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Resensi: The Invisible Child (Tove Jansson)

Updated: Jul 24

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Bagian dari dunia Moomin, The Invisible Child mengisahkan tentang Ninny yang begitu tidak disayang hingga kehilangan raganya. Dengan singkatnya, penulis legendaris Tove Jansson menuturkan penderitaan batin dan imbas dari absennya cinta kasih dalam pertumbuhan seorang anak, serta bagaimana ketulusan bisa mulai mencoba memulihkan luka hati yang timbul karenanya. Tanpa mendramatisir, kisah ini menampilkan dalamnya dampak kekerasan non-fisik, dan menyinggung juga bagaimana kita (mungkin) berkelakuan di hadapan orang yang tampak berbeda (atau tepatnya, di sini, tidak tampak). Apakah ceplas-ceplos saja seperti Little My? Gugup, takut salah langkah, seperti Moominpappa? Polos seperti Moomintroll? Atau bersikap sopan sebagaimana seharusnya pada semua orang, seperti Moominmamma?


Meskipun cerita ini menyinggung hal yang menyedihkan, tidak ada tangisan-tangisan teatrikal, melainkan upaya kekanakan Moomintroll mengajarkan macam-macam permainan kepada Si Gadis Tembus Pandang, protes-protes sadis-polos Little My tentang Ninny yang “tidak asyik”, serta rutinitas Moominmamma meramu obat penangkal ketembuspandangan untuk Ninny. Kedekatan yang tercipta di antara Ninny dan Moominmamma pun terasa sangat manis dan hangat karena tidak digambarkan secara berlebihan; dan yang paling menyenangkan, kedekatan ini lah yang menutup kisah Ninny dengan akhir yang penuh tawa.


“Oh, dia begitu manis!” kata Moomintroll ketika ia pertama kali melihat wajah Ninny. “Manis matamu,” keluh Moominpappa, yang habis digigit Ninny yang marah. Sayang sekali, Moominpappa, kali ini saya harus sepakat dengan Moomintroll!


One dark and rainy evening the Moomin family sat around the veranda table picking over the day’s mushroom harvest. The big table was covered with newspaper, and in the center of it stood the lighted kerosene lamp. But the corners of the veranda were dark.
“My has been picking pepper spunk again,” Momminpappa said. “Last year she collected flybane.”
“Let’s hope she takes to chanterelles next autumn,” said Moominmamma. “Or at least to something not directly poisonous.”
“Hope for the best and prepare for the worst,” little My observed with a chuckle.
They continued their work in peaceful silence.
Suddenly there were a few light taps on the glass pane in the door, and without waiting for an answer Too-ticky came in and shook the rain off her oilskin jacket. Then she held the door open and called out in the dark. “Well, come along!”
“Whom are you bringing? Moomintroll asked.
“It’s Ninny,“ Too-ticky said. “Yes, her name’s Ninny.” She still held the door open, waiting. No one came.
“Oh, well,” Too-ticky said and shrugged her shoulder. “If she’s too shy she’d better stay there for a while.”
“She’ll be drenched through,” said Moominmamma.
“Perhaps that won’t matter much when one’s invisible,” Too-ticky said and sat down by the table. The family stopped working and waited for an explanation.
“You all know, don’t you, that if people are frightened very often, they sometimes become invisible,” Too-ticky said and swallowed a small egg mushroom that looked like a little snowball. “Well. This Ninny was frightened the wrong way by a lady who had taken care of her without really liking her. I’ve met this lady, and she was horrid. Not the angry sort, you know, which would have been understandable. No, she was the icily ironical kind.”

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