Early Masters of Modern Korean Fiction
Publication Year: 1998
Published by: University of Hawai'i Press
This is a collection of Korean short fiction predating 1945. Our selection of that year as a chronological boundary is based not only on its importance in modern Korean history—it marked the liberation of Korea from Japanese colonial rule—but also on the Korean...
Few modern literatures have developed as rapidly as that of Korea. At the end of the nineteenth century many Korean writers still wrote in Chinese, the classical literary language, though the admirably precise native script, hangul, had existed since the mid-1400s...
A Society That Drives You to Drink
"A ya!" Scowling, she interrupted her solitary sewing with this weak outcry. The needle had stabbed beneath her left thumbnail. Her thumb trembled faintly and cherry-red blood appeared beneath the white nail. She quickly extracted the needle and pressed...
The Lady Barber
He took his cotton pajamas to the pawnshop and came away with a single fifty-sen silver piece. Recently minted, it had a hefty feel. As he clutched the serrated coin, he felt as if he were suddenly rid of the bothersome melancholy that had clung to his face...
A Tale of Rats
It's along about midnight of a nippy early-winter evening. All is dead quiet; surely the humans are wandering in dreamland. Yes, indeed, this is the time when rats everywhere are masters of the world...
The Rotary Press
The clock ticking above A’s head chimed once, softly. The sound drew the gaze of the small clusters of figures slumped in their chairs in front of A. Those people knew without looking that it was nine-thirty. A was relieved that it wasn’t ten o’clock, but he was...
An Idiot’s Delight
"Just like the countryside,” I said to myself as I pushed aside my newspaper and lay down in bed. It was several days after we’d arrived in Sôngbuk-dong, on the outskirts of Seoul. It wasn’t my initial sight of the dark shapes outside our door, nor...
A Ready-Made Life
President K of the newspaper stifles a yawn and buries himself deeper in his armchair. “Jobs are hard to come by around here,” he says halfheartedly. He extends his arms, looking as if he would like very much to stretch his entire body...
The Photograph and the Letter
He saw her again that day. She was sitting the same way, in the same place, as if waiting for someone. A seaside resort— She had been there the day before, and the day before that, sitting...
Mama and the Boarder
My name is Pak Ok-hui, and this year I’ll be six years old. There’s just two of us in my family—me and my mother, who’s the prettiest woman in the whole wide world. Woops—I almost left out my uncle. He’s in middle school, and what with him...
A Descendant of the Hwarang
It was last autumn when I first met Hwang Chinsa. I had finished breakfast and was about to leave for a walk in the hills when my uncle called me from his room. “How would you like to tag along with me...
My wife ain’t the type you look at and say, “Hey, she’s pretty!” That is, unless you’re plumb skirt crazy. I mean, I live with her, and I could look at her through the rosiest-colored glasses and she’s still not the least bit pretty. But you know, there’s more to a skirt than...
When the Buckwheat Blooms
Every peddler who made the rounds of the countryside markets knew that business was never any good in the summer. And on this particular day, the marketplace in Pongp’yông was already deserted, though the sun was still high in the sky; its heat, seeping...
My grandfather was approaching eighty and my sister was only seven when I left home. After six months in Seoul I returned to visit them. The previous year, the Russo-Japanese War had erupted and the first battle had taken place near my hometown. Grandfather...
The Haunted House
The house was supposed to be haunted. But at the time I had no idea. Clad in my simple traditional jacket and sheltered by an umbrella, I clutched the hand of an elderly realtor as he strode along in front of me, crossed a creek that had...
The Barbershop Boy
Min Chusa was not pleased with the face that greeted him in the mirror. The gray that was less noticeable when his hair was shaggy (the irony of this had not escaped him) seemed for some...
In the beginning there was an idiot who couldn’t tell right from left, And now, a hundred generations later, Invalids cursed by heaven proliferate among his hapless descendants...
Once again young Yu saw a fresh pile of trampled-down dung where the mule had been tied up next to his house the previous night. And once again he reminded himself it was high time he gave the owner a piece of his mind and stopped him from bringing the...
Publication Year: 1998
OCLC Number: 45728179
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