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'Train to Busan' as Critique of Korean Society
I still haven't been able to see Train to Busan for myself, but I found this article on NPR to be really interesting! It doesn't ruin any plot points (other than the fact that there is a zombie apocalypse which I'm pretty sure we could gather from the trailer...) According to the article: Without giving too much of the story away, the film blames corporate callousness for the death toll. The government covers up the truth — or is largely absent. And the crew? Rather than rescue passengers, it follows the wishes of a businessman. Sewol Ferry Reference: These themes are particularly resonant in South Korea, which in 2014 faced national tragedy after 300 people, mostly teenagers, died when a ferry overturned in the sea. Investigators found the ferry's corporate owners overloaded it to save money. And the captain and crew got into lifeboats without rescuing passengers. News media, toeing the government line, originally reported that everyone survived, blamed rescuers for not working hard enough (when in reality the government refused to let them go into the water and rescue the children), etc. The Korean president's whereabouts on that day are still unexplained. Then the MERS Outbreak: Last year, as Middle East respiratory syndrome, or MERS, spread in South Korea, the government wouldn't share key information about where patients were being treated, where it started, and how officials would contain the outbreak. The government refused to communicate with the public, so the Seoul mayor had to go against the president and form his OWN plan to fix the problem. As a result, he's now in the running for next president (since Koreans have lost all respect or trust in the current pres) You can read the full piece by NPR right HERE. Has anyone seen this yet?!
3 Korean Authors To Add To Your Reading List
I recently made a video about Haruki Murakami, and a few of oyu asked about some Korean authors you might like. Here are 3 and a half suggestions First is Kyungsook Shin, who I haven't read yet. She wronte "Please Look After Mom" which was a huge success internationally. She has had some scandals surrounding her though, because she plagarized a bit of her work from other authors... Now onto the authors I HAVE read! 1. Han Kang Most recently known for The Vegetarian, she writes in a creepy but realistic style. Everything that happens is believeable which makes it so much scarier. I'm about to read her historical fiction piece, Human Acts! 2. Chang Rae Lee I read On Such A Full Sea sometime last year and really enjoyed it. It takes place in a distopian society and is a really interesting look into how we interact with people around us! 3. Young Ha Kim I adore this author and if you're going to read anything on this list make sure you read Black Flower. It is about the true history of hundreds to thousands of Koreans being brought over to Mexico to essentially be slaves on plantations. Its a part of history I never knew about, and Young Ha Kim explains it in a really fascinating way. Have you read any of these authors?! Here are links to the books if you're interested in picking any of them up^^ Young Ha Kim BLACK FLOWER: http://amzn.to/2mltxHU I Have The Right To Destroy Myself: http://amzn.to/2m1fyGG Han Kang The Vegetarian: http://amzn.to/2lLKvOn Chang Rae Lee On Such A Full Sea: http://amzn.to/2m1jEyQ Kyung Sook Shin Please Look After Mom: http://amzn.to/2m1uXqs
5.) The Mortal James "An Adventure, Perhaps"
Day Five. I finally left my hotel room. I couldn't help but look over my shoulder nearly every minute. I was paranoid that was for sure. I kept trying to reassure myself that if I did not see the other guy, then its more likely that he did not see me either. I don't know what he looks like, so he must not know what I look like. That definitely eased my paranoia a bit. As I was sitting at this little cafe, I happen to look over and caught this beautiful woman looking at me. Of course she looked away quickly, so I looked away. I slowly looked at her again from the corner of my eye hoping to catch her gaze again but she looked on at her newspaper, drinking her coffee. Every now and then I would look around, looking her way. She kept her eyes on the newspaper. I don't know, maybe it was just my imagination or my amateur sleuthing but she never turned a page and she didn't look like she was reading. Her eyes were glued to one spot on the page, whatever it was. I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead into my hands. There was something happening, I could feel it growing in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to believe it, I truly didn't and I think that was what was holding me back from actually seeing the reality of what was going on or that I was in deeper than what I wanted to believe. I opened my eyes when I heard a phone ringing. I looked over and she was answering it. She was speaking to someone. She wasn't speaking French or English, it sounded like Italian. In the middle of her conversation, she glanced at me and quickly looked down at the ground, hung up and left in a hurry leaving her newspaper and coffee behind. I happen to look over in the direction she had gone, before she disappeared around the corner, she looked back at me. For a moment, we seen each other, our gaze met and it lasted longer than I had anticipated but there was something else. Not a look of interest that a woman gives a man but a look of curiosity, a look that said, I know what you know. And she was gone...... but not for long. I looked at my hands, they were shaking. I had not noticed it until then. I couldn't get the headless man in the alley out of my head. I don't think I really slept the whole time I was in my room. I kept having that strange feeling that I was being watched, even as I sat at the little cafe, I could feel someone watching me. I drank my coffee and left. My hotel room didn't feel safe. As I said before, it felt like someone was watching me. I wanted to leave, just jump on a plane and go home. Leave all this BS behind me. I couldn't though. I wasn't due to leave for another two weeks and my room was paid up until then. I wanted to stay as well, when I really thought about it, there was nothing for me at home, I know there wasn't, except my cat but she would be well taken care of should I not return. Here, in Paris, this great mysterious thing was happening, unfolding before me. So, now, I had two choices, return home to the boring mundane life of living everyday in silent misery or stay, find out what that business was all about the other night, who the pretty dark haired lady was, put my mind at ease that I wasn’t seen, and perhaps even get shot at or even killed. An adventure. As I sorted through my wallet thinking on it, I came across a business card with an address and directions. If that wasn't a sure hint as to the direction I should take, then I do not know what was. So be it, to the countryside I will go. I returned to my hotel, cautious of my surroundings. I stood at the lobby doors, looking around, taking a photographic memory of each person in that lobby, quickly analyzing everyone's movement. There had been someone on the phone when I walked in, they had glanced at my way briefly, I took note of it; a man, young, black hair, dark complexion, very dark eyes, looked Indian or maybe even Arabic. When I looked back, he was gone. I told the desk clerk that I would be in for the night and did not want to be disturbed, a lie of course but what else was I to say, that I was checking out, no I did not want that known. For all I knew, the desk clerk could be in on it. In all the great mysteries I have ever watched, no one can be trusted, be suspicious of everyone. If you can't tell, I watched a lot of movies, it was my hobby and my passion. I had been watching them since I was kid, spending every weekend at the theaters. Watching movie after movie, and this was feeling very much like a movie. Dead bodies and a mysterious beautiful woman, yeah, definitely not a comedy. I packed up my bags. I waited until the next morning to leave but for now, I made my way down to the dining hall and ate dinner like I usually do. Previous Card 4 .... Next Card 6 Readers: @MelissaGarza @sukkyonwanser @babysanchez1253 @KristinaCaron @Sugasadamsapple @sajjadjutt @CallMeMsDragon @VeronicaArtino (TAGS: So if you are interested in being tagged for this story, just hit like and I'll tag ya in the upcoming cards.)
A Blissful Place for Manga Lovers!
For the longest time I only have one reason for visiting Japan. Nope, it's not for food. Nope, it's not for fashion. Yes. It's for hot spring! I may look an average 20 something gal but I'm a grandma at heart. I've been told that many times because of my peculiar lifestyle. I love jacuzzi and hot spring is one of the thing I've always wanted to try after watching dramas that features this fabulous chamber. Even though I really wanted to visit Japan I didn't think hot spring would justify the trip because Taiwan also have hot spring. The ticket and accommodation in Taiwan is more budget-friendly than Japan. It was not until today I found another reason to go visit Japan. Books & Bed This concept is really intriguing. Though, I don't openly express it, I'm a manga girl at heart. Throw me in a room with a bunch of manga and I will be more than happy to read them. This is place is truly a gem for book lovers and someone who appreciates minimal architect. At Book and Bed Hostel you get a beautiful view of the city at night and get unlimited access to book in their library until your eyes become drowsy. The industrial interior design is filled with cement walls, wooden bookshelves and wooden single beds. Obviously, it's not a place for you to get a comfy pillow and cozy bed. If you are solo or duo traveler, this is the type of place that will bring you a blissful evening. What more do you want from a short vacation getaway than a place to sleep and get inspired? Anyone else feel the same way?