![]() ![]() He seemed younger than in the photo, his cheeks less hollow. ![]() ![]() He handed me his passport so I could do it for him. I gave him a registration form to fill in. Somewhat impatiently, he asked me in English if he could stay for a few days while he looked around for something else. He looked straight through me, without seeing me. He put his suitcase down at my feet and pulled off his hat. Elisa Shua Dusapin's voice is distinctive and unmistakable. As she's pulled into his vision and taken in by his drawings, she strikes upon a way to finally be seen.Īn exquisitely-crafted debut, which won the Prix Robert Walser, Winter in Sokcho is a novel about shared identities and divided selves, vision and blindness, intimacy and alienation. But he takes no interest in the Sokcho she knows―the gaudy neon lights, the scars of war, the fish market where her mother works. When she agrees to accompany him on trips to discover an "authentic" Korea, they visit snowy mountaintops and dramatic waterfalls, and cross into North Korea. One evening, an unexpected guest arrives: a French cartoonist determined to find inspiration in this desolate landscape. A young French Korean woman works as a receptionist in a tired guesthouse. Bodies are red and raw, the fish turn venomous, beyond the beach guns point out from the North's watchtowers. ![]()
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