Djenar Maesa Ayu
--Djenar Maesa Ayu，Michael Nieto Garcia英譯，羅浩原 轉譯
Djenar Maesa Ayu, Mereka bilang, saya monyet!, Jakarta: Gramedia Pustaka Utama, 2002, pp. 43-53.
Djenar Maesa Ayu, Michael Nieto Garcia, trans., They Say I’m a Monkey, Jakarta: Metafor Publishing, 2005, pp. 69-80.
The dog Man 
--Djenar Maesa Ayu, translated by Michael Nieto Garcia
This story is no legend. And because of that no storyteller like me is needed to tell it. Even if I were to tell it, no one would care. No one would be interested in hearing the story of my friendship with . . .
the dog man
+ So why are you telling me this then?
- I'm not. I'm just talking to myself. You just happen to be here. If you don't want to listen, that's fine with me.
She was silent. She stared off into the distance through a window facing the sunset. A light breeze flicked strands of her thick hair across my face. From her lips escaped a low hiss, "The Dog Man.
- Yup, that's what they called him, Dog Man.
+ Did he have a dog head, a tail, and four feet?
- That's a real dog. No, he was a normal person, like us. Just . . .
+ Just what?
- He behaved like a dog.
+ Hold on. You just said he was called the Dog Man. Do you mean he was named that since he started behaving like a dog, or since birth?
- Since birth.
+ Since birth, and then he went on to act like a dog? What? Were his parents psychic?
- Oh, no. But I'm sure his parents played an important role in shaping his character.
+ So he was groomed to be a human dog. Is that what you mean?
- Perhaps it wasn't that either.
+ Then what? Perhaps his parents were dogs!
A sliver of silvery moonlight broke through the clouds. A dog ran quickly along the beach and stopped as if wanting to play with the rippling waves that lapped at its paws. Gazing up at the moon it gave a long howl.
+ Did your friend howl like that dog?
- Yeah. In fact, he didn't just howl at the full moon. He barked too.
+ That Dog Man.
- He bit.
+ That human dog.
- He had fleas.
+ The dog.
- He wrote short stories.
- He wrote about having sex with dogs, cows, chickens, and horses. He wrote about having sex with his mother.
+ What a dog!
- That’s not even the half of it.
+ What else?
- He sodomized his mother.
+ The dog!
- That’s not all.
+ What do you mean?
- Then he killed his mother.
- That’s still not all.
+ Don’t go on. I can’t imagine what could be worse than that.
+ Shut up!
- …cut off his mother’s genitals, then cut off his own. Then he sewed his mother’s genitals to his crotch.
+ You dog!
She jumped out the window, running off without a word. The night wind whipped her hair. She ran staggering and threw up on the beach near the dog that was still howling under the cascading moonlight. I caught up with her and sat on the wet sand.
- Why are you mad? Aren't short stories just fiction?
+ (Still panting) Fiction, you say?
- Yeah, imagination.
+ Only an animal would have that kind of imagination.
- We all have an animal nature.
+ And is it your animal nature that allows you to accept something like that?
+ It's always just perhaps. Perhaps his parents were dogs. Perhaps it was his animal nature. You're no different than the Dog Man.
- Why do you listen to my story? No one else wants to hear it. Can’t you see that you’re drawn to the story? Don’t you realize that deep down inside you is buried the same animal nature?
+ You sonofabitch!
- Wait a minute. Answer my question, yes or no?
+ I already told you to shut up. But you keep on talking.
- And I already told you, you don’t have to listen.
+ So why did you follow me over here? I don’t want to hear any more!
- I think you’re still up to hearing more of the story.
- You’re still sitting by that dog.