Review Text konon adalah pelajaran terakhir bahasa Inggris tingkat
SMA. Seandainya sobat tidak bisa membuat contoh review text (teks
review), bisa dikatakan bahwa sobat belum bisa dan "belum pantas" lulus
Ujian Nasional khususnya untuk pelajaran bahasa Inggris. Tidak mau kan
dibilang tidak lulus ujian?
Oleh karena itu, agar tidak "dianggap"
gagal dalam menempuh perjalanan selama sekolah, mari kita pelajari lagi
apa dan bagaimana review text itu. Siap?
Pengertian Review Text
Secara harfiah, review bermakna "tinjauan, ringkasan, tinjauan ulang." Jika ada frasa book review berarti bermakna tinjauan buku. Karenanya,
review text bisa diartikan secara harfiah sebagai teks yang difungsikan
untuk meninjau. Apa saja yang ditinjau? ya apa saja lah, baik buku,
produk kecantikan, mobil, hp, laptop dan lain sebagainya.
Social Function Review Text
Ternyata review text bisa berfungsi sebagai to criticise an art work, event for a public audience. (untuk memberikan kritik terhadap suatu karya seni, ataupun lainnya untuk khalayak umum).
Generic Structure Review Text
Generic Structure dari Review Text terdiri dari :
- Orientation : places the work in its general and particular context, often by comparing it with others of its kind or through an analog with a non–art object or event. (menempatkan karya yang ditinjau pada konteks umum ataupun khusus, biasanya dengan membandingkan dengan karya lain yang sejenis atau melalui analogi obyek yang bukan karya seni.)
- Interpretive Recount : summarize the plot and/or providers an account of how the reviewed rendition of the work came into being.(meringkas alur cerita "jika mereview buku" bagaimana cara penyampaian karya tersebut)
- Evaluation : provides an evaluation of the work and/or its performance or production; is usually recursive.(memberikan sebuah evaluari karya ataupun penampilan, produksi; evaluasi ini biasanya berulang-ulang)
Sebenarnya, susunan umum
(generic structure) review text ini tidak harus sama persis seperti di
atas, mungkin karena alasan "meringkas" pelajaran, jadi ketiga susunan
tadi bisa sebagai gambaran umum saja, oke.
Masih bingung? Yang nulis
juga bingung :) Okelah mari kita langsung saja memberikan beberapa
contoh review text, yang semoga bisa menambah pemahaman kita tentang review text.
John Lehman
Harold is one of nine children, raised by his mother. In the
Introduction he tells us about public moments that have shaped his life
(Martin Luther King’s ”I Have a Dream” speech, Muhammad Ali’s “I can
float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.”) as well as very private
ones like attending the wedding of a girl he was still very much in love
with. This not only gives us an insight into the person behind these
poems, it helps us understand their inspiration and connection to things
outside of the words. “The Bee in the Web” draws on the
“butterfly”/”bee” of Ali’s boast, yet expands on it to a message of
racial harmony as opposed to one of militant aggression and separatism.
There are some great titles (“The Martian and the Wino,” “W Stands for Wrong", ”Fasten Your Seatbelt”) and lines that make us think (“Sometimes I feel that life’s a curse, has front-wheel drive and no reverse” and the very poignant “I hate in order to protect yourself—you pack a gun or mace. So why don’t I say what the hell and hate the human race.”) There are also some bad lines: “Her skin is cream, her body is slim. Looking at her makes the average saint sin.”—perhaps, but what or who is “the average saint”? The book ends with a sweet poem by Charla Angeline Hultmann (and I really like the candor of her bio) called “Gift” and “giving” is the real spirit of this book of poetry.
I will be honest, I am not a fan of rhyme. There is a delight in adjacent sounds rubbing together—vowels held and savored, consonants clicking in a row—but “easy” rhymes (“head”/“dead”; “love”/”dove”; “moon”/”prune”) tend to overshadow poetic subtleties, determine word choice and the words themselves lose their meaning, becoming clichés. But this is the music of this poet’s generation, and there is no denying that poetry is more alive, more meaningful and more accessible than it has ever been at any other time during my life. PS I do love the “Osama” “mama” rhyme. In general I think it would benefit Harold Nash’s development to read more of the published contemporary Black poets.
But form aside, this is an honest (courageous and unflinching) look at life today—one we need to share together for the survival of us all. That is “Rhymes of the Times” message. And it is a good one.
I
particularly liked the first few pages of this book where the poet
acknowledges those who have helped him and tells us something about his
life. Too often writing is a lonely task and poetry so personal that it
excludes others until they read the final result. But both poets and
audiences are intimately involved in the process. Readers are not
consumers looking for a pair of shoes, but people trying to discover
something about how they feel, as well as understand the emotions of the
person writing the poem. This spirit of openness and participation is
right here from the start in this collection.
There are some great titles (“The Martian and the Wino,” “W Stands for Wrong", ”Fasten Your Seatbelt”) and lines that make us think (“Sometimes I feel that life’s a curse, has front-wheel drive and no reverse” and the very poignant “I hate in order to protect yourself—you pack a gun or mace. So why don’t I say what the hell and hate the human race.”) There are also some bad lines: “Her skin is cream, her body is slim. Looking at her makes the average saint sin.”—perhaps, but what or who is “the average saint”? The book ends with a sweet poem by Charla Angeline Hultmann (and I really like the candor of her bio) called “Gift” and “giving” is the real spirit of this book of poetry.
I will be honest, I am not a fan of rhyme. There is a delight in adjacent sounds rubbing together—vowels held and savored, consonants clicking in a row—but “easy” rhymes (“head”/“dead”; “love”/”dove”; “moon”/”prune”) tend to overshadow poetic subtleties, determine word choice and the words themselves lose their meaning, becoming clichés. But this is the music of this poet’s generation, and there is no denying that poetry is more alive, more meaningful and more accessible than it has ever been at any other time during my life. PS I do love the “Osama” “mama” rhyme. In general I think it would benefit Harold Nash’s development to read more of the published contemporary Black poets.
But form aside, this is an honest (courageous and unflinching) look at life today—one we need to share together for the survival of us all. That is “Rhymes of the Times” message. And it is a good one.






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