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A Visit With Hwang Sun-wŏn
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17839 |
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BOOK WORLD
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3 / 1990 |
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J. Martin Holman
J Martin Holman is a professor in East Asian studies at
Vanderbilt University. He is the editor and translator of
Shadows of a Sound and The Book of Masks, collections of
Hwang Sun Won's later stories by Korean author Yun Heung Gil.
His other translations include The Old Capital and Palm-of-
the-Hand Stories by Japanese Nobel laureate Yasunari
Kawabata. He taught Japanese and Korean literature at
Wakayama University near Osaka, Japan. |
I arrive at Hwang Sun-wŏn's apartment with tears in my eyes.
I had emerged from Chongryangri station in northeastern Seoul in the midst of an antigovernment demonstration. Riot police were firing tear gas canisters into the street, and I had pushed my way through the seemingly as yet unconcerned crowd, trying to stay ahead of the gas. When I arrive, I stumble into the elevator, snorting and sniffing all the way to the fourteenth floor.
Hwang Sun-wŏn and his wife have lived in this apartment with their son and his family since the spring of1988, when a sudden illness made it difficult for Hwang to remain in Anyang, a small city located southwest of Seoul--on the opposite side of this metropolis of ten million people--and far from Kyunghee University, where Hwang still teaches. In Anyang, Hwang had lived at the foot of Mount Kwanak. He had regularly hiked the mountain to collect pure spring water - yaksu (medical water) - which he served to his guests from an old gin bottle.
He looks more chipper than when we last met a few months earlier. He welcomes me with his hearty "Anyong haseyo" and shows me into the living room. Hwang's cordial nature is one of his trademarks; an official at the Korean Culture and Arts Foundation in Seoul, an organization that promotes Korean literature both at home and abroad, once remarked that Hwang is one of the few men of his age and stature who takes the time to acknowledge the greetings of "lesser begins."
Explaining the cause of my bleary eyes, I ask if there are often demonstrations nearby. He answers that
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