Sunday, August 17, 2008

HOLY CRAP!

Just received a rather outstanding (but tentative, in Seoul, Korean language training built in, and the possible promise of another degree) job offer that would increase my stay in Korea.

Which I don't mind terribly, if there's plenty of vacation time to visit the two friends and 2.5 family members I still love. ;-p

OAF is down with it...

Korea, love it or leave it

Exclamation point to end that sentence, or question mark?

Heh, a nice calm weekend with the OAF erased by this mental turmoil...

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Friday, July 11, 2008

Bookshopping

Last weekend I went bookshopping with the OAF. We turned the corner and the outside of the bookstore looked like this



You attempt to go inside only to discover that the bookstore itself looks like this:


And that's not counting the upstairs storage rooms (in the same building, but separate) with the books pouring out the doors. If you look closely you will see the books outside are all tied in packets with ribbons. I am assuming that this so they can be pulled in and out of the storefront (and the storage upstairs) easily.

Out of all those books, probably 50 in English, and I bought two of them.

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Thursday, July 03, 2008

And So it begins...

Sure.. it doesn't look like much (and actually isn't), but it is the first scrawlings on the paper for Kuala Lumpur.

Gave the kiddies a big writing assignment and got bored.

With two pages of scribblings down, I feel well-started here.

;-)

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Monday, April 07, 2008

Got my copy of “Land of Exile” today from Acta Korean and I am about halfway plowed through it. The title gives the contents away, though I would also say that if this book were to get a subtitle it would be “And Collaboration.”

The “exiles” are all internal in the sense that no one is being sent to Japan or Manchuria (so far) and, in fact, some of the characters have created their own exilic states whilst still firmly planted in their traditional homes. The collaborations are also various, but so far there is at least one collaborator in each short story (and one brilliantly realized ‘career’ collaborator in Chun Kangyong’s Kapitan Ri). The stories also largely share the Korean fictional love of cycles.

But as I read the book, and the cover claims it is “the” anthology of Korean translated stories, I began to wonder if anyone in Korea could write a story that wasn’t about exile and/or collaboration? I quickly realized how idiotic/backwards that question was – “hey, over here! The white guy wants a different kind of story!” The question I should have asked myself was “how freaking big has the Japanese occupation, the civil war, and the split of the country (and the essentially dual occupation that followed) been to have had this enduring effect?”

I’m trying to think of anything comparable in a European state and coming up blank.

You probably need a small country and you probably need homogenous people. But you most certainly need something that has an impact that (quite literally) sweeps back and forth across an entire country and tears every physical and social structure to pieces. The Civil War in the US? Not so much. You could pretty much avoid that out in the Northwest and in the end the country still was what the country had been. The plague in Europe? Arguable for size of impact, maybe, but not physical destruction and psychic tearing, I think – If anyone knows of something suggesting the plague had long-term destructive effects on the socio-political layout of any European country

This gets to many thing . The “rudeness” towards strangers is beyond Confucian – but it is a sensible way to act when anyone you don’t know could be a collaborator. The relative xenophobia of Korea is also an obvious result. Even the local building style – without any pretense of permanence – seems a logical outcome of such a shattering history. I wonder how far this analysis could be pressed?

It’s like if the 49ers had ever lost a Super Bowl, but like.. almost twice that big!

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

And who is to blame?

Cho Sehui notes that one brilliance of industrial capitalism is that it is difficult to point a finger. You can identify the crack-head, but not the systematic murderer...
“They … Who can be more specific than that? One of their characteristics is that until the day they die they won’t assume responsibility for a single thing. They all have plausible alibis. … It’s also a scheme to develop you gentlemen and your successors as human capital. Gentlemen, we are not the ends, you and I. Rather, we’ve become the means without realizing it.”

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Monday, June 11, 2007

Books that never should have been writ..

Well.. more properly, headlines, for articles in the "Book Review" section of the Chronicle, which ensure I will never read the book in question..

A Bumpkin Blossoms as an Artist: A Young Girl Comes of Age as a Carpetmaker's Apprentice in 17th Century Iran

This is so clunky it is almost unbelievable. How can you throw so many idiot tropes together in one header?

If Bumpkin Blossoms are contagious in the slightest, or drive out native blossoms, I.. uh.. I hate them.

Then there is the young girl "blossoming" thing which is either cliche or right offa that porn site I was just on.

Related - the phrase "A Young Girl Comes of Age" should be retired to the "downy-blossomed cheeks" home for cliches that expired in the early Victorian Age.

The "artist" thing? Be one, don't talk about it.

Is the "Carpetmaker's Apprentice" anything like the "Sorcerer's Apprentice." More importantly, does the carpet match the drapes?

If I wanted to read about 17th Century Iran I would kill myself because I obviously had nothing better to do than enter eternity.

Perhaps the author deserves better. She did title her book "The Blood of Flowers." That's a title which gives me confidence that eating vegetables, a lot like eating meat, must be murder.

It would certainly make my veggie burger taste a bit better.

Compare that stupidity to this header on Salon for a book that is just as likely a stooopid chick-flic in print..

Lovesick girls in 17th century China wrestling for control of their destinies

Love, sickness, and hot Chinese wrasslin chicks... which one would you read?

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