Fantasizing the Feminine in Indonesia

Abstract

And she the eldest daughter!... life could have been good, waiting for her turn to buy, for so many sarongs and headcloths woven with gold or silver thread and weighed on the scales, a man she liked; waiting to bear children, preferably female children!Listening to the roaring waters, the tall rustling trees, and half an hour after midnight the crackle of blazing torches, and the sound of men's voices coming through the dark, as they climbed down the stairs of the longhouses, complaining as they went.Waiting for her turn to become a head of the family, of all the families in the

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