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Jeon, Sung-tae
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Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Su-dong threw his bicycle away and pushed Miss Jeong's back towards the pear orchard. "Go to the family graveyard. Now," Su-dong ordered. "Who the hell did you see?" "If you don't want her to pull the hair out of your skull, get going. Quick! If you can't get to the graveyard, then lie low in the garlic field in front of it." Su-dong was stamping his feet impatiently. His wife's head was already visible above of the wall. She hadn't seen the two of them, she'd better have not, but only because she was lowering her head, avoiding eye contact with everyone passing by. "Hurry!" Su-dong hissed. Su-dong pushed Miss Jeong's waist hard in the direction of the graveyard. Only then did she leap into the pear orchard. Every time her heels dug deep into the earth, large divots of soil accompanied them out. It seemed her pants were falling down, because she was holding them up to her armpits by the elastic band. I should have offered her a necktie to wrap around her pants, Su-dong thought. She was quick-footed and slipped under the low branches as skillfully as a pheasant. Although she looked somewhat clumsy, she was certainly a veteran when it came to running away. Get going! Su-dong thought. That's right, that's the way to get into the bank! Su-dong rooted for her silently. He clenched his fists without even being aware of it."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 JEO s
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Jeon, Sang-guk
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Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. I had given up hope on the baby, and it was only my mother-in-law's devotion that saved his life. I wondered if such a creature could even suckle, but he nursed at my breast with such an unbelievable energy that it sometimes frightened me. It occurred to me that he wasn't human and I pushed him away onto the floor. My whole body trembled and the well of hatred I'd kept pent up inside me for the sake of my child would surge like a fountain. I ground my teeth in rage day and night, dreaming of knifing them to death. I would catch their blood in my hands as it spilled out of their sticky black skin, and show it to my neighbors. The only thing that kept me alive then was my hatred and the desire for revenge that burned in my heart"
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 JEO a
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Pyun, Hye-young
"Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story "Sometimes I think about my own death. I think I'd like to be cremated and have the ashes sealed inside a can. I don't like the idea of rotting in the soil underneath a burial mound, and I sure don't want to be stored in one of those marble urns at a crematorium. I've worked at a canning factory my whole life. My whole life I've handled cans. They're making cans with better materials now, and it's become easier to open the lids, which tells me that the world is becoming a better place to live. The changing designs of the can labels tell me that people's tastes are changing. Their actual taste for food also changes. I learn about that when new canned foods are developed or flavors are modified. In other words, I've learned about the world through this can." "If the world were like an empty can, we'd be in trouble.""
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 PYU t
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Pak, Nam-il
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Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. "Without a care about love, fame, or name..." Next to me, Mr. Yi Gi-hyeong was crying. A poet over seventy years old... Ah, who said...that an old poet is a poet who writes poems even when he is old? What is a poem to him? What can it be, and what can't it be? Why is he imprisoned here and yelling in the middle of this enlightened and civilized capitalist world? Why is he crying? Why is he shouting in a hoarse voice for a reunification that can never be?"
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 KIM s
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Kim, Jae-young
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Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. When I die, my nose will probably be the first thing to rot. I've been inhaling stenches from the day I was born, that's why. I'm sure the smell of toxic chemicals traveling through my capillary veins to my brain will make me stupid someday. It doesn't matter, anyways. They say that the more you use your head, the harder it is to live in this world. Father once said, "I used my head and landed in this hell of a place. If only I stayed to raise goats on the mountain or farm in the fields like the other young men... If only I had known to be thankful to the gods for being able to come home to the smell of creamy dahl baht (lentil soup and rice) after washing in the river...""
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 LEE k
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Song, Yong
"Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story After saying goodbye to my old landlady, I wandered aimlessly around the streets of Nongol. I dropped by the Swan Coffee Shop for a cup of coffee and bought a few cigarettes from the women by the road. When dusk fell, I climbed up the hillside crowded with shanties. I couldn't hear the sound of the drum, even as I neared the summit. Up there, it was lonely and quiet like a tomb. Had the shaman died while I was away? Hadn't I said she would keep beating the drum until she passed away?"
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 SON p
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Jeong, Ji-a
"Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story The funeral was unparalleled in loneliness, probably because they were childless and because they stuck to themselves in the bookstore, hardly ever engaging with their neighbors. Haruko was the chief mourner but she fainted every time she went to the mortuary. Everything fell to Aiko: the ritual preparation of the corpse, laying out the coffin, and seeing to the cremation. She was so busy looking after Haruko that she was unable to send notices of Haruko's husband's death. Aiko didn't know she'd have to mind Haruko afterwards. There was a ready willingness for Haruko and Sadako to talk things out together, but Haruko never once unburdened herself privately to Aiko. Haruko hadn't told Aiko why her husband had quit teaching and returned home. Aiko heard about it later from Sadako. A meek man, someone who ardently believed that the world had changed for the better after the 1960 student uprising, he was fired for active involvement in an illegal radical teachers group. At that time, Sadako and Haruko were so busy with their own lives that they were rarely in touch with each other."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 JEO s
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Gong, Sun-ok
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Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. "This is Dongfangmingzhu! Don't fall asleep, sir! Wake up and look!" she said. We got off the bus in front of Dongfangmingzhu and she suddenly screamed, "The old man is still on the bus! He didn't listen to me. He must have dozed off!" Before I realized the old man wasn't with us, the woman had already hailed a taxi and was getting in. "Miss Ahn, don't move. Just wait here," the woman said, and raced after the bus.It was muggy. The sun poured out heat. Could she catch up with the bus? And why? Why would she want to find him? Had she become attached to him in just a few days? Even though he infuriated her? I couldn't understand her"
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 GON s
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Kim, Yeon-su
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Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. "Ahh, alone. But, so, what did she say was alone?" "Hye-jin's heart, is alone." I had no idea what the fellow was talking about_whether he was saying that my wife actually had one heart, or that she considered herself to be on her own. Then, as he put his beer can down, the fellow asked for a pen and paper and began to draw. The first thing to appear on the page was a forest. It wasn't the kind of pine forest we might be used to, but something more like a jungle_but at any rate, in this forest lay a baby, its eyes closed. "It was forest. I was baby. I was alone. I was sleeping." Then the fellow drew two eyes on the baby and began to draw tears on either side of the baby's face. Then the baby in the drawing began to cry"
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 KIM m
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
Lee, Kyung
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Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Whenever I was out of luck finding a place to sleep, I snuck into Chima's room. Chima let me stay the night without taking off my pants. Once I suggested I pay for the room by taking off my pants. But he said if I really wanted to take them off, he wouldn't mind, but not in return for the room. I started to unzip my pants, saying that there was no difference between the two. But he hurriedly zipped them up himself and said the difference was so great that he couldn't possibly explain it in words. As for me, I was willing to take off my pants to pay for the room, but I couldn't do it otherwise. Detecting a stir in his eyes, I felt as if I was doing it in front of my dad. I had often found an inexplicable stir in Dad's eyes. He said it was because he was anxious. Because he was alive, he felt uneasy about making a living. Dad might be feeling better now in that he had stopped living."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2004
KOR 895.730 9 LEE m
Buku Teks Universitas Indonesia Library
