I just finished the Jakarta Method and it left me genuinely dismayed. Not like, astounded with how horrible it all was (I knew it was going to be horrible), but more, it made me put the book down and sit with my feelings of dismay. A little bit nauseous, unsettled, feeling a loss of hope for a lot of ideals I hold.
What a horrible period of history, in a century absolutely full of horrible periods.
Pick up The Buru Quartet. Although the massacres in 1965-66 caused damage that’s still visible even today, they fell short of eradicating the spirit of the PKI.