Indonesia now for more commercial trade crops in the mountains of Priangan Districts where Sundanese farmers are from. This is due to the failure of the trade company and the power has been past down to the Dutch government to colonial control Indonesia and also their crops. They also have taxes collected from the village to increase more income to the government.

The Editor’s Notes: Chapters 14-15

In Analysis of Plot, Batavus Droogstoppel, Character Development, Max Havelaar, The Editor on 19/04/2009 at 23:19

                The other day my wife (my Marieke!) asked to read the newest drafts of the novel. Having just finished reviewing chapters 14 and 15 I could only hand over the pages with a heavy heart. Just as I expected, this morning I found Marieke bent over the manuscript, and very much upset. It was difficult to comfort her, for though I am no expert on the affairs in Java, it has become my opinion that what Scarfman has produced in his writings is truth, and that all the optimism we may have heard here in Amsterdam about Java is most probably not.

                Even Droogstoppel was affected, for he was still a man proud of his country, and it did not please him to hear that such ‘outrageous abuses’ were, and still is happening right under our King’s nose. The corruption, the half-heartedness, the cowardice of the residents and governors! It was enough to make Marieke stop buying salt for a week in protest. And she had not even read the whole of the writings.

                The lighter parts of these chapters deal with Havelaar’s kindness, and the German poem quoted as a testimony to his heart has sneaked into mine, and become one of my favorites. What worries is the foreshadowing at the end of chapter 14, where ‘dark clouds’ are mentioned to be fast approaching our hero. Even the end of chapter 15 is no less promising! Here the narrator creates a sense of frustration and hopelessness with his repeated exclamations: “What good has it done him?”  (page 237). I falter in my optimism, but I cannot help nurse a small ray of hope that our hero might succeed in the end, for at least his letter to Verbrugge shows his determination and sense of justice is unwavering. It also helps that it seems the people of Lebak are finding confidence and trust in him, as they recognize his genuine care for not only his duty as written in the oath, but for what is right as written in his heart.

                Havelaar is becoming a great protagonist. I have no doubt that readers will side with him, which I find very important as we are dealing with a very sensitive issue, and this novel’s success largely depends on how much our hero can persuade readers to believe in him. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’m glad it was Droogstoppel who came across this manuscript first. In him we find the perfect tint of black to bring out the light in Havelaar.

The Editor, 44 Prinzengracht, Amsterdam.

Who’s who?

In Uncategorized on 19/04/2009 at 22:35

Max Havelaar, the Assitant resident of Lebak who has undertaken the duty of protecting the population of the Dutch East Indies from extortion and tyranny.

Some awful business is going on between Havelaar and the Regent and his son-in-law. Apparently he has accused them of Parang Kujang.

Who’s who? Spotted.

In Uncategorized on 19/04/2009 at 22:33

Spotted: A Mr Slymering arriving at Max Havelaar’s house. Looking unusually pale Slymering.

Who’s who? Spotted.

In Uncategorized on 19/04/2009 at 22:29

Spotted: Droogstopel in a carriage riding along Weesperstraat, mud flying, coincidentally into the face of Scarfman.

Who’s who?

In Uncategorized on 19/04/2009 at 22:26

Have I told you about Scarfman, dear readers? No? Oh how silly of me to have not mentioned him yet for he is on my list of ones to watch. He was an acquaintance of Droogstopel’s when they were young men. They had not seen each other in a long time when they met up, by chance. Scarfman was dressed rather scruffy – hence the nickname he has been given – and Droogstopel was rather unhappy to be seen associating with such a scruffily dressed fellow.

A source close to Droogstopel has informed me that Droogstopel has found out a little unfavorable information on our Scarfman. Talking to a gentleman who used to be a Resident in the EAst – but now lives in a big coutnry house near Driebergen – who knew Scarfman and assured him that despite Scarman’s “woe is me” tale, he infact very much deserved to be fired as he was disreputable and discontented. Bringing home young girls despite the fact he was clearly already married, the man still has some big debts back in the EAst that it seems he’s run away from.

You know you love me,


Multatuli Man

Who’s who? Update.

In Uncategorized on 19/04/2009 at 22:12

Update: From a source within the house (oh dear reader, we cannot reveal) we have disccovered that Fritz infact reada  poem to the ladies that was so beautiful and so touching that Louise burst into tears. Fritz then proceeded to repeat the poem (that he had memorized) to the assembled party, parents and all.

“Not yet, O Lord, they bliss –
Grant me first my mother’s kiss”

Who’s who?

In Uncategorized on 19/04/2009 at 21:50

Fritz Droogstopel spotted at the Rosemeyers. As we all know out in the blogosphere the Rosemeyers are in sugar – very wealthy indeed. The Rosemeyers and the Droogstopel’s are friendly indeed but dear reader, I am not here to tell you about the business relationship of these two families but the lighter, more scandalous aspect of it all. Multatuli Man knows what you like. Fritz, sixteen years old, a tender age for anyone was – spotted by our fly on the wall – surrounded by the Rosemeyers daughters, one in fact, Louise was crying. What had the boy said to those beautiful young ladies to make them flutter about him so ? And had he left out Louise? Why did she feel the need to cry?

More to come


Multatuli Man

The Editor’s Notes: Chapter 13

In Analysis of Plot, Narrative Perspectives, Scarfman, The Editor on 19/04/2009 at 21:01

                I found this chapter to be a very sweet one. Now, Droogstoppel would probably shake his head at me for referring to a piece of digression as ‘sweet’, but I do find it a dear little excerpt in the novel, and furthermore I fully agree with the narrator’s notions on digressions in general.

                Apart from being a description of Havelaar’s new house and compound, this digression also shows us some ‘undergrowth’ in that it is interlaced with remarks and mentions of cultural and colonial matters. His note on the difference between not only the housing in Indonesia to those of Europe, but also the civilization, reminds readers to leave their assumptions at the door when reading this novel, for life in Java is, to most of us, unfamiliar in so many ways.

                Also in this chapter, a further mention of Mrs. Slotering, who is slowly becoming the most mysterious character in the story. Her reclusive tendencies (or discretions, as Tina puts it) are often charged on her being a ‘native child’ whose life as an Assistant Resident’s wife has made her ‘fond of exercising authority’.

                Anyway, on the editing end of things, as I’ve said, I’m quite happy with this little chapter, for the language, especially on the first part (on digressions and the two extremes) is beautiful and the imagery rich. I cannot help but admire a writer who can paint pictures with his words. I must say Scarfman has done very well in avoiding ‘coarse brushwork’ and ‘screaming colors’.

I’m quite looking forward to tomorrow, for I feel now we have really sunk our teeth into the story, and it can only get better from here on out! Anyone else feeling the rising action?

The Editor, 44 Prinzengracht, Amsterdam.