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Song, Yong
Puksori/북 소리 = Drumbeat
"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
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Pyun, Hye-young
T'ongjorim kongjang/통조림 공장 = The canning factory
"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
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Pak, Nam-il
Sogot / 속옷 = Underwear
" 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
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Kim, Jae-young
K'okkiri/코끼리 = The elephant / Kim Jae-young ; translated by Michelle Jooeun Kim
" 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
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Lee, Hye Kyung
Kurigo, ch'ukche/그리고, 축제 = And then the festival
" 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. My husband returned from his business trip but when he took me in his arms, I couldn't open up to him. His touch would usually get my nether parts to spread like a girl smiling ear to ear, but that night they refused my bidding and shut themselves up. "I must be tired too. I can't get it up." He knew what was happening, but that's how considerate he was. The next time was the same. I was shocked_how could my body betray me like this. What was worse, when he reached out for me I was already tensed up. "Wow, just like a virgin," he said, but the excitement of that prospect soon wore off, and one night he said, "You must be mad at me, what's wrong?" We took another break, longer than the previous one. But when we tried once more and I responded with less interest than ever, he finally suggested I see a doctor. But instead, the next day I met him near where he worked. I was afraid our domestic life would be contaminated with volcanic ash if I broke the news at home. I told him, practically in a breath_I thought I'd forgotten it, I thought I'd finally overcome my past when I met him, but the moment I saw that milky, maggoty face at the wedding I reverted to the 12-year-old girl oppressed by a secret she could tell no one, and I begged my dear husband to wait until I was ready again."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 LEE k
Buku Teks  Universitas Indonesia Library
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Jeon, Sung-tae
Sae/새 = Bird
" 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
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Pu, Hee-ryoung
Kkot/꽃 = Flowers
"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 Once, when she was coming back home from school late at night, she was strangled by a black shadow that approached her from behind on a narrow lane. When she collapsed to the ground, the black shadow momentarily hesitated, then pushed his hand up the girl's upturned skirt. Using her school bag, she hit the black shadow with all her strength. She screamed out loud after she gathered herself together. The black shadow, who until then was clumsily fumbling with her thighs, suddenly stood up and started to kick the girl. Soon, there was the sound of people approaching, and the black shadow hastily disappeared. Although the encounter had been brief, the girl had been momentarily afraid of dying, and realized that rape wasn't just sex by force. Rape was something where, after someone was savagely beaten, a person or a person's character disappeared, and all that existed was a gaping opening, a hole. After her own run-in with the black shadow, the girl was seized with the impulse to have a gynecologist cover her hole. She understood now that she could be beaten to death because of its existence."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 PUH k
Buku Teks  Universitas Indonesia Library
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Jeong, Ji-a
Spring Afternoon, Three Widows (Bi-lingual Edition Modern Korean Literature, Volume 63) = 봄날 오후, 과부 셋/Pomnal ohu, kwabu set
"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
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Chun, Seung-sei
Hyeja ui nunkkot/혜자 의 눈꽃 = Hye-ja's snow-flowers
" 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. Hye-ja finished the last of the snow-flower petals that bloomed at the tip of her foot, a flower that had yellow pistils in its center. I looked down at Hye-ja casually, and suddenly I felt goosebumps across my neck."What kind of flowers are these?" I asked. "I don't know."I suddenly remembered something chilling as I watched Hye-ja scurry around and as that nameless flower bloomed from the tip of her tiny rubber shoes. Even before this memory could fully take shape, though, Hye-ja said in a low voice, "Grandma said... my mom, you know, she just died!"I said nothing. Then, I reached down and hugged Hye-ja abruptly. I stared blankly in the direction of Hye-ja's shack through the shroud of descending snow."
Soul Tukpyolsi: Asia, 2014
KOR 895.730 9 CHU h
Buku Teks  Universitas Indonesia Library
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Gong, Sun-ok
Sanghai e tugo on saramdul/상하이 에 두고 온 사람들 = People I left in Shanghai
" 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
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