Korea Short Story Quotes

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The Snowy Road and Other Stories edited by Hyun-jae Yee Sallee “What is a prayer? It is a heart without any lies” -Yean-hee Ching, Balloon Proverb “Undoubtedly a pine caterpillar lives properly by eating pine leaves only.” Ick-suh Yoo, Purchased Bridegroom “...One tends not to appreciate many things while he strives madly to cope with misfortune befalling him. Is it because misfortune makes one see things differently?” - Ick-suh Yoo, Purchased Bridegroom “Nak-dong river duck in your arms!... What I mean is that you have assumed the role of poor mother hen for your wife.” Ick-suh Yoo, Purchased Bridegroom “When one happens to find out that a treasure previously deemed to be precious is actually fake, one’s disgust is about to be measured by how dearly that treasure was cherished. Immediately casting away such a false treasure could make one happy for the time being.” - Chung-joon Yee, The Snowy Road
Hyun-Jae Yee Sallee (The Snowy Road & Other Stories: An Anthology of Korean Fiction (Secret Weavers Series))
I think about how the majority of her films feature women of a certain age, women who are often addressed as halmoni. I always assumed Inseon’s outgoing nature would have played a large part in generating the extraordinary intimacy of her interviews. That as the women paused in their remarks or trailed off into silence when their eyes fell on the camera, Inseon would have sat across from them, her face open and sincere, and tried her best to meet their gaze. It was this off-screen face of hers I pictured while watching her documentary on Việt Nam, specifically the scene where the local guide is translating Inseon’s questions to the woman who lives alone in a remote jungle village. She is asking if you have a story you want to tell her about that night. Above the somewhat stiffly translated subtitles, the woman looks past the camera. Her short white hair is tucked behind her ears, her face small and gaunt, and her eyes are unusually sharp. This person came here from Korea to ask you this. Finally, the woman speaks. All right. I’ll tell you. She stares steadily at the camera with remarkable focus, not once glancing at the interpreter. The gleam in her eyes pierced the lens and—I imagined—Inseon’s eyes, lancing directly into my own. This was the reply of someone who had waited a very long time for this moment. This brief consent, I realized, held the entire weight of her life.
Han Kang (We Do Not Part)