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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
3.) The Mortal James "Imagining New Beginnings"
My second day. I enquired about the lighning that I had seen the night before but the front desk clerk said he had not heard anything of the sort. So I shrugged if off and went out exploring again. This time I ended up at Notre Dame. Notre Dame was...is as beautiful as they say it is. It was truly breathtaking. I took pictures and pictures, every part of it seem to scream out 'Look at me!' I even sat for a while listening to the silence and the occasional mumbling and shuffling of feet. It had been odd though, at one point, two men came running through, disturbing the solace of the church's peaceful atmosphere. A lot of patrons ran for the door, as the two men shouted obscene words to one another and ... it could have been my imagination, but I seen one of them carrying a sword. As soon as they left the building, I got up from where I had ducked down at and went out quickly. To my surprise, I was more curious than I thought and ran around toward the other side of the church, to where I think they would have came out at but there was no sign of either of them. The people around me did not seem to take notice and if they had, they quickly forgotten about it or just didn’t care. I wandered along the river bank for a bit. I could not get what I had seen out of my head. Explanation after explanation crossed my mind. It could have just been two actors practicing for a movie but if that were the case, the church would have been blocked off ... wouldn't it? I would have seen cameras in place, they wouldn't have just let anyone in... right? Then I thought, hidden cameras, the director wanted to get a more real life look, real reactions from the patrons and so they didn't tell anyone and the cameras were hidden. That had to be it. As soon as I was settled on that reasoning, that explanation, I started back to my hotel. On the way, as I crossed a bridge, I happen to look down on the river and seen what I think would be called a barge, docked at the river’s edge. There was a little man placing a huge sign that said, 'Pour Louer'. My written French was a little rusty but it was enough to get by on, I knew what 'louer' meant, so I went down to take a look. It had looked like a pretty good sized barge from up on the bridge but once I was actually standing next to it, it was massive. From stern to bow, I could not imagine what the inside looked like, especially since I had never been on one before. The little man came rushing out, and of course speaking French to me. I had kindly told him that I did not speak very good French. He looked at me with the biggest eyes and smile and in his best English introduced himself as Martin and asked if I was looking for a home to rent. I told him no, that I was just visiting and was curious as to what it looked like inside. So he motioned to me to come in. We entered on the starboard side, down through some stairs. When he opened the door, there came a musky scent, like someone had been burning incense. I asked him about that, he said that he had not burned anything of the sort and he had not cleaned it since the owner called him almost two months before. I asked even further about the owner, I had initially thought Martin was the owner. As we went inside, I was taken back, it was spacious, clearly like a studio apartment. On the other end, which was a few steps higher, by what looked like the back door, was the bedroom area. An empty unmade bed sat. I looked up, down, and around as I moved toward the back door. And for some reason, I felt like I could live here. I felt like I had come home. I could hear Martin talking about the owner, some of it I had caught but once we were inside, I did not hear much of the rest. What I did catch was that the owner had been gone for quite some time, months from the sound of it, and had decided he wasn't going to return for a while. He and Martin's brother were very good friends and had left the barge in his care, but his brother had passed on years ago. So Martin had taken over looking after the place, he became the caretaker. Moving it when it needed to be moved. Apparently, the owner had released the barge to Martin to use as he wished and so he decided would rent it out for the extra income. Martin laughed. I turned and looked at him and asked what he was laughing about. He said that the owner told him not to put the barge here, to let it dock someplace else but he said this is the best spot, they argued about it over the phone and then the owner warned him that if anything happens, to remember that he was warned. Martin laughed again. Maybe it had been the tone of the conversation that made him laugh, I thought it sounded a little odd. I took one last look around and we headed back out. He was explaining that it was in great working condition, how much the rent would be, and that he had three others already looking at it. I stopped midway on the ramp and turned to him and asked how long he had the sign up. He shrugged and said a week now. Even though I had just seen him put the sign up just before arriving here, I went along with it. He gave me his name and number if I ever changed my mind. It was dark out, I couldn't believe how late and how fast it came. I went back to the bridge. I stood up there looking down on the barge. I seen Martin leaving, I could hear him whistling. Surprisingly, it was quiet, so much I could hear the water rushing under me. I could hear music echoing from the street, I could even hear a couple laughing somewhere. I began to picture myself living here, for a short while that is or maybe for the rest of my life. Even maybe someone buying that barge from Martin or from the owner, whomever owned it now. As I began to think and imagine more on this new found concept, I headed back to my hotel. I decided to walk, it was a nice night and my path would take me by the Eiffel Tower, I would be able to take a picture on my way. Previous Card 2 .... Next Card 4 Readers: @MelissaGarza @sukkyonwanser @babysanchez1253 @KristinaCaron (TAGS: Its going to be several cards. I had originally wanted to just do one card, but decided naawwww, I'll spread it out. See what kind of response I get. So if you are interested in being tagged for this story, just hit like and I'll tag ya in the upcoming cards.)
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.)