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The Man Who Only Lives Today A review of Keum Jungyun’s novel: Ego Music: A Paradise for Dogs (Seoul Saenghwal, 2015) Keum Jungyun. Seoulite. Professional book critic. Quoter. Dog lover. Has written two books. Analrealist. Translated by Beth Hong “All novels with dogs are masterpieces. No matter how messed up it gets in the middle, if
Quote–Text Kang Dong Ho. Critic. Analrealist. Translated by Beth Hong In 1971, Roland Barthes attempted a systemic approach in outlining the conceptual difference between work and text in a short article “From Work to Text.” His concept of text, described in a total of six categories (methodology, genre, symbol, plurality, genealogy, reading, and pleasure), was
Epilogue: A Trip to New Zealand Jeong Jidon Translated by Suhyun J. Ahn It was Wednesday. I heard my father talking to my mother by chance. “Get Ready. We will be off to New Zealand on Saturday.” So I prepared for it. I rummaged through the books about New Zealand at the school library and
In Issue 5, we will continue to introduce this frisky yet skillful spirit by featuring the genres we have never published before: a novella and literary criticism.
The Man Who Became a Flamingo (1) Oh Han Ki. Novelist. Analrealist Translated by Beth Hong I Flamingo. Ever since I started to become that red animal, I have been forgetting human language little by little. This may be the last thing I write in human language. Thankfully, as I am recording my thoughts, there
Read “The Man Who Became a Flamingo (1)” The Man Who Became a Flamingo (2) Oh Han Ki. Novelist. Analrealist Translated by Beth Hong and Archana Madhavan Diary If anyone is listening, I keep telling the secret. It’s a strange experience, but it doesn’t make me as apprehensive as I have imagined. There’s another
Read “The Man Who Became a Flamingo (2)” The Man Who Became a Flamingo (3) Oh Han Ki. Novelist. Analrealist Translated by Archana Madhavan Winchester The name’s Winchester. Winchester Rifle. Call me the Hound. That’s what everyone else does. Humans gave me that nickname ’cause my barrel’s long like the head of a Greyhound.