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explains, “because they always change.” The structure of Human
INTR
INTRODUCTION
ODUCTION Acts, which requires multiple different narrators, narration
from beyond the grave, and the use of the second-person
BRIEF BIOGRAPHY OF HAN KANG
perspective, is rooted in some important modernist and post-
Han Kang was born in Gwangju, South Korea, less than two modernist techniques. The shift in narration is a device perhaps
decades after the end of the Korean War (and just 10 years most frequently associated with William Faulkner (in books like
before the events of the novel). Han’s father, Han Seung-won, As I Lay Dying and Absalom, Absalom), while the use of the
was a celebrated novelist in the 1950s and 1960s who worked second-person perspective is a favorite narrative technique of
as a creative writing teacher in Gwangju before moving with his Italian writer Italo Calvino.
family to Seoul in late 1979. It was during Han’s high school and
college years in Seoul that she started to follow in her father’s
KEY FACTS
footsteps, writing poetry and her debut novel, A Love of Yeosu
(1995). After achieving widespread popularity in Korea, Han • Full Title: Human Acts
rose to international fame with her novel The V Vegetarian
egetarian, • When Written: 2013–2016
written in 2007 and translated to English in 2016, when it won • Where Written: Seoul, South Korea
the Man Booker prize. Han, who also works as a musician,
• When Published: 2016
sculptor, and non-fiction essayist, currently lives and teaches
writing in Seoul. • Literary Period: Contemporary
• Genre: Novel
HISTORICAL CONTEXT • Setting: Gwangju, South Korea
In 1979, South Korean military dictator Park Chung-hee was • Climax: Dong-ho, only in middle school, is killed by South
assassinated. A few months later, on May 17, 1980, Park’s Korean soldiers while trying to peacefully surrender.
mentee Chun Doo-hwan seized power in a military coup, • Antagonist: President Chun Doo-hwan and his military
declaring martial law. In the days before and after this coup, government
students at Chonnam National University in Gwangju staged • Point of View: Various
city-wide, non-violent protests against Doo-hwan’s reign
(known collectively as “the Gwangju uprising,” or the “May 18 EXTRA CREDIT
democratic uprising”). Chun Doo-hwan’s crackdown on these
Literary Lineage. In addition to her father Han Seung-won, Han
protests was swift and brutal, as two army battalions arrived on
Kang’s brother Han Dong-rim has also had a successful career
planes and tanks to silence the activists. Hundreds of civilians
as a writer. And in living up to her father’s literary legacy, Han
were killed, thousands more were injured, and the very phrase
has also snagged many of the same prizes her father won
“5:18 Democratic Uprising” was criminalized. Han’s novel
decades earlier, including the prestigious Yin Sang and Kim
focuses on these weeks in May 1980 when young people rose
Tong-ni literary awards.
up and were massacred, but it also deals with the
reverberations of the 5:18 protests throughout history. In
2013, when Han began to write Human Acts, South Korea was It's All Greek to Me. In Human Acts, Han is fascinated and
being forced to once again grapple with the implications of the horrified by the powers of censorship and forced silence—but
Gwangju uprising, as Park Chung-hee’s daughter Park Geun- interestingly, Han’s most recent novel Greek Lessons, published
hye assumed the presidency (until she was impeached in 2017). in 2023, follows a woman whose silence originates from within.
When the protagonist mysteriously loses her ability to speak,
she decides to study ancient Greek, hoping that the rarely
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spoken language will teach her to find meaning in silence.
Han frequently cites modernist Korean poets Lim-Chul Woo
and Yi Sang as stylistic influences. She also sees Russian
novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky as an important inspiration, PL
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perhaps because Dostoevsky, like Han, demonstrates a
willingness to bring readers into his characters’ sense of grief It’s May 1980, and Dong-ho is a middle-schooler living in
and dislocation. Having been raised by a prominent author, Gwangju, a city on the southern tip of South Korea. Almost by
however, Han finds herself consistently drawn to new plots and accident, Dong-ho has become involved in the student protests
forms: “it isn’t easy for me to namecheck favorite writers,” she against military dictator Chun Doo-hwan. Alongside fellow
CANDLES
Throughout Han Kang’s novel Human Acts, candles QUO
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symbolize the souls of the dead. Early on, when he
Note: all page numbers for the quotes below refer to the
is still working at the Provincial Office, Dong-ho implores Jin-su
Hogarth edition of Human Acts published in 2017.
to get candles for all the corpses, hoping to honor the dead (and
eliminate the smell of decay). Moreover, though Dong-ho does
not explicitly make the connection, the appearance of a candle’s
flickering flame also reminds him of his grandmother’s death,
when “something”—which he later reflects must have been her
soul—“seemed to flutter up from her face, like a bird escaping.”
As the story progresses, characters like Jeong-dae and Jin-su
will echo this belief in the soul as a “fluttering” thing, impossible
to touch yet tangibly present. In the final moments of the novel,
the writer, having traveled to Dong-ho’s grave, lights a candle
for the murdered young boy, just as Dong-ho used to do for the
murdered protestors back in 1980. As the candle flames, the
writer notes its “wavering outline, fluttering like a bird’s
is not Dong-ho’s family but the group of protestors that has now feels these “translucent” souls around him. A candle is
become a different sort of family to Dong-ho. And though one form of memory, this literary framing seems to suggest,
many of the other young activists are near-total strangers but the novel itself can be another one.
to Dong-ho, he now chooses to stay with this group rather
than go home, choosing his sense of commitment to the
crowd over comfort, safety, and even love for his family. Chapter 2: The Boy’s Friend, 1980 Quotes
Burning my tongue on a steamed potato my sister gave
me, blowing on it hastily and juggling it in my mouth.
Bending down to remove the cloth, your gaze is arrested Flesh of a watermelon grainy as sugar, the glistening black
by the sight of the translucent candle wax creeping down seeds I didn’t bother to pick out.
below the bluish flame.
Racing back to the house where my sister was waiting, my
How long do souls linger by the side of their bodies? jacket zipped up over a parcel of chrysanthemum bread, feet
Do they really flutter away like some kind of bird? Is that what entirely numb with cold, the bread blazing hot against my heart.
trembles the edges of the candle flame? Yearning to be taller.
To be able to do forty push-ups in a row.
Related Characters: Dong-ho, Jeong-dae
For the time when I would hold a woman in my arms.
Related Themes:
Related Characters: Jeong-dae (speaker), Jeong-mi
Related Symbols:
Related Themes:
Page Number: 46
Page Number: 59
Explanation and Analysis
Explanation and Analysis
Earlier, Dong-ho reflected on the “fluttering,” bird-like
presence that seemed to fly away from his grandmother’s In the present, Jeong-dae’s floating soul looks on as his
body when she died. Now, as he studies the corpses of murdered, mutilated body languishes in a pile of other
people the state soldiers killed, he wonders if these bodies corpses. As he tries to distract himself from his horrifying
have similarly “fluttering” souls, looking down with shock at reality, Jeong-dae finds solace in quotidian memories: of
their brutalized “bodies.” eating too quickly and burning his tongue, of rushing home
through the rain. These little recollections of normal
To some extent, this is a dismaying thought—as Jeong-dae
physical discomfort have paradoxically now become
will learn in the next chapter, there is nothing more
comforting, reminding Jeong-dae of a time when his body
terrifying than being forced to “linger” long enough to come
could fuel him rather than merely tethering his soul to this
to terms with one’s own bodily vulnerability. But there is
awful place.
also something resilient and expansive in Dong-ho’s belief
that death does not necessarily mean the complete First, then, this passage suggests that memory can be
destruction of a person’s individual self. In conflating the rejuvenating, providing emotional sustenance even when
“flutter[ing]” soul with the forces that “trembles the edges the body itself fails to work. Second, in remembering his
of the candle flame,” Dong-ho ascribes power and presence “yearning to be taller” and his craving to “hold a woman” in
to those who have been murdered. Moreover, if souls come his arms, Jeong-dae’s musings here get at the impossible
back as candle flames, they can provide solace to those who tragedy of a childhood cut short. Jeong-dae’s desires to
survive them, warming and lighting the earth even in have the standard experiences of adolescence—to grow
moments of great pain. And importantly, the poetic framing physically and experientially, to do push-ups and have
of the soul as a “flutter[ing] candle flame” foreshadows sex—can never be realized without a living body. And so the
some of the novel’s most frequently occurring symbolism. novel demonstrates that a child’s death holds two endings:
the loss of the life the child had already lived, and the loss of
Lastly, it is worth noting the second-person narration that
the life the child still had in front of him.
Han has chosen for Dong-ho’s chapter. By putting readers
so firmly in the perspective of its soon-to-be-murdered
young boy, the novel ensures that its audience must feel
Dong-ho’s “trembl[ing]” in their own minds just as Dong-ho
The man’s fingernails shred Eun-sook’s skin, while his force thing that isolates Eun-sook—she is a “tiny island,” unable to
simultaneously bruises her beneath her flesh, “burst[ing] cross the seas of the censors’ ink-roller.
the capillaries” deep in her cheek. Violence at this scale and It is especially telling that Eun-sook frames this censorship
frequency, the narrative seems to suggest, makes those who as a form of almost murderous violence—the meaning has
experience it more aware of how their bodies function—and been “charred out of existence,” “burned” and “left to
of how easily that functioning can be disrupted. blacken.” In the right hands, Eun-sook knows, language can
be a powerful tool of protest and unity. But pens and ink-
rollers can also be metaphorically (and, later, literally)
Her initial impression is that the pages have been burned. weaponized. After all, if Chun knows that words can contest
They’ve been thrown onto a fire and left to blacken […] his brutal power, he will try to exert his brutal power over
words, erasing even the most abstracted forms of dissent.
More than half of the sentences in the ten-page introduction
have been scored through. In the thirty or so pages following,
this percentage rises so that the vast majority of sentences
have aligned through them. From around the fifth page onward, As she silently chewed the grains of rice, it occurred to her,
perhaps because drawing a line had become too labor- as it had before, that there was something shameful about
intensive, entire pages have been blacked out, presumably eating. Gripped by this familiar shame, she thought of the dead,
using an ink roller […] for whom the absence of life meant they would never be
She recalls sentences roughly darned and patched, places hungry again. But life still lingered on for her, with hunger still a
where the forms of words can just about be made out in yoke around her neck. It was that which had tormented her for
paragraphs that had been otherwise expunged. You. I. That. the past five years—that she could still feel hunger, still salivate
Perhaps. Precisely. Everything. You. Why. Gaze. Your eyes. Near and at the sight of food.
far. That. Vividly. Now. A little more. Vaguely. Why did you.
Remember? Gasping for breath in these interstices, tiny islands Related Characters: Dong-ho, Jeong-dae, Eun-sook,
among language charred out of existence. President Chun Doo-hwan
Related Themes:
Related Characters: Eun-sook, President Chun Doo-hwan
Page Number: 86
Related Themes:
Explanation and Analysis
Related Symbols: Though five years have passed since the 1980 Gwangju
massacre, each of Eun-sook’s days continues to be shaped
Page Number: 80 by the horrors she witnessed there. Fascinatingly, while the
Explanation and Analysis characters themselves do not have the language of
“survivor’s guilt,” that is what Eun-sook feels here: she finds
As someone who works at a publishing house in the early
“eating,” the most basic act of survival, to be “shameful”
years of Chun Doo-hwan’s regime, Eun-sook is used to
when so many are dead (meaning they will “never be hungry
turning all new manuscripts over to state censors, who are
again”). Eun-sook’s question each time she craves food,
then supposed to cross out any words or phrases they see
clearly hinted at but unspoken, is why she deserves to have
as seditious. But when she delivers this collection of newly
life “linger on” while Dong-ho and others like him, even
translated plays (the same collection she was slapped for),
younger than she was, do not.
the censors have gone much further, censoring so much of
the text that its meaning is nullified. It is telling that when Yet even as Eun-sook despairs at the “yoke” of hunger
Eun-sook returns to the text, she can only find sentence around her neck, it is also important that her body wants
fragments. The words that might hint at grief and mourning her to survive even if her mind does not. She can still
(“near and far,” “your eyes”) now are reduced to “salivate” at the sight of food, suggesting an instinctual
meaninglessness; though the plays ask their readers to excitement that Chun’s violence has yet to fully quash. And
“remember,” the censors have erased any narrative that if she has any sort of will to live, Eun-sook will later discover,
could require remembrance. Therefore, instead of being a then she can also use her still-working body—still “hungry,”
tool of communication, language now becomes one more still “chew[ing]”—to honor and fight for those who can no
Lastly, there are two notable moments of foreshadowing in Once more, this passage highlights—albeit from a scholarly
this passage. First, the image of Dong-ho’s “quiver[ing]” perspective rather than a personal one—the way that being
eyelids echoes the “fluttering” language the book uses often part of a crowd erases individual selfhood. Seen through
to describe human souls, suggesting that in making this this lens, the piecemeal structure of the novel makes sense:
decision, Dong-ho is already transitioning to the afterlife. by focusing on one character at a time, author Han is
returning individuality to those who have, at least
he recalls feeling, while noble, was also irrational—almost spent their last moments longing for.
“terrifying[ly]” so. Even as the narrator’s reflections testify
to the amazing bravery of the young protestors in the 5:18
uprising, then, it also gestures towards the naivety of a
At that moment, I realized what all this was for. The words
crowd, the sense that as the crowd’s strength pumps “into”
that this torture and starvation were intended to elicit. We
each person’s body, that person’s ability to make their own
will make you realize how ridiculous it was, the lot of you waving the
decisions gets pumped out.
national flag and singing the national anthem. We will prove to you
that you are nothing but filthy, stinking bodies. That you are no
better than the carcasses of starving animals.
Kids crouching beneath the windows, fumbling with their
[…] Watery discharge and sticky puss, foul saliva, blood, tears
guns and complaining that they were hungry, asking if it
and snot, piss and shit that soiled your pants. That was all that
was OK for them to quickly run back and fetch the sponge cake
was left to me. No, that was what I myself had been reduced to.
and Fanta they'd left in the conference room; what could they
I was nothing but the sum of those parts. The lump of rotting
possibly have known about death that would have enabled
meat from which they oozed was the only “me” there was.
them to make such a choice?
narrator puts it, once the torturers have seized his meaning chipped,” metaphorically and literally. This passage thus
away from him, they have also taken his entire sense of adds one more layer to the novel’s overall concern with
himself as a “me.” bodily vulnerability, acknowledging the force of biology
while suggesting that true life force comes from something
beyond one’s cells.
Looking at that boy's life, Jin-su said, what is this thing we call
a soul? Just some nonexistent idea? Or something that might
as well not exist? Or no, is it like a kind of glass? Glass is transparent, I heard a story about one of the Korean army platoons that
right? And fragile. That's the fundamental nature of glass. And that's fought in Vietnam. How they forced the women, children,
why objects that are made of glass have to be handled with care. and elderly of one particular village into the main hall, and then
After all, if they end up smashed or cracked or chipped, then they're burned it to the ground. Some of those who claim to slaughter
good for nothing, right, you just have to chuck them away. us did so with the memory of those previous times, when
committing such actions and wartime had won them a
Before, we used to have a kind of glass that couldn't be broken. A
handsome reward. It happened in Gwangju just as it did on Jeju
truth so hard and clear it might as well have been made of glass. So
Island, […] in Bosnia, and all across the American continent
when you think about it, it was only when we were shattered that
when it was still known as the new world, with such a uniform
we proved we had souls. Though what we really were was humans
brutality it's as though it is imprinted in our genetic code. I
made of glass.
never let myself forget that every single person I meet is a
member of this human race.
Related Characters: Jin-su, The Narrator (speaker), Dong- […] So tell me, professor, what answers do you have for me?
ho, Yeong-chae You, a human being just like me.
Related Themes:
Related Characters: The Narrator (speaker), Eun-sook, The
Page Number: 130 Professor/Yoon
suggests that she is fully possessed of her senses. She central “you” of the novel—not only in content but in form.
knows that this boy in 2010 has a different haircut, that he And while the poems Dong-ho might have written will never
lacks Dong-ho’s signature backpack; even as she assures be seen, the prose he inspired can now reach readers all
herself that this boy is Dong-ho, readers can sense the over the world.
overcompensation in phrases like “it had to be you” and “it
was definitely you.” More than just missing Dong-ho, it
seems, his mother is trying to manifest him, as if by longing Epilogue: The Writer, 2013 Quotes
for him with all her might she can create his presence.
There was something meek and gentle about those single-
Finally, after Seon-ju’s shifting use of second-person lidded half-moon eyes. The traces of infancy still lingered in the
perspective and the tell-tale word “you,” it is worth nothing soft line of his jaw. It was a face so utterly ordinary you could
how consistently Dong-ho’s mother addresses her words to easily have mistaken it for that of another, a face whose
her son. By having Dong-ho’s mother speak exclusively to characteristics would be forgotten the moment you turned
Dong-ho himself, Han once again emphasizes how squarely away from it.
this woman has devoted the remainder of her life to her
murdered child.
Related Characters: The Writer (speaker), Dong-ho, Eun-
sook, Seon-ju, Dong-ho’s Mother
“I don’t like summer but I like summer nights”: that was Related Themes:
something you came out with the year you turned eight. I
liked the sound of those words, and I remember thinking to Page Number: 198
myself, he’ll be a poet. Times when you three boys sat out on the
Explanation and Analysis
bench in the yard, sharing watermelon with your father on hot
summer nights. When your tongue groped for the sticky sweet To research an upcoming book about the 5:18 uprising, the
remnants smeared around your mouth. writer—a close stand-in for the novel’s author Han
Kang—returns to her hometown of Gwangju, where she
visits the 5:18 Research Institute. This real place, a public
Related Characters: Dong-ho’s Mother (speaker), Dong- museum that focuses on the horrors that happened in May
ho, Jeong-dae, The Middle Brother, Dong-ho’s Father of 1980, features pictures and videos of many of those
killed in the massacre. In the story, one of these pictures
Related Themes:
appears to be of Dong-ho, with his youthful features (“the
Page Number: 189 traces of infancy” that “still lingered in the soft line of his
jaw”) and his gentle gaze.
Explanation and Analysis Fascinatingly, however, the writer does not emphasize the
Recently widowed and still desperately missing her son, traits that make young Dong-ho distinct. Instead, she
Dong-ho’s mother has created a morning ritual: she traces describes his physical appearance as “utterly ordinary,” the
her finger over Dong-ho’s school ID and recalls her favorite exact same words Eun-sook used to describe the brutal
memories with him, separating his life as much as possible interrogator. There is nothing about Dong-ho that
from the 1980 state violence that killed him. Here, Dong- suggested he would behave with such incredible
ho’s mother remembers Dong-ho biting into a juicy selflessness and bravery—he possessed no physical
watermelon, when his body could still metabolize food and “characteristics” that indicate he would play such a
find delight in it. The memory signals Dong-ho’s youth—he memorable role in history. Yet just as Eun-sook’s chapter
loved “sticky sweet” things, it seems, whether that was emphasized that “utterly ordinary” people could be capable
watermelon or Sprite or sponge cake. It also recalls his of great cruelty under one set of circumstances, the writer’s
friendship with Jeong-dae, who loved watermelon. reflection here shows that even the most seemingly
But perhaps most importantly, this reflection frames Dong- “forgettable” person can rise to an occasion in unforgettable
ho as a budding “poet.” If Dong-ho loved the “sound” of ways. And though Dong-ho’s face might blur if the writer
words, playing with language even as an eight-year-old boy, turns away from it, she—like Eun-sook and Seon-ju and
then a well-crafted novel is the perfect container for his Dong-ho’s mother before her—will never let themselves
memorial. Each moment of stylization in Human Acts, each “turn away.”
instance of literary flair, thus pays tribute to Dong-ho—the
Earlier that morning, Dong-ho asked how many coffins they Just as Dong-ho is swept up in the chaos of these protests, readers
would have to arrange today. It is Dong-ho’s job to keep a are dislocated, too, given little information about why these corpses
record of who is in each coffin and to record which bodies have are being killed or who Dong-ho is working for. But the steadily
been memorialized and which have yet to receive a “group increasing number of coffins suggests that the situation is getting
memorial service.” Yesterday, Dong-ho had to record 28 bodies. worse, not better.
Now, he is told to expect 30 coffins.
The rest of the older students working in the Provincial Office Dong-ho is still pre-pubescent, but now, it becomes obvious that
have gone to the group funeral, but Dong-ho stays behind. even the people in charge of this protest movement are not much
From a distance, he hears the funeral-goers sing the strains of older. Dong-ho’s longing for his family’s backyard speaks to his
the national anthem, and he starts to sing along. The word longing for normalcy, while the impending rain adds to the
“splendid” in the anthem makes Dong-ho think of the protestors’ sense of foreboding.
hollyhocks in his family’s backyard, and he closes his eyes to
picture them more carefully. When he opens his eyes, the trees
are blowing in the wind—but no rain has yet fallen.
Dong-ho hears the funeral-goers observe a moment of silence. Over and over again, the characters must contend with the physical
He, too, is silent for a minute, before he heads into the gym realities of death—the scents and sights of decomposition loom
where the coffins are being stored. The smell makes him large, and the speed with which human lives become smelly corpses
nauseous, even though there is a scented candle placed by is both an unignorable fact and an important symbol of the state’s
every body to try and mask the odor. The most mangled bodies violation.
are covered by sheets, though occasionally people will uncover
the corpses in order to identify them.
Dong-ho is always startled, when he pulls back the cloth, by Though the scale of the violence has necessitated group funerals,
how quickly bodies compose. There is one corpse, a young certain details—like the precision of this girl’s pedicured toes—help
woman’s body, which particularly “stuns” him: there are stab preserve individuality even in the face of mass death. It is also worth
wounds all down her face and breasts, and her toes, perfectly noting the gendered nature of this violence, a specific threat that
pedicured, have swollen to triple the normal size. Dong-ho will recur for several of the novel’s female protestors.
lights a new set of candles, trying his best to ignore the stink.
The first time Dong-ho came into contact with these bodies, Initially, this makeshift moratorium Dong-ho is working in might
they were still being stored in the Provincial Office, having not have seemed somewhat official to readers. Now, however, it is
yet been moved to the gym. He had wandered into the Office evident just how slapdash these efforts are. With a sudden
and seen two young women there, drenched in sweat with their onslaught of killing and no infrastructure to handle the dead bodies,
faces masked. Dong-ho explained that he had come to see a young people like Dong-ho and these two women in masks have had
friend, yet when he looked at the line of unidentified bodies, to come together to fill in the bureaucratic gaps. The friend Dong-ho
Dong-ho was not able to find his loved one. The two young is talking about will later be revealed to be Jeong-dae.
women suggested that the friend might still be alive, but Dong-
ho was certain his friend had been killed, having heard from
one of his neighbors.
One of the women, still in a school uniform, cleaned the body of The use of second-person narration here (“you became”) is
a young man whose throat has been sliced with a bayonet. As important: it both places readers in Dong-ho’s shoes and reframes
she worked, she invited Dong-ho to join them, helping them the whole story as something that is being written to Dong-ho, as if
deal with the crush of corpses. “From that day on,” Dong-ho the book is a letter (or even a eulogy) rather than a novel.
reflects, “you became part of the team.”
The two women, Dong-ho learns, are Seon-ju and Eun-sook. Though Dong-ho, Eun-sook, and Seon-ju are all teenagers, they are
Eun-sook is in her final year of high school, while Seon-ju works almost instinctively committed to helping each other, forming a
in a dressmaker’s shop. Both had rushed to the Provincial joint barrier against the atrocities going on outside the Provincial
Office to give blood to the wounded. But when they realized Office doors.
how confused and understaffed the Office was, they stepped
in, helping to clean, categorize, and cover the corpses.
Dong-ho is only in his third year at middle school, and he is Again, the narration juxtaposes Dong-ho’s bravery and
small for his age: he always sits in the front row of class, and competence—he immediately leaps into action in this urban
puberty has not yet lowered his voice. Jin-su, the quiet, “almost graveyard of sorts—with his youthful innocence. The mention of Jin-
feminine” leader of the Provincial Office volunteers, was su’s femininity, which will later shape his treatment at the hands of
initially surprised that a boy so young as Dong-ho would want soldiers, again foreshadows the gendered expression of so much of
to work here. But Dong-ho persisted, keeping a ledger of all of the soldiers’ cruelty.
the bodies and helping mourning families identify their loved
ones.
When Dong-ho poses this question to Eun-sook, she assures Even as dictator Chun Doo-hwan and his soldiers enact
him that the soldiers are only acting on orders from their immeasurable pain, Eun-sook and others (like Yeong-chae in a later
superiors and that they do not truly represent the nation. But chapter) maintain their love for South Korea. Rather than framing
as Dong-ho listens to people sing the anthem over and over protest as dissident, then, the novel suggests that activism can be
again, he cannot overcome this dissidence, nor does he feel any intensely patriotic—that “the nation” can be made and remade by
closer to understanding “what the nation really was.” the kinds of crowds within it.
When the Provincial Office started filling up with bodies, Dong- Dong-ho’s instinct to move the corpses outside reflects both his
ho tried to move some of the corpses outside. When Jin-su saw eagerness to help and his naivety. The “still-adolescent” gingko tree,
this, he immediately worried about what would happen if it which will be cut down by the story’s end, also symbolizes Dong-
rained. Jin-su then got a group of men to take the bodies in a ho’s own youthful state.
truck, moving them from the Office into the gym. Dong-ho
remembers watching the truck arrive as he played with the
branches of a “still-adolescent gingko tree.”
Soon after Jin-su transported the bodies to the gym, some It is important to note how practical and competent Jin-su is in the
grieving families began decorating each coffin with a framed early days of the Gwangju uprising; though his time in jail will
picture; some also started using empty Fanta bottles as vases eventually leave him broken and dissolute, this first encounter with
and candleholders. It was Dong-ho who came up with the idea an almost impossibly in-control Jin-su makes that contrast
of getting candles for every corpse, and Jin-su—like especially stark. The fact that Dong-ho chooses candles as a way to
always—was able to immediately turn this thought into a honor and cope with death will take on great symbolic importance
reality. as the narrative progresses.
Now, they have gotten into a routine. In the morning, people The extent of the killing necessitates that Dong-ho, Eun-sook, and
bring in bodies who have passed away while being treated at Seon-ju take an almost business-like approach to this horrific
the hospital. In the evening, people bring in bodies of people violence: they develop shifts and routines, replacing the traditions of
the soldiers have shot in the suburbs. Seon-ju and Eun-sook a graveyard with those of a corporate “convention.” Yet even as the
frequently have to stuff spilling intestines back inside protestors try to mentally adjust to this death, the physical reality is
stomachs, which causes Seon-ju to have nosebleeds and Eun- so gruesome that organizers like Eun-sook and Seon-ju struggle with
sook to vomit. Dong-ho still manages the ledger, silently it on an almost cellular level.
recording the bodies. As he does so, he reflects that dead look
like they have gathered for a “convention.”
The protestor’s mention of bloodshed makes Dong-ho’s chest The question of afterlife—and particularly the question of whether
tighten. He thinks back to his grandmother’s death a few people have tangible souls—will become a major one in the novel,
months ago. In life, his grandmother had been quiet and kind, especially as those who survive Dong-ho mourn the young boy. It is
sneaking Dong-ho pastries from her pantry. Her death was especially worth noting the language Dong-ho here uses to
similarly quiet—“something seemed to flutter up from her face,” conceptualize what such a soul might look like. To Dong-ho, the soul
and then she was gone. Dong-ho finds himself wondering is bird-like and “flutter[ing]”: it is present, delicate, and not quite
where this fluttering thing could have gone. He doesn’t believe tangible.
in heaven or hell, or in the scary stories of ghosts he hears at
school.
Suddenly, it starts to pour, and the cold and drenching rain In the “other world” Dong-ho craves, his anxieties and
makes Dong-ho think of the tears of souls. As the trees bend to preoccupations would be radically different: he could be stressed
the rain, Dong-ho thinks about what his life might look like if about tests rather than about senseless, seemingly random violence.
“that other world continued”—it would be time for midterms Yet even as his world changes, Dong-ho’s youthful curiosity persists
now. But last week, when Dong-ho went out to buy a study as he wonders about why it rains and tries to snag some extra
book, he instead watched as a couple, seemingly newlyweds, studying time.
were murdered on their way to church. Even in the memory,
Dong-ho cannot fully reconstruct how it happened. The
violence feels like “too much to process.”
Eun-sook returns to the gym, pulling Dong-ho out of his Dong-ho’s hunger for the sweet sponge cake and yogurt speaks both
reverie. She gives him a sponge cake and yogurt, explaining that to his childish preferences and to the fact that he is still very much a
the aunties at the protest were handing some food out. As growing boy. Dong-ho’s sudden self-consciousness about how he
Dong-ho eats, ravenous, Eun-sook tries to persuade him to might smell further gets at his pubescent mindset.
return home and get some rest. Dong-ho feels self-conscious:
he hasn’t showered in a while, and he knows he stinks of sweat
and the stench of the corpses.
Eun-sook announces that the soldiers are coming back tonight: The characters in the novel all know what physical, embodied death
“if you go home,” she warns, “stay there.” As Dong-ho looks at looks like. But the hollowness in Eun-sook’s eyes also suggests that
her, with her furrowed brow and her hollowed eyes, he trauma can mutate the soul (again described as “fluttering”) in more
wonders where the “fluttering” soul resides while people are subtle ways, squashing and contorting the life force of those still
still alive. Dong-ho wolfs down another yogurt. living.
Dong-ho’s mother is convinced that his friend Jeong-dae is at Dong-ho’s insistence on staying at the Office despite his parents’
the hospital, not here. Dong-ho’s mother and brothers—the warnings poses a crucial question: is Dong-ho being impossibly
oldest brother at school in Seoul, the middle brother trying to brave or impossibly naïve? And even though this section of the
pass his exams—are terrified that Dong-ho is dealing with these narrative stays close in Dong-ho’s perspective, even he does not
corpses. They are worried Dong-ho will be killed. Yesterday, seem clear about how truly cognizant he is of the risks he is taking.
they tried to persuade him to come home. But Dong-ho
refuses, insisting no one will kill him for taking notes.
The rain has stopped. Dong-ho reflects on the lie he told Eun- The fact that Dong-ho initially lied about the circumstances of
sook and Seon-ju—it wasn’t a neighbor who had seen Jeong- Jeong-dae’s death suggests that he feels some measure of guilt; after
dae die. Dong-ho thinks back to that day: he and Jeong-dae are all, he survived this first round of shooting while his equally young
at a protest together when soldiers, hidden, start firing at friend did not. This guilt then becomes an important driving force
protestors from the rooftops. Dong-ho takes cover, but Jeong- for Dong-ho’s decision to risk his life at the Office. The image of
dae is toppled. Seeing his friend on the ground, wearing the trackpants—which is part of the middle-school boys’ gym
same blue trackpants that he himself has on, Dong-ho tries to uniforms—will come to symbolize both Dong-ho’s youth and the
rush to him. But before he can do so, the soldiers shoot another almost brotherly friendship he shared with Jeong-dae.
mourner, so Dong-ho stays where he is.
It takes 10 minutes for the shooting to stop long enough for While Dong-ho is wracked with guilt merely for witnessing his
Dong-ho and others to make their escape. While they walk, the friend’s death, the soldiers actually doing the killing seem to feel no
soldiers methodically pick up and disposed of the bodies. such remorse. Dong-ho’s cheerful family life makes the reality of the
Keeping his eyes on the ground, Dong-ho hurries home, violence seem even more shocking.
heading straight to the terrace in the back of the house. It is all
Dong-ho can do to keep himself together when Dong-ho’s
father asks for a back massage.
At last, Dong-ho is able to escape to his room, where he curls First, despite his bravery in the protests, Jeong-dae is actually a very
up in the fetal position. Dong-ho can’t picture anything other normal boy: he is physically small and filled with jokes and
than Jeong-dae’s face, and his trackpants in the dirt. Like impractical plans. Second, Dong-ho’s commitment to remembering
Dong-ho, Jeong-dae is unusually small, so much so that his Jeong-dae’s life beyond the circumstances of its tragic end help
sister Jeong-mi is always trying to sneak extra milk to him. preserve his friend’s life beyond the bounds of his physical existence.
Jeong-dae hates studying, preferring to goof off. But despite
his rebelliousness, Jeong-dae is loving. Once, he stole a
blackboard eraser from school simply because it reminded his
sister of an April Fool’s prank long ago.
Jeong-mi had lived in Dong-ho’s house for a year, but the two Jeong-mi’s life, too, exemplifies the gap between an old reality—in
had never had a real conversation. Jeong-mi was always getting which the adolescent pitfalls of school and studying were all-
back late from the textile factory where she worked, too tired consuming—and this new, terrifying one. Jeong-mi’s commitment to
to do anything other than ask for Dong-ho’s help starting a fire. education even in the face of logistical hurdles also suggests that
One night, however, she had surprised Dong-ho by asking him school and the written language of textbooks help to provide an
for his old first-year textbooks. Jeong-mi admitted that she escape from the brutality of daily life in Gwangju.
hoped to one day be able to go back to school, so she was
studying for the high school entrance exam.
Dong-ho was skeptical that Jeong-mi could keep her studies a Dong-ho’s crush on Jeong-mi forces readers to imagine a
secret, but he lent her his book anyway. That night, and many counternarrative—one in which Dong-ho gets to come of age
nights to follow, Dong-ho had imagined kissing Jeong-mi and normally, navigating his newfound desire for his friend’s sister rather
holding her tightly. In the coming mornings, Dong-ho would than searching for her dead body. But what could be a classic
crawl to the door just to hear her washing her face. coming-of-age story is in fact a much darker tale.
Back in the present, another truckload of bodies pulls up the Jin-su’s warning is clear: when the soldiers come back, anyone
gym. Jin-su is firm that the soldiers are coming back found tending to the dead is in grave danger of being killed. The fact
tonight—and that by 6:00 p.m., all the bereaved will need to that Dong-ho hears this warning and decides to remain by the
leave in order to ensure their safety. As Jin-su goes to break the bodies anyway suggests his amazing sense of courage (and naivety).
news to the grieving families, Dong-ho hears some of them
arguing, vowing that they would rather die than leave their
children.
Privately, Dong-ho wonders if the young girl’s body in the Even though Dong-ho knows that Jeong-mi is probably dead, he still
corner could be Jeong-mi. He has no evidence for this, but he feels a sense of responsibility to her. This collectivist mindset, which
wants to be able to prove that Jeong-mi is safe. Dong-ho knows many of the characters share, perhaps also explains why Eun-sook,
that if the roles were reversed, Jeong-mi would have gone to Seon-ju, and Dong-ho are willing to endanger themselves to care for
every hospital in order to track Jeong-dae down, just as she did strangers’ corpses—any one of these bodies could be the body of
every time they had a fight. Even though Jeong-mi was someone they love and feel they owe something to.
laughably stubborn, she was also tender. At night, Dong-ho
would hear “low laughter and shared sighs” coming from the
annex, as argument between the siblings gave way to warmth.
Back at the gym, Dong-ho is making posters of the missing This dialogue is in some ways a familiar conversation for a child to
when his mother arrives. In a panic, Dong-ho’s mother grabs his have with his parent; indeed, the phrase “be home for dinner”
wrist roughly, begging him to come home. Dong-ho jerks away borders on cliché. But here, the stakes of Dong-ho returning home
but promises that he will return to his house at six o’clock, when for dinner are literally life and death.
the gym closes. Dong-ho’s mother makes him promise to be
home for dinner.
Dong-ho hates this part of his job. He has nightmares about The image of the “phantom bayonet,” which will recur for the writer
pulling back the cotton sheets to reveal decomposing faces. at the end of the novel, suggests that physical violence wounds not
Sometimes, he feels as if he, too, is being stabbed by a only those directly hurt but also those who bear witness to others’
“phantom bayonet.” When Dong-ho pulls up a sheet on a body injuries. Dong-ho’s feeling that there will be no “forgiveness” again
in the corner, he can tell, without words, that this is the old speaks to his sense of collective responsibility—he feels that if he
man’s granddaughter. Dong-ho wonders again how long souls was not able to save Jeong-dae, he cannot save anyone, and
stay by their bodies. He thinks that, in the moment of killing, he therefore he himself does not deserve to be saved.
would have run away from anyone—his mother or father or
brothers. “There will be no forgiveness,” he decides. “Least of all
for me.”
Jeong-dae watches as the blood flows out of his own face. The By allowing Jeong-dae’s soul to separate from his body, the novel
truck drives up a hillside, eventually stopping in front of an iron posits that each individual person is much more than the sum of
gate. Several military sentries unlock the truck and help drag their physical parts. On a formal level, then, this section of the novel
the bodies inside into a clearing, Jeong-dae’s included. As the also demonstrates the power of language to change the narrative
sentries stack the bodies on top of one another, Jeong-dae around violence, death, and loss.
realizes that his body is second from the bottom, though he
doesn’t feel the pressure now.
As it gets dark, Jeong-dae’s soul climbs to the top of the pile, Though Jeong-dae is able, through a literary trick, to communicate
hoping to catch a glimpse of the moon. Slowly, he becomes with readers, he cannot talk to the other murdered souls around
aware of the presence of other souls, though none of these him. Even as the novel points to the power of language, then, it also
spirits have any language with which to identify or highlights the limits of verbal communication.
communicate with one another. Eventually, after coming into
contact for a moment, the other souls all flit away.
Now, it is sunny, and the flies have begun to feed on the rotting This striking passage contrasts the truth of bodily vulnerability with
corpses. Jeong-dae notices the ants crawling on his fingers. the expansiveness of human feeling. On the one hand, Jeong-dae
Jeong-dae tries to move, but he realizes that he is bound to this cannot stop his body from stinking or from falling prey to ants. But
one spot. Jeong-dae also sees that he can sense who is still alive on the other hand, Jeong-dae finds a way to scream even without
and who is dead—Dong-ho, he knows, is still alive. But Jeong-mi his tongue and vocal cords, suggesting that bodily ruin cannot
is dead, and the pain of that knowledge is so great that Jeong- tamper with emotional pain.
dae screams, even without a tongue or voice.
Jeong-dae now loses all sense of himself and his identity. He Now, the body becomes a nuisance: instead of helping Jeong-dae
begins to feel rage, wondering why he and Jeong-mi have been accomplish his goals, his body only gets in the way of him finding his
so brutally murdered. Jeong-dae is desperate to find his sister, sister or his murderers. The idea that violence turns the body into a
but he does not know how to locate her. Jeong-dae takes liability will recur many times throughout the narrative.
comfort in the idea that once his soul is removed from his body,
he will be able to track down those who killed him.
The truck arrives again at the same time as yesterday, bringing The loathing Jeong-dae feels for the form that once nourished him is
new bodies. With a start, Jeong-dae realizes the intense stench a tragedy in and of itself. But Jeong-dae’s desire for someone to tend
his pile of corpses has begun to give off. Jeong-dae senses new to and clean his wounds is also a testament to the importance of
souls in this new crop of bodies, and he floats over to them. He Dong-ho’s work back at the gym—because of Dong-ho’s
feels jealous of a body that has been tended to, the wounds commitment to caring for the corpses, many souls will be spared the
dressed. For the first time, Jeong-dae feels true hatred for his sense of isolation Jeong-dae now feels.
body.
Jeong-dae wants to escape this present moment through This childhood memory of the blackboard eraser shows both the
dreams or memories. He thinks back to a time he stole a depth of care Jeong-dae had for his sister and the youthful
blackboard eraser from school and then left it on the innocence they both shared. Jeong-dae’s reflections also bring into
windowsill to please Jeong-mi. Then, Jeong-dae recalls falling focus the importance of mutual care: whether it is someone (likely
asleep next to his sister: how she would laugh as she drifted off, Dong-ho’s mother) continuing to water the hollyhock or Jeong-mi
and how she would always touch his face before rolling over for holding her brother’s face, living beings depend on one another to
the night. To keep himself sane, Jeong-dae focuses on every feel “loved” and to survive.
sensory detail of that night—the smell of Jeong-mi’s lotion, the
sight of the hollyhocks outside, and the sensation of his face,
which he knows Jeong-mi “had loved.”
Time passes, undifferentiated by anything except the arrival of Jeong-dae can feel no strength or solidarity with the giant pile or
more and more bodies. Some of the bodies are completely bodies that surrounds him now. But when he was still alive, the
mangled, while others are almost fully intact. One time, Jeong- crowd was a source of energy—perhaps dangerously so, as Jeong-
dae sees a couple of bodies with the faces painted entirely dae struggled to retain a rational sense of caution in the swell of the
white, probably to erase the dead peoples’ identities. He national anthem.
wonders if all these bodies were once protestors, packed onto
the street alongside him. He recalls the moment of his
death—Dong-ho was panicking, but Jeong-dae, though also
afraid, just kept on singing the national anthem.
The bodies at the bottom of the pile are the first to rot, and In large groups, the novel will frequently suggest, individuals lose
Jeong-dae’s own face becomes unrecognizable, the swelling sight of their own personal values and limitations, blending entirely
erasing his “clear edges.” At the same time, however, Jeong-dae into the ethos of the whole. And here, the idea that Jeong-dae is
is getting better at recognizing the souls around him, losing his “clear edges” suggests that even in death, a large gathering
differentiating between them even if he cannot identify each blurs the boundaries between each unique, separate, person.
soul as a specific person. With more time, Jeong-dae wonders if
the souls could figure out a way to understand each other, even
in the absence of language.
Unfortunately, one rainy day, the soldiers arrive earlier than The use of the word “fluttering” here, spoken by a dead soul himself,
usual. They throw more bodies onto the towers of corpses, affirms all of Dong-ho’s suspicions about peoples’ bird-like souls.
gagging at the stench, and then cover all of the piles in petrol.
The “fluttering” souls crowd together as the soldiers sparked
their lighters. As Jeong-dae watches, the soldiers step back and
set the entire clearing aflame.
As soon as the piles of bodies catch fire, Jeong-dae realizes that In this fascinating passage, Jeong-dae realizes that he might have
the only thing keeping his soul tied to this clearing is his more in common with the soldiers than he initially thought. Just as
physical body. As “the viscera hisse[s] and boil[s],” Jeong-dae’s he got swept up in a crowd, behaving with bravery and abandon he
soul slides over to two soldiers, taking in their dilated, might not have had on his own, the youthful soldiers have lost
frightened pupils and young faces. Jeong-dae wonders where similar track of themselves. The mention of the “hiss[ing]” and
to go. He wants to visit Jeong-mi, but he has no idea where her “boil[ing]” body parts here again forces readers to contend with the
soul might be—though he hopes she is still waiting in the annex gruesome realities of mass death.
room they used to share.
When she gets home, Eun-sook lies down for 20 minutes. Then Eun-sook’s quiet, isolated coping mechanisms suggests that she is
she gets up, washes her face, brushes her teeth, and crawls still deeply traumatized by the horrors she witnessed in 1980.
back into bed. The phone is ringing, but she feels that she While Jeong-dae did his best to remember delicious foods and jokes
cannot answer and give an explanation. It is getting dark with his sister, it now becomes evident that violence is the one thing
outside by the time Eun-sook sits up in bed. She wonders how worth forgetting. But ironically, as Eun-sook’s question
she will “forget the first slap,” and she recalls waiting quietly for demonstrates, violence is one of the hardest things to forget.
the first slaps to be over, not running away.
The man who interrogated her, calling her a “bitch” and hitting It seems that Eun-sook was slapped because she worked with a
her so hard it drew blood, had “thin lips” and looked “utterly translator wanted by the state. First, then, interrogator’s violence
ordinary.” The interrogator struck Eun-sook as a middle shows just how dangerous Chun’s government understands
manager, even as he violently demanded to know where the language to be. More than that, though, the “utterly ordinary”
translator (“that bastard”) was. appearance of the interrogator suggests that anyone is capable of
brutality (just as Dong-ho’s life and death shows that anyone is
capable of great bravery).
Eun-sook met with the translator two weeks ago, on the first The translator is clearly engaged in bringing some earth-shaking
really cold day of fall. They shared tea and a pastry as the texts to the South Korean people, but he goes about this daring
translator went through the manuscript proofs and edited business with an air of ease and normalcy. In many ways, then, the
them. The translator was courteous and seemed timid, even translator is the converse of the interrogator: he seems “ordinary,”
though Eun-sook knew he was a wanted criminal. When she but he is in fact a radical, selfless figure.
asked him how to contact him to give him his royalties, he
responded vaguely, promising only to be in touch.
In the present, Eun-sook is back at the office. Noticing her face, As Eun-sook’s boss, the publisher likely could have taken
Eun-sook’s publisher offers to take her out to barbecue. Eun- responsibility for her work with the translator—but he did not, and
sook wonders if his friendliness might be guilt—is he the one Eun-sook was then slapped seven times. The publisher’s guilt here
who turned her in to the authorities? After all, the publisher has a faint echo of the guilt Dong-ho feels about Jeong-dae and
had gone to the police station only minutes before she had, Jeong-mi, as if by not taking the bullet himself he was partially
even speaking with the same interrogator. responsible for their deaths.
Eun-sook declines the publisher’s offer of barbecue—she finds Like the narrator will say in a later chapter, Eun-sook’s hatred of
the sight of meat cooking revolting. But the publisher convinces meat is likely linked to the human carnage she witnessed during the
her to let him take her out to lunch. Aa they finish their meal, 5:18 uprising. The publisher here appears as a character perched
the publisher offers to go to the censor’s office in Eun-sook’s between bravery and cowardice: he wants to get the controversial
place tomorrow. Eun-sook knows the publisher feels guilty, literature to press, but he is not quite courageous enough to face the
even though he had probably only stuck to the facts (“Kim Eun- consequences himself.
sook is the editor in charge”). She tries to smile to reassure him,
but her bruise makes the smile look grotesque.
After work, Eun-sook walks home. Now, she thinks about the Eun-sook now tries to make sense of something senseless—how
second slap—why did the interrogator use his left hand when could she ever give logic to something so outside the bounds of
he used his right hand for everything else? She feels intense normal human language and contact?
nausea. Again, Eun-sook recalls the fact that she did not move
when she was hit.
The next day, Eun-sook arrives at the censor’s office. As always, Already, several characters have lost sight of their individual selves
someone searches her bag. “At such moments,” Eun-sook in the heat of a crowd. But what Eun-sook experiences here is
reflects, “a part of one’s self must be temporarily detached from different: the shame and discomfort of state surveillance causes her
the whole.” The security guard examines her residence card, to dissociate, “detach[ing]” from her “self.”
her tube of Vaseline, and her sanitary pads.
Now, in the censor’s office, Eun-sook stares up at the framed The fact that all texts must pass through the censor’s office speaks
picture of Chun Doo-hwan. She wonders how a face can to Chun’s government’s fear of the written word. Whether it is
conceal so much evil and brutality. Eun-sook waits as the criminalizing translators, brutalizing editors, or crossing out
censors, hard at work, make their way through a variety of sentences in books, Chun’s administration is determined to erase all
texts. Finally her name is called, though by the way the desk of the language that questions it.
manager asks her to sign, it is clear that something unusual has
happened with Eun-sook’s text.
Eun-sook goes to the censor’s office all the time, and usually a Just as it felt violent to Eun-sook when the fountains in Gwangju
dozen words have been crossed out or rearranged. But this were turned back on, the act of censorship carries its own brutality,
time, she feels as if “the pages have been burned.” More than “burn[ing]” the pages (and making their editor feel scorched, too).
half the text has been crossed out. Sometimes, as if going Even as pens and ink are tools of power and protest in the right
through the text sentence by sentence is too exhausting, the hands, then, when state officials wield writing implements, they
censors use an ink roller to black out an entire page. Eun-sook become dangerous weapons.
knows that the plays can never be published like this.
Unbidden, some of the sentences from the text’s introduction The glimpses of text that Eun-sook reflects on now suggests that the
pop into Eun-sook’s mind (“after you were lost to us, all our play in question is meant to honor and parallel the 5:18 massacre.
hours declined into evening”). As her cheekbone throbs, Eun- Thus, erasing this narrative, like turning on the jets in the fountains,
sook wonders again how the fountain in Gwangju could ever be almost further violates those already killed.
on again. “What could we possibly be celebrating?” she muses.
Now, it is four days since the slaps, so Eun-sook is devoted to Many of the consequences of the Gwangju massacre were
forgetting the fourth slap. It is a Saturday, but instead of making embodied and immediate. But Eun-sook’s loneliness is no doubt a
weekend plans with friends or a date, Eun-sook will just finish result of the fear and torment she was subjected to as a student
work (she gets out early today), make dinner, and then go to activist, both in high school and at university.
sleep. She does not have any friends from university that she
could see, even if she wanted to.
Before the work day is done, Eun-sook’s Mr. Seo, the producer Once more, the state censor’s ink roller is a weapon, working
from the theater, arrives, interrupting Eun-sook’s thoughts. metaphorically to cause pain but also bringing Eun-sook to very
Having heard that the censors ink-rolled much of the text, Mr. literal tears. Mr. Seo’s determination to save the play hints at the
Seo has come to see for himself. Eun-sook presents him with desperation these protestors feel to communicate their message,
the proofs. As Mr. Seo sees the damage, Eun-sook begins to cry. even against the state’s widespread, efficient silencing.
She keeps apologizing, though Mr. Seo assures her she has
nothing to apologize for. Eun-sook almost spills her coffee on
the proof, and Mr. Seo snaps it up—“as though it still contains
something.”
In her youth, people often complimented Eun-sook for being Even in the first days of the Gwangju uprising, Dong-ho noticed that
cute. But after the Gwangju uprising, no one praises Eun-sook’s Eun-sook looked to be “hollow[ing]” out, as if her soul was
looks anymore. And she herself just wants to speed up the disappearing in front of him; now, that process seems complete. In
aging process, hoping life will come to an end soon. As Eun- her frustration with eating, Eun-sook is struggling with what could
sook makes breakfast, she resents that she still feels hungry, be called survivor’s guilt—how can she continue to eat when the
even after all the horror and grief she has witnessed. dead cannot?
After the violence in Gwangju, Eun-sook’s mother begged her Frequently, the narrative points out that people behave differently
to move on. So Eun-sook went to university—but even at on their own than they do when in crowds or mobs. But it is still
university, there were always policemen around, beating worth noting that Eun-sook seems almost biologically, inevitably
student protestors and smashing window. Eun-sook suffered drawn to protest: she moves from activism in Gwangju as a high
from terrible nightmares after the violence in Gwangju, and it schooler to sit-ins in college to publishing work that represents a
was almost a relief when returned home to tend to her ailing subtler form of protest. In other words, while many might have
father. Soon, Eun-sook dropped out of school and took a job at moments of protest under the right circumstances, only rare people
the publishing house. She was grateful not only to spare her like Eun-sook do so consistently.
family the financial burden but to know that now, she could not
join student protests—and so she would not be killed.
The day the army returned to Gwangju, Eun-sook had not “set Even with years of reflection, Eun-sook struggles to make sense of
her mind on surviving.” She remembers that fateful evening: her motivations and thought processes on the night that Dong-ho
after dinner, she sneaks out from her house, returning to the died. Whether or not she chose to “survive” is an open question, just
Provincial Office. When she gets there, the women are arguing as Eun-sook and others will agonize over whether Dong-ho knew
about whether they should carry guns. Seon-ju, always quiet, the risks he was taking.
says very little, though she flashes Eun-sook a smile as she
argued that the women should be armed.
Jin-su arrives, asking three of the women to stay behind as Jin-su insists that women should be treated with a kind of chivalry,
guards. Though all of the women initially want to stay as a show even though (as Seon-ju’s chapter will reveal) some of the worst
of solidarity, Jin-su convinces them that it would look bad for violence in this era of Korean history was against women.
the resistance if too many were killed. To her surprise, Eun- Interestingly, Eun-sook’s fear of death is not as much about the
sook finds that her time around dead bodies has made her absence of life as it is about the gruesome bodily decomposition she
more afraid of death: “she didn’t want her last breath to be has witnessed. Eun-sook understands just how fragile bodies are,
from a gaping mouth.” and that makes her all the more afraid of damaging her own.
Eun-sook leaves, hiding herself in a nearby hospital with a Eun-sook and her unnamed friend are both young, but in this
friend whose aunt is a patient. Sheets are hanging from all the moment of confusion, no one can really “know” anything. This
windows, and it is pitch black, but all the patients and nurses moment thus inverts the usual pattern of life: many of Gwangju’s
fear that they might be killed. Each time the friend’s aunt asks a young people end up taking care of the old instead of the other way
question, the friend can only reply, “I don’t know, Aunty.” No one around.
can tell how much time has passed.
Finally, a voice over the loudspeaker announces that the army Returning to the Provincial Office would meet certain death, so the
is returning. The voice implores all citizens to come in front of fact that Eun-sook stays put amounts to a decision—she is choosing
the Provincial Office, explaining that “we have resolved to fight to survive. But though Dong-ho similarly longs to survive (“you
to the end.” Eun-sook stays put, listening to the sounds of wanted to live,” Eun-sook recalls), he does not choose safety when
combat boots and shooting and trucks. In the present, Eun- the time comes. Instead, his childlike inability to act rationally on his
sook’s thoughts shoot back to Dong-ho. Eun-sook remembers fear is one of the reasons his death continues to strike Eun-sook as
that Dong-ho’s eyelids quivered, “because you were afraid. the greatest tragedy of all.
Because you wanted to live.”
Now, it is six days since the slaps, and the publisher has just Dong-ho, like the others killed that night at the Provincial Office,
received an invitation to the premiere of the censored play. was only given one chance to be brave—which is part of the tragedy
Eun-sook wonders how staging the play will be possible, since of that loss. But because the publisher continues to live and work,
so much of it has been removed. But when the published book he is able to make up for his earlier cowardice at the interrogator’s
arrives, Eun-sook is surprised to see that only a few paragraphs office by ignoring the censors now. The publisher also puts himself
have been excised. And instead of the wanted translator’s name at risk by lying about who did the translation (presumably so that
on the cover, Eun-sook sees that the translation has been the state will not immediately condemn the plays for their
credited to the publisher’s cousin in America. The publisher association with the wanted translator).
seems proud, though Eun-sook notices the fear in his eyes.
A few hours later, Eun-sook is alone in the office. She finds a This vital excerpt gives theoretical backing to the groupthink Eun-
book about the psychology of crowds, which focuses on protest sook and the other organizers have long intuited: being in a crowd
movements and wars throughout history. The book argues that almost always “magnifies” each individual’s kind or cruel traits. The
large groups lead to more nobility and barbarism, “through that fact that the censors have crossed out the question about humanity
magnification which occurs naturally in crowds.” In the next makes the violent symbolism of the censor’s pen literal—here, the
paragraph, the censor has drawn his pen over two sentences: state is literally crossing out “humanity” as an idea.
“what is humanity? What do we have to do to keep humanity as
one thing and not another?”
Instead of trying to forget the last two slaps, Eun-sook goes to If these policemen could beat Mr. Seo, then Eun-sook is surely in
see the censored play. The play begins almost like a dance, as a danger as well. But staying true to the collectivist mindset she has
woman and a man, both dressed in mourning clothes, pass each had since high school, Eun-sook fears more for the others around
other silently. Eun-sook looks around, taking in the journalists her than she seems to fear for herself.
and other artists in the packed audience. She also notices plain-
clothed policemen, and she fears that the policemen will beat
Mr. Seo and the actors in the play will be beaten when they see
that they have defied the censors.
But rather than say the censored lines, the actors only move If erasure of language is one of Chun Doo-hwan’s central ways of
their lips—“after you died I could not hold a funeral,” the actress maintaining power, then the persistence these actors show—making
mouths silently, “and so my life became a funeral.” After a few the shapes of censored words even if they do not say their
moments, the lights come up on the audience, and Eun-sook sounds—is one of the most powerful forms of protest. In staging the
sees a little boy wearing trackpants, surrounded by older play this way, therefore, Mr. Seo is demonstrating that even in the
actors who are shrieking and moaning. The little boy, who is absence of language, South Koreans will find ways to make their
carrying a skeleton, reminds Eun-sook of Dong-ho. dissent known.
Gradually, all the actors stop moving. Finally, there’s just one This little boy wearing the trackpants that Eun-sook and others so
old woman frozen onstage. The little boy jumps on her back, associate with Dong-ho seems as though he is Dong-ho’s soul (or
“like the spirit of someone dead.” Funeral odes, written on “spirit”) made tangible. Though this image is deeply painful for Eun-
scraps of paper, begin to fall from the ceiling. Eun-sook is sook, it is also galvanizing—Eun-sook knows this is a pain she
weeping, her memories of Dong-ho fresh, but she does not look cannot look away from. And in seeing Dong-ho’s “silence” reenacted,
away. Instead, she “stares fiercely at the boy’s face, at the Eun-sook feels newly “fierce.”
movement of his silenced lips.”
Three times a day, the guards fed the prisoners. The narrator Now, the narrator’s place in the story becomes clear: this is the
was paired with Kim Jin-su, who ate little. As they shared their same Jin-su who supervised Dong-ho, and the narrator seems to
small portions, the narrator felt Kim Jin-su’s eyes follow him, have been arrested for his own participation in the Gwangju
devoid of life. Now, Jin-su has recently died, having taken his uprising. The narrator’s guilt about his survival mimics Eun-sook’s,
own life. As the narrator speaks with the professor, he wonders as does his complicated relationship with his own natural metabolic
why he was able to survive while Jin-su was not. processes and cravings for food.
The narrator becomes frustrated, wondering why the Like Eun-sook, the narrator wants to forget the worst of the
professor would want to dredge up all his most painful violence—even though it seems that the trauma he endured has
memories with this interview. Besides, Jin-su’s experiences seared every detail of that violence into his brain. The fact that Jin-
were not identical to the narrator’s. Because of Jin-su’s su received extra harsh treatment because of his “feminine” traits
somewhat feminine features, he was subjected to whole other once more suggests that the violence under Chun was often
forms of torture, as when the guards would unleash ants to gendered, enacting the regime’s regressive vision of male
nibble on his genitals. dominance.
In 1980, during the uprising, Jin-su was still only a freshman in Jin-su’s clarity of conscience, decency to others, and sense of
college. The narrator did not know Jin-su well, so he was bravery is clear in nearly every anecdote about him—at least before
surprised when Jin-su decided to stay behind that night the the state’s brutal torture. Though the narrator and Jin-su were not
soldiers came back into town. The narrator recalls that night: personally close, the bonds of a shared cause nevertheless made
together, he and Jin-su make wills, preparing for death. Even them ready to die together.
after Jin-su is ordered to escort the women home, he comes
back, ready to face the army as bravely as he could.
But as the army approaches, Jin-su suddenly finds himself This strange sleepiness could be read in many ways: as young
overcome with tiredness. He lays down, and soon the rest of people’s lack of awareness about the situation they would soon face,
the protestors join him, as if Jin-su’s sleepiness is contagious. as a kind of preparing for death and afterlife, or even simply as
At one point in his nap, the narrator wakes to see Dong-ho exhaustion with the state’s endless brutality. It is crucial to note that
crawling in beside him. Jin-su is scolding Dong-ho, telling him to Jin-su does not want Dong-ho to be there, risking his life in this
go home. When Dong-ho refuses, Jin-su only make him way—and that, hoping to protect Dong-ho’s life, Jin-su gives him the
promise that when the soldiers come, he will surrender right specific directions on how to surrender that will later lead to Dong-
away. ho’s death.
When the narrator first started protesting, he was amazed by The narrator likely has not read Eun-sook’s book about crowd
the sense of strength and unity he found in crowds, singing the psychology, but here, he describes what it feels like to live such a
national anthem as if he could feel “the sublime enormity of a phenomenon. In the crowd of protestors at Gwangju, the narrator
single heart.” But when the bullets and tanks came, that unity was able to give and gain strength from everyone around him,
was shattered. As the narrator faced the fallout the next day, feeling almost as if their blood was coursing through his own
the lines outside the hospital and the looted guns, he wanted veins—as if they shared “a single heart.” And in a way that felt
only to regain his feeling in the crowd—“the miracle of stepping almost “mirac[ulous],” the narrator was able to leave behind the
outside the shell of our own selves.” fragile “shell” of his individual selfhood (with its cowardice and
caution) to find something more “sublime” and powerful in the
crowd.
The narrator and Jin-su were old enough to make this decision Dong-ho may have been insistent with his mother that he wanted
for themselves, but Dong-ho was not. He was more concerned to stay at the Provincial Office, but the narrator is now the second
with sponge cake than with this grave choice. The narrator character to affirm that Dong-ho was not ready to die. And even
doesn’t know exactly what happened when the soldiers arrived. though Jin-su encourages Dong-ho to protect himself, Dong-ho
He only knows that no one in the resistance fired their guns could not—the logistics and stakes of the situation would be almost
(because they did not know how to) and that Jin-su made impossible to understand as a young boy.
Dong-ho promise to “look for a way to live.”
Later, the narrator found out that the army had been given The scale of Chun Doo-hwan’s violence is now revealed to be even
800,000 bullets—enough to shoot every person in Gwangju larger than previous characters have understood. The narrator’s
twice. The narrator knows that the people in the student militia insistence that the student militia’s resistance saved others, while it
who were killed that night spared many more others from a might be true to some extent, also reflects his anxiety that all of the
similar fate. Those who were not killed were jailed, punished losses did not mean anything.
according to whether they were found holding guns.
Those who were not holding guns were released in batches. The logic behind the narrator’s desire to bring meaning to his co-
But those whom the soldiers had found holding guns protestors’ deaths now becomes clear: he is trying to counteract the
experienced even more extreme forms of torture: “hairpin state’s torture, which reduces everyone to their painful, embodied
torture” and a horrific procedure known as the “roast chicken.” instincts. Only by continually dwelling on the causes he and his co-
Looking back, the narrator begins to realize the purpose of protestors fought for can people like the narrator salvage
such tactics—the army was trying to make these men feel themselves from the state’s violence.
ridiculous, as if their resistance was only ever a joke. The
narrator thinks back to his hungry, horrible days in prison.
In the present, the narrator tells the professor that every time In the crowd at the Provincial Office, the narrator felt principled.
he sweats in summer, he remembers how he felt in this era of But since the interrogations, the narrator is too aware of his own
torture: that he was no more than sticky flesh and pus. In those fragility—of the sweat and pus inside of him—to care about those
times, as his shoulders or toes were forced apart, the narrator principles or about anything other than ending the torturers’
would do anything to end the pain; he remembers shouting “for escalating pain.
God’s sake stop, I did wrong.”
A few months later, the narrator recalls, the soldiers convened Yeong-chae’s decision to sing the national anthem reflects both the
a makeshift court. Thirty men were sentenced at a time, as unique bravery of youth and his belief, widely shared in the novel,
guards forced them to bow their heads and patrolled the seats that protesting is patriotic. After months of torturing individual
of the courtroom with their guns. The prisoners were told that prisoners, this show of unity perhaps intimidates the soldiers.
if they spoke or even lifted their heads, they would be
immediately killed in their seats. But on the day of the
narrator’s group trial, Yeong-Chae began to sing the national
anthem. The rest of the men soon joined in, singing softly but
clearly. To everyone’s surprise, the soldiers let their prisoners
finish the song.
The narrator explains that he was given a nine-year sentence, Though little was known about the narrator’s life before his torture,
and Jin-su was given seven years. But these sentences didn’t readers have seen time and again that Jin-su used to be a highly
really mean anything: the men were released in batches, as if competent person. But the torture has left its mark, and though Jin-
even the soldiers knew the charges were absurd. Two years su and the narrator are no longer in physical pain, the emotional
after being released, the narrator sees Jin-su again. But though wounds block them from ever forging normal lives (a seemingly
time has passed, neither man has been able to accomplish common phenomenon for survivors of the Gwangju uprising).
anything—not go back to school, move out, or even date. The
memory of the interrogation room is still too fresh.
In the present, both men have become reliant on alcohol to get Memories of life before and after violence can provide comfort,
any rest, so they split a bottle of soju until neither of them are but—as was true for Eun-sook and Jeong-dae as well—violence is
really conscious. Then, this becomes a ritual: for years, Jin-su something at once necessary and impossible to forget. Jin-su’s
and the narrator meet to lament their loneliness and inability to comment that none of the protestors could actually fire their guns
work, as they swap alcohol or painkillers and try their best to again points to these young peoples’ innocence and to their utter
forget. Neither man can even fathom the idea of taking naivety about what they might have to face.
revenge—they are too exhausted. Every so often, Jin-su laughs
at the fact that they thought guns—which none of them had
ever fired—could protect them.
As he told this story, Jin-su wondered aloud what a soul was, In this vital passage, Jin-su echoes the idea that humans really do
desperate to know what Yeong-chae lost when the torturers have souls. But while Jeong-dae explores how souls can persist even
abused him. “It was only when we were shattered that we after death, Jin-su seems aware that souls can vanish even in life if
proved we had souls,” Jin-su reflected. After the torture, “what someone experiences significant trauma. And when the strength of a
we really were was humans made of glass.” soul vanishes, all that is left is a vulnerable, physical body, fragile as
though “made of glass.”
Shortly after that visit, the narrator reads about Jin-su’s death The fact that Jin-su leaves a photo of murdered children with his
in the newspaper. There are not enough coffin-bearers at Jin- suicide note directly links his death to the 5:18
su’s funeral, so the narrator volunteers, though he leaves massacre—indicating that the violence of the past is hurting for
before the service is over. The narrator never read Jin-su’s victims long after 1980. The phrase “psychological autopsy” will
suicide note, nor did he look at the photo that accompanied the reverberate for other characters, as the professor expands his
note, which showed several young children dead in a straight interviews to as many survivors as he can reach.
line. Now, in the story’s present, the narrator is livid that the
professor is asking him about these things, even if it is for the
purpose of his scholarly, “psychological autopsy.”
On that day in Gwangju, the narrator and Jin-su lay with their For the soldiers, this kind of violence is almost a game— some of
faces down while the soldiers taunted them (“I was in Vietnam, them have even gone from war to war, finding power and pleasure in
you sons of bitches”). Eventually, five of the youngest members repeated group brutality. More importantly, this revelation shows
of the resistance came down, including Dong-ho. None of these why Jin-su blames himself so directly for Dong-ho’s death—he told
boys had any weapons, and they all walked out in a straight line Dong-ho to stand in a school-like formation, emphasizing his youth,
with their arms up. In the present, the narrator tells the and Dong-ho wound up dead in that very line.
professor that the kids were lying in a straight line because
they were shot in a straight line—“with both arms in the air, just
like we’d told them to.”
The narrator reflects that “some memories never heal.” The narrator has long known that human beings can be reduced to
Instead, these rare memories are so painful that everything “raw” flesh, their bodies in so much pain that they begin to feel like
else fades away. The narrator wonders if “the experience of nothing but “a lump of meat.” But here, he reflects that just as
cruelty” is the only thing every human being shares: the idea anyone can become the sum of their fragile body parts, anyone can
that “each one of us is capable of being reduced to an insect, a also be like that soldier, pushed by the swirl of the crowd toward
ravening beast, a lump of meat.” Once, a soldier in Busan acts of unimaginable “cruelty.”
revealed to the narrator that the army incentivized extra
brutality with cash prizes.
In a flashback that she labels as “Up Rising,” Seon-ju remembers In these poetic, experimental, “Up Rising” sections, Seon-ju reflects
the sound of footsteps. She recalls waking up in the middle of on the vague outline of a young boy, one who seems to resemble
the night and hearing a child. Back in the present, Seon-ju Dong-ho (or at least an abstracted version of him). The translation
thinks about how she ended up in this office. For years, she had of these sections as “Up Rising” is particularly telling: the words
worked with Seong-hee in the labor rights organization. Ten testify both to the force of memories when they “rise” to the surface
years ago, however, she got a call from a man named Yoon. and to Seon-ju’s life of protesting (rising up). In linking these two
Yoon was hoping to do a “psychological autopsy” on Seon-ju’s ideas through language, the “Up Rising” sections suggest that
old student militia unit, and he wanted her help. memory is its own form of protest. On a plot level, it is important to
note that Yoon is almost certainly the same professor interviewing
the unnamed narrator for his aforementioned “psychological
autopsy.”
At first, Seon-ju declined. But after talking to Yoon more Language was once a tool to hurt Seon-ju and her activist friends,
recently, she learned that seven of the ten surviving members but Yoon’s project—in which he gets survivors to bear witness to the
of the militia had agreed to a series of interviews. When Seon- truth of what happened in Gwangju—hopes to reclaim language as
ju still expressed hesitation, Yoon merely sent her his a tool of healing and strength. The footsteps and dripping water
dissertation and a set of tapes, hoping she could at least record might allude, however vaguely, to Dong-ho’s morning routine back
her voice even if she couldn’t bear a sit-down interview. Seon-ju at his family’s hanok.
has another flash of the “Up Rising” memory, imagining
footsteps and dripping water.
The first interviewee survived. In his interview, he explains that As Eun-sook experienced when she went to college, it’s mostly
though he had never prayed before, his prayers to be released students who hold protests against Chun Doo-hwan. And while
from torture were answered relatively quickly. But he cannot students are, in some ways, the most courageous members of
forget the faces of others who were not so lucky, like a pair of society, they’re also the most vulnerable and unprepared. Also of
college girls gunned down on their campus. These faces haunt note here is that, as with Eun-sook, the details of corpse
his nightmares, just as the dead bodies Seon-ju used to clean decomposition linger in Seon-ju’s mind long after any specific bodies
and sort at the Gwangju Provincial Office haunt her memories. have been buried.
That night, Seon-ju wakes up long before dawn, disturbed by Seon-ju’s hesitancy at sharing space with another person—not to
what she has read. She is almost 42, but she has only lived with mention physical or emotional intimacy—gestures toward the
a man once, and that only lasted one year. After all, living alone sexual violence she will later acknowledge having suffered.
means Seon-ju can wake up whenever she needs to without
fear of disturbing another person.
A few days later, Seon-ju is staying late at work when her boss, Like Eun-sook, Seon-ju spends much of her time alone, desperate to
Park Yeong-ho drops by. Park is cramming, hoping to shut down fill the hours to avoid thinking about painful memories. Clearly, her
a nearby nuclear reactor. He wonders why Seon-ju has cranked “human search engine” approach to her environmentalist job is one
up the heat in the office so high. All of the other employees are more way Seon-ju has found to distract herself from what happened
younger than Seon-ju, and they speak to her with a kind of all those years ago.
quiet deference. Only Park ever questions her or teases her,
calling her “a human search engine.”
When Park notices that Seon-ju is using the Dictaphone, Now, Seon-ju’s past work as a labor organizer starts to come into
smoking cigarettes, and drinking coffee, he assumes she is just focus. Though she and Seong-hee were both schoolgirls when they
cramming to meet a deadline, too. Park apologizes for the long began protesting the major factories, they ended up leading a
hours and meager pay, confessing that he and the other national movement. Even two decades later, Seong-hee remains an
employees are curious about what motivates Seon-ju. Park important model for progressive activists like Park. But though the
wonders about Seon-ju’s relationship with Seong-hee, who is stories of such protests seem enviable after the fact, in reality they
“the stuff of legend” to him and other, younger labor organizers. were more complicated—not just because Seon-ju had to witness
Seon-ju feels too tired to explain her relationship to Seong-hee, great carnage, but also because her relationship with Seong-hee
or to tell Park about all that she has seen. does not seem to have survived these activist actions.
Back in the present, Seon-ju pretends to go home when Park Despite their closeness before and during the labor protests, it is
leaves the office. But secretly, she turns around, planning to now evident that Seon-ju and Seong-hee are estranged from each
stay in the office so she can record the tapes for Yoon. Seon-ju other. Moreover, the fact that Seon-ju feels the need to record her
has recently learned from the newspapers that Seong-hee is in testimony for the professor before seeing Seong-hee suggests that
the hospital. She calls her old friend for the first time in years, their estrangement had something to do with how the two women
and the two talk, only briefly. For her entire life, except for the remembered and discussed their activist history differently.
two years when she was in prison, Seon-ju has buried herself in
her work. It feels easier and safer to be solitary. But now, Seon-
ju feels a deep need to connect with Seong-hee. For some
reason she can’t quite explain, Seon-ju believes that she must
record the tapes for Yoon before she can visit Seong-hee in
person.
Seon-ju thinks back to the factory labor she did as a teenager, As Seon-ju thinks about her entry into protest, she takes a
which was so physically punishing and exhausting that she had remarkably intersectional lens. Rather than seeing her conflict with
to take pills to stay awake. Back then, the guards would search the South Korean government as purely one of citizens vs. their
her every night, lingering on her private parts. There were no state, Seon-ju sees how class and gender also impact the power
weekends, and Seon-ju was always getting sick from the factory structure she is fighting against. And to those marginalized both as
fumes. Women only made half of the men’s already-low pay. No women and as working-class factory employees, it’s no wonder that
wonder that Seon-ju found solace in Seong-hee’s labor rallies, Seong-hee’s declaration of “we are noble” felt so radical.
which helped factory workers insist that “we are noble.”
When Seong-hee had organized enough laborers to go on Even as Chun Doo-hwan and his predecessor Park Chung-hee seem
strike, she and the other young women formed a human wall in to advocate for traditional gender roles, they also disrespect and
front of the factory. As policemen and strike-breakers violate their country’s most longstanding ideas about women’s
approached, Seong-hee instructed the women to take off their bodies and purity. It is also worth noting that all of the events Seon-
clothes—young women’s bodies were sacred, so the activists ju reflects on here occurred before the protests at Gwangju. Unlike
were sure they would be safe if they were naked. But to Dong-ho, Seon-ju knew what she was getting into when she stayed
everyone’s shock, the police still attacked, dragging the naked at the Provincial Office that night—she had already lived through a
girls to the ground and beating them with cudgels. Seon-ju was version of the state’s violence.
brutalized so much that her intestines ruptured.
After Seon-ju healed, she decided to return home to Gwangju Traditionally, hanja characters would have been used in fancier,
rather than continue to fight with the other factory workers. upper-class writing. But by teaching themselves to use hanja even
She was now blacklisted from most factory jobs, so she had to without formal education, Seon-ju and Seong-hee find another way
get a job at a dressmaker’s shop. The pay was even worse now, to use language as protest, challenging the rigid class divides of their
but Seon-ju found comfort from writing back and forth with society.
Seong-hee, taking her time to write in hanja (traditional
Chinese) characters as Seong-hee had taught her.
That October, Park Chung-hee was assassinated, and soon Park Chung-hee was assassinated in 1979, and Chun Doo-hwan
after, Chun Doo-hwan rose to power as the next president. began to slowly accrue power over the next year, so Seon-ju is likely
Rather than lessening the violence, Chun Doo-hwan had even recalling the early months of 1980, just before the 5:18 uprising. In
more frightening plans than his predecessor. Seon-ju became both the words of the newspaper and the block letters of this
glued to newspapers, trying to understand what would happen protest sign, language is a critical tool for gathering young people
next. One day, walking along the street, she saw a bus full of into a strong, vocal, crowd of protestors.
young factory girls. They were chanting protest slogans and
holding a sign which read “END MARTIAL LAW. GUARANTEE
LABOR RIGHTS.”
Feeling entranced by the chants, Seon-ju followed the bus all Though violence was common in the factory riots, flat-out murder
the way to the Gwangju Provincial Office. Though the protests was still unusual. In other words, at this point in Chun Doo-hwan’s
in Gwangju had begun with university students, now, the rise to power, death was not yet normalized—and Seon-ju, like the
square in the front of Office was filled with people of all ages. rest of Gwangju, is still able to fully take in the tragedy and shock of
At the front of the protest were the bodies of two young people each loss.
whom soldiers had gunned down.
In the present, as Seon-ju approaches a hospital, time seems to For Jeong-dae, memories were usually comforting; for the narrator,
blur together. Seon-ju can still hear the girls’ protest song in her they were almost impossible to bear. Seon-ju locates herself in the
head, “carrying down through the years.” Seon-ju enters the middle of these two figures, finding strength in the recollections of
hospital while she recalls the words “we are noble,” chanted the “we are noble” chant even as she hides from reflecting on the
over and over again. Seon-ju climbs to the roof of the hospital, “nightmares” she once lived through.
then jumps off. But rather than dying, Seon-ju revives, only to
repeat the process again—this is a recurring nightmare
Unfortunately, being awake is not much better. “Memories are
waiting,” Seon-ju knows. “What they call forth cannot strictly be
called nightmares.”
Seon-ju once felt proud that she was able to repress her The narrator gave his testimony 12 years before Seon-ju considered
memories—she was angry with Yoon for wanting to dig up her doing so, suggesting that the professor Yoon has been at this project
recollections of the past. In fact, her entire falling-out with for more than a decade. If testimony and language were always a
Seong-hee hinged on this disagreement. Ten years ago, Seong- big part of Seong-hee’s testimony, it makes sense that she would be
hee encouraged Seon-ju to make her story public, and Seon-ju hard on Seon-ju for refusing to share her story with the professor.
was outraged. Now and always, Seon-ju feels that she is failing Lastly, Seon-ju’s memories of her husband further hint toward her
Seong-hee. For a moment, Seon-ju remembers the man who self-isolation in the years after the uprising.
had been her husband for eight months, his kind eyes and his
worried insistence that she sometimes scared him.
Seon-ju washes her face, brushes her teeth, and applies lotion. Seon-ju’s friendship with Seong-hee signals just how close
She wonders what Seong-hee will look like—it has been 10 protestors could become over the course of their activism.
years since they last saw each other, and Seong-hee sounded so Specifically, the image of the two women curled up next to each
different on the phone. Seon-ju recalls moments in their other echoes the image of Jeong-dae and Jeong-mi, snuggling for
protest days when she and Seong-hee, not caring about warmth in the annex of the hanok.
propriety, slept curled next to each other for comfort and
warmth. Seon-ju remembers that Seong-hee always snored
loudly.
Still in the hospital waiting room, Seon-ju falls into a restless There have been several suggestions that much of the soldiers’
sleep. She dreams of the phrases from Yoon’s emails: violence was gendered, but only now do readers learn the full extent
“testimony. Meaning. Memory. For the future.” Seon-ju knows of the sexual assault Seon-ju had to suffer. The scale of this trauma
Yoon wants her to “bear witness” to her own suffering, but how helps make sense of Seon-ju’s hesitancy to give “testimony,” even
is she supposed to bear witness to the rifle that was pushed up though she knows words can be a vital form of “memory” and a way
her vagina, to the various abuse so intimate it left her forever to bear “witness.” But no words could suffice to capture the degree
unable to have children? How can Seon-ju explain that the of invasion and pain she suffered at the hands of these soldiers.
violence was horrific enough that she became afraid of touch
and affection, even friendship?
When Seon-ju wakes to the sound of a hospital patient Tragically, this passage makes clear just how much the violence has
moaning, she decides to leave. In the middle of the night, she altered Seon-ju’s experience of the world: even the simple, natural
crosses the damp grass and heads home. As she walks, she pleasure of grass makes her think of death. Though Seon-ju has yet
thinks again of the two college girls murdered on the grass. to mention Dong-ho’s name, footsteps will later become a signifier
With horror, another moment of “Up Rising” comes to Seon- of the young boy’s tangible presence (or soul) for his mother and the
ju—in this moment, the footsteps are just outside her door, writer.
coming towards her.
Seon-ju recalls driving around with the other female students, The fact that most residents of Gwangju will not even turn on their
begging the residents of Gwangju to at least turn on their lights reflects just how terrifying it could be to defy the soldiers.
lights. The soldiers eventually apprehended them, arresting the Upsettingly, the interrogators match Seon-ju’s more global view of
various protestors. Because Seon-ju had a gun and was the protests, linking Seon-ju’s straightforward call for labor rights to
involved in labor rights organizing, they called her “Red Bitch,” the tension of the Korean War 30 years earlier.
insisting that she was a spy from North Korea. The military
police interrogated Seon-ju for so long that she could barely
think.
In the present, the “Up Rising” memory comes again. Seon-ju Dong-ho’s face is a galvanizing image for the activists who knew
recalls that she came back to Gwangju “to die.” At first, the city him, but the photo of this young boy becomes a call to protest even
looked similar, until she noticed the quiet in the streets, the for those who were less personally involved. For Seon-ju, as for Eun-
bullet holes in the walls of the Provincial Office. But on a walk sook decades earlier, the memory of Dong-ho is energizing and even
one day, Seon-ju noticed a picture of Dong-ho plastered onto a life-“saving.” In remembering Dong-ho, Seong-ju suggests here, she
wall of a Catholic Center. She took down the picture as quickly remembers what she is fighting for, and therefore why she must
as she could, walking fast to avoid the police’s prying eyes. “You survive to fight.
saved me, Dong-ho,” Seon-ju thinks, “you made my blood seethe
back to life.”
In the present, as Seon-ju continues her walk away from the Part of Chun Doo-hwan’s success in quashing the uprisings was to
hospital, she thinks back to Dong-ho asking why she and Eun- make them feel pointless—but like the unnamed narrator, Seon-ju is
sook placed the Taegukgi over the dead bodies in the gym. committed to giving meaning to the activists’ lives, both those that
Seon-ju does not remember Eun-sook’s answer, but privately, continue and those that have been cut short. Fascinatingly, Seon-ju
she thinks it is because they were trying so hard to make the does not assign the young footsteps to Dong-ho. It is possible that
deaths mean something. Seon-ju feels that she can never by viewing these footsteps as more universal, Seon-ju—always an
return to this time again—to a time before she knew what organizer of giant groups—is placing her story in the context of the
torture felt like. When the “Up Rising” feelings come again, she thousands of others like herself.
realizes she might never know who the footsteps belong to.
As she thinks of Dong-ho and Jin-su, Seon-ju reflects that she Crowds of any size (from the protestors in front of the Provincial
has “the capacity for neither bravery nor strength.” She blames Office to the teenaged friend group on Seong-hee’s roof) give
herself for leaving the factory after she was beaten, and she “bravery” and “strength” to those who do not have it on their own.
also blames herself for leaving Seong-hee’s labor movement And so while Seon-ju cannot find the strength to think about Jin-su
later in life to go work with this environmental group. Seon-ju and Dong-ho when she is by herself, memories of being with her
knows that one day she will have to face danger head on, and community give her the energy she needs to honor those two
she thinks back to that night on the roof when she was victims of the massacre.
seventeen, eating peaches with her friends and staring at the
moon.
With the hospital behind her, Seon-ju thinks the thought she Like Eun-sook, Jin-su, and later Dong-ho’s mother, Seon-ju blames
has been avoiding: that she is responsible for Dong-ho’s death. herself for the fact that Dong-ho stayed behind that fateful night.
If she’d sent him home, begged for him to leave as they ate But rather than seeing this possibility as literally soul crushing, like
gimbap together, maybe he would not have stayed and lost his Jeong-dae did, Seon-ju sees it as a responsibility to keep surviving.
life. Seon-ju walks on, raising her head to the rain. As she walks, As she promises to stay alive and raises her head to the rain, Seon-ju
she thinks, “don’t die. Just don’t die.” seems newly committed to her causes, fighting for justice and
leading out the life that Dong-ho didn’t get to live.
After walking for hours behind the little boy, Dong-ho’s mother Dong-ho’s mother’s desperation here echoes the ancient Greek
feels nauseated, so she sits down on the ground to rest. She story of Orpheus and Eurydice, one of the most important allegories
realizes that she has been walking through a construction site, for grief and memory in the literary canon. Also, like those glittering
and the dust is making her sick. From then on, every time fountain jets Eun-sook complained about, the construction around
construction happens, Dong-ho’s mother stands in the streets, Dong-ho’s mother shows that life in Gwangju will inevitably move
hoping to see that little boy, so like her son, walk by. She wishes on from the massacre.
she had called Dong-ho’s name when she saw that little boy,
and that he had just turned around so she could see his face.
At the same time, Dong-ho’s mother knows this little boy can’t Dong-ho’s mother’s willingness to eat grass, like her willingness to
be her son. After all, she buried Dong-ho herself. Once, she ate chase this stranger boy, demonstrates how much mourning defies
a handful of the grass on his grave just to feel closer to him. language and other traditional forms of logic or communication. In
Dong-ho’s mother cannot forget how pale Dong-ho was, his comparing the bloodless face of Dong-ho to the angry, prematurely
face ashen from losing so much blood. Nor she can forget how wrinkled face of his older brother, Dong-ho’s mother again implies
Dong-ho’s middle brother vowed revenge. Years later, the that the soldiers’ violence had indirect physical impacts even on
middle son looks so much older than he should—his anger has those they never touched.
aged him.
While Dong-ho’s middle brother remains enraged, his older Structurally, it is important that this sketch of Dong-ho’s early life
brother is friendly and bubbly, visiting Dong-ho’s mother every comes so late in the narrative. By beginning with the violence and
so often to bring her food and cheer her up. The older brother working backward to happier memories, the novel ensures that
looks just like Dong-ho. As a child, he would rush home from readers will be left with an image of Dong-ho as a full person rather
school, eager to play with the new baby or hold him on his lap. than as a young boy shot down by state soldiers.
During one visit, the older brother accused the middle brother On the one hand, Dong-ho’s mother’s refusal to intervene here
of failing to save Dong-ho’s life. In response, the middle brother shows her general sense of apathy. But on the other hand, her
howled in pain, violently dragging the older brother to the floor. reaction hints that she might agree with the older brother—is the
When Dong-ho’s mother saw this fight between her two adult middle brother to blame for not bringing Dong-ho home that day?
sons, she could not find it in herself to break it up. Instead, she Or worse, does Dong-ho’s mother think she herself is at fault?
walked on into the kitchen, making pancakes and cooking meat
for breakfast.
The middle brother wanted to go inside the gym to retrieve Now, Dong-ho’s mother’s refusal to intervene in the fight between
Dong-ho, but Dong-ho’s mother refused: she couldn’t bear the her sons makes more sense: she was the one who prohibited the
thought of losing the middle brother, too. It was getting darker, middle brother from doing more to save Dong-ho. Whereas
and the soldiers could come from anywhere. So, insisting that characters like Seon-ju and the narrator work to give meaning to the
Dong-ho would be home soon, Dong-ho’s mother and the lives lost in the 5:18 massacre, Dong-ho’s mother sees it all as
middle brother walked home, tears streaming down their faces. “futile.” After all, Chun stayed in power for almost another decade
“Why did they refuse to let me in?” Dong-ho’s mother wonders after the protests.
now. “When they were going to die such futile deaths, what
difference could it possibly have made?”
Dong-ho’s mother blames herself for inviting Jeong-mi and The image of Dong-ho and Jeong-dae in their matching school
Jeong-dae to live with them all those years ago. She had initially uniforms gives further weight to the symbolism of the trackpants:
loved the idea that Dong-ho would have friends his age in the the very friendship that once made Dong-ho’s mother so happy
house, and she loved watching Dong-ho and Jeong-dae head ultimately led to both boy’s lives being taken.
off to school in their matching uniforms. Later, after both
children disappeared, Jeong-dae’s father came to Gwangju to
look for them. He stayed in the annex of the hanok for a year,
getting drunk and searching for his children even after it was
clear they were no longer alive.
Eventually, Dong-ho’s mother thinks, Jeong-dae’s father must Even though Dong-ho’s mother differs in her coping mechanisms
have passed away from the effort of searching for his missing from Jeong-dae and Jeong-mi’s father, both find the weight of the
children. She hates herself for renting out the annex, but then loss and memory of their children completely all-consuming. Like
she thinks of hearing Jeong-dae and Dong-ho laughing or Seon-ju, Dong-ho’s mother knows that the line between memories
playing badminton, and she forgives herself. For a moment, and dreams (and nightmares) is porous: sometimes, it is impossible
Dong-ho’s mother thinks of Jeong-mi: how pretty she was, and to comprehend that such tragic reality really did happen.
the sight of her walking across the courtyard “like the dreams
of a previous life.”
Dong-ho’s mother recalls the struggle it took to keep going On the one hand, Dong-ho’s mother shares Eun-sook’s frustration
after Dong-ho died. For a time, even just putting food in her with the idea that some bodies must continue to function while
mouth felt exhausting. Eventually, though, she ended up getting others have ceased to work. But on the other hand, Dong-ho’s
involved with other bereaved parents, organizing for the day mother knows that continuing to fuel her body can allow her to
when Chun Doo-Hwan would next set foot in Gwangju. Dong- protest against the very forces that killed her son.
ho’s mother felt no fear as she prepared to throw stones and
protest the president—after all, what more could happen to
her?
To heal her foot, Dong-ho’s mother went to the hospital. While As Dong-ho’s mother joins forces with the other mothers, she finds
in treatment, she called her husband, instructing him to bring a strength from a crowd just as her soon did during the 5:18 protests.
banner she had made but not yet used to the following day’s And by working with the other mothers to metabolize the pain of
protest. Barely able to walk, Dong-ho’s mother leaned on their children’s deaths, Dong-ho’s mother’s actions suggest that
Dong-ho’s father as she shouted at Chun Doo-hwan, “you protest, too, can be a form of memory: a tangible way for her to
murdered my son.” After that, the mothers met often, honor her son’s life.
organizing and raising funds to go to protest meetings as far
away as Seoul. Even when police threw smoke grenades or
tried to separate them, the mothers found their way back to
each other.
The mothers vowed to continue their efforts forever, but when These poetic vignettes from Dong-ho’s life allow him to exist to
Dong-ho’s father died, Dong-ho’s mother lost steam. She both readers 30 years after he was killed, almost as vibrantly as he once
pities and envies her husband, as she wonders whether death existed to his mother. The fact that Dong-ho wanted to be a poet
brings reunions with lost loved ones, or only more emptiness. gives new meaning to the fact that so many of those who survived
Now, more memories of Dong-ho come. Dong-ho’s mother him have chosen to pay tribute to him in words, honing their prose
remembers how he nursed from her left breast, inadvertently and their testimony just as an older, writerly version of Dong-ho
reshaping her bent nipple. She remembers his eager crawling might have, had he lived long enough.
and unsteady walking. And she remembers how he insisted, “I
don’t like summer, but I like summer nights.” Dong-ho’s mother
used to wonder if her son would be a poet.
Early in the mornings, Dong-ho’s mother unwraps her son’s The death of her beloved youngest son has shaped Dong-ho’s
school ID and traces Dong-ho’s face with her fingers. mother’s life more than anything else. But here, she chooses to end
Sometimes, Dong-ho’s mother thinks back to long summertime her narrative with a continued hope in survival and growth, letting
walks with Dong-ho. Even though it was sweltering and Dong- her son’s memory “bloom” on the pages just as the flowers once did
ho was sweating, he would insist on walking in the sun—“let’s go in the sun.
over there, where the flowers are blooming,” he’d say.
In the first weeks of that winter, two strange men arrived at the The writer’s experience of the 5:18 massacre to some extent
house in Seoul in the middle of the night. They searched the parallels the experience readers have had. In both cases, the writer
house, and though the writer’s parents never explained what and readers feel connected to the uprising (while also being at a safe
was happening, she knew that her parents’ attempts to be calm remove). Also in both cases, disorientation, graphic imagery, and
concealed their panic. In the next few months, relatives warned fear give way to an understanding that Dong-ho, a bright young boy,
her parents that their phone lines might be tapped. And the was killed in a bout of political violence. More than just describing
writer learned that soldiers had shot Dong-ho, the youngest an event, then, language can also capture how an event might have
boy in the family who’d bought the Gwangju house from them. felt.
Two years later, the writer’s father returned home from a visit The writer now begins to more explicitly parallel her own life with
to Gwangju with a photo chapbook of the murdered and Dong-ho’s. Early in the novel, Dong-ho described how witnessing
missing. After the adults looked at the chapbook, they put it on violence felt—as if he had been struck by a “phantom bayonet." And
a high shelf, trying to keep it away from the children. But one in this scene, the writer describes her own connection to the
evening, when her parents were busy with dinner, the writer massacre in Gwangju with almost exactly the same language,
snuck the chapbook from the shelf and looked through it. The referencing a bayonet and describing an emotional puncture wound.
images she saw there—of young people shot, of a woman
whose face has been slashed by a bayonet—broke “something
tender deep inside.”
Now, in 2013, the writer returns to Gwangju. She sees that the In 2013, Park Chung-hee’s daughter had recently been elected
floor of the gym—where Dong-ho and the others once stored president, adding new urgency to the writer’s mission. Like Seon-ju,
corpses—has been dug up. The gingko trees outside have been the narrator, and Professor Yoon, the writer wants to amplify the
uprooted, and the only thing that remains on one of the walls is testimony of those who participated in the uprisings (“I’m here now,”
a large, framed version of the Taegukgi. The writer does her she says, determined to bear witness). At the same time, though, the
best to conjure the coffins that once filled this space. “I started young gingko tree, a favorite of Dong-ho’s, has been uprooted, a
too late,” she thinks. “But I’m here now.” reminder that no testimony can ever make up for what has been
lost.
The writer is staying with her younger brother, who still lives in Dong-ho’s mother alluded to construction happening across
Gwangju. She has not spent time in the city in years, and she is Gwangju, and the writer now sees the effects of this—the home she
surprised by how developed it has become, how unfamiliar all loved and the history she fears are slowly being erased, replaced by
the streets feel. Even her old hanok has been torn down and new, less fraught landmarks.
replaced with a prefabricated new house. Fortunately, many of
the writer’s father’s friends still live in Gwangju, and they help
her find pictures of Dong-ho from his middle school records.
The writer throws herself into her work, reading every As these haunting dreams suggest, even the writer—despite her
document she can get her hands on and avoiding friends temporal and geographic remove—now takes on some measure of
entirely. As she immerses herself in the document, she begins blame for Dong-ho’s death (and the deaths of other protestors). The
to have nightmares. In some dreams, she imagines that soldiers fact that the writer relies so heavily on archival documents once
are chasing her with a bayonet. In other dreams, she learns that again serves to emphasize that language can play an important role
all the 5:18 arrestees are going to be executed unless she in preserving and shaping historical narratives.
herself puts an end to it. And in one dream, the writer finds a
time machine to return to Gwangju in 1980, only to discover
she has programmed the machine incorrectly.
In January of 2013, the writer attends a wedding. She feels that Just as mourning took over Dong-ho’s mother’s life, the writer now
the bright colors and celebration is incongruous with her struggles with her own form of survivor’s guilt. She also begins to see
thoughts about Dong-ho. The research throbs in her mind: the how crowds can provoke brutality across the globe, allowing soldiers
soldiers who committed brutality “without hesitation and to perform horrific acts “without regret.” After all, why would a
without regret,” the way Chun Doo-hwan’s government found person “hesitat[e]” to engage in torture when everyone around them
encouragement for violence in the Cambodian government’s is doing the same thing?
genocide of its own people.
In one interview the writer reads, a survivor compares torture This idea that trauma is cancerous echoes Seon-ju’s earlier thought
to cancer—in both cases, the memories grow and metastasize, that memories of violence have almost radioactive half-lives. Again,
as “life attacks itself.” Whenever the narrator sees police the writer’s own experience of youth is marked by the knowledge
violence, she immediately thinks of Gwangju. And with that somewhere a few hundred miles to the south, a young boy will
memories of Gwangju come memories of childhood fear. When never again get the basic experiences of childhood that seem so
she would do her homework as a little girl, lying on her quotidian to her.
stomach, the writer always wondered whether Dong-ho used
to lie like that, too.
Eventually, the writer goes to the new house where her old Both the new construction where the hanok used to be and the new
hanok used to be. The new owner is warm at first, speaking in owner’s sudden coldness demonstrate the ways in which Gwangju
the classic Gwangju dialect, but when she hears the writer’s has changed. But even as the city Dong-ho lived in is disappearing,
Seoul speech, this woman grows cold. After some conversation, those who love him and want to honor his memory—like his middle
she tells the writer that the man who sold her the house works brother, always grieving—remain.
as a lecturer at a middling “cram school.” The writer arranges to
meet with this man, who is Dong-ho’s middle brother.
The writer acknowledges that just as there were some As the narrative nears its end, the writer begins to question the
especially aggressive soldiers, there were also some soldiers principle—repeated by many characters—that crowds always
who loathed violence. Like the student militias, these were the change behavior. Some soldiers resisted the brutal groupthink
soldiers who carried guns but refused to fire them, or pointed around them, for example. And while each protestor found strength
them up to the sky to avoid wounding others. The writer from the crowd, they were also all individuals, with families and
wonders if the students in the militia were true victims, or if passions and quirks. Though this novel might be written about
their commitment to death was their away of avoiding Dong-ho, a novel with as much dignity and detail could be written
victimhood—of maintaining their dignity even in the most about any one of the protestors shot down at Gwangju.
brutal circumstances.
“Dong-ho,” the writer thinks, “I need you to take my hand and This section blurs the lines between prose and poetry, between
guide me away from all this. Away to where the light shines fiction and autobiography, and between life and death. The writer
through, to where the flowers bloom.” For a moment, the writer now imagines Dong-ho in the language she has attributed to his
imagines Dong-ho guiding her through the gravestones, the mother, calling him into physical being just as his grieving parents
snow melting around his trackpants. In reality, though, the do. Importantly, just as Dong-ho empowers his mother to continue
writer simply leaves a note for her brother and heads to the living and protesting, he helps the writer finish her story. It is also
graveyard. She remembers the older brother writing to her worth noting that despite his hesitations about the Taegukgi, Dong-
about burying Dong-ho’s body. The older brother had polished ho is buried in it, perhaps a reflection of his family’s faith that his
the skull before covering Dong-ho with the Taegukgi, knowing activism would one day right their country’s past wrongs.
this task would be too painful for their mother.
At last, the writer finds Dong-ho’s grave in the Mangwol-dong At the very beginning of the novel, Dong-ho used candles to deal
cemetery. She has brought a few candles, which she now lights. with death: candles masked the stench of the corpses killed in the
As she kneels before the grave, she realizes that her ankles are massacre, but they also honored the victims’ lives. Now, the writer
getting cold—she is standing in a snowbank. But still she stands does the same thing to memorialize her subject, coming to terms
there, staring, “mute, at that flame’s wavering outline, fluttering with his death by placing a candle by his gravestone. But in
like a bird’s translucent wing.” mourning and remembering the loss of young Dong-ho, the writer
also gives tangible form to his soul—which “flutters” like a “bird,” just
as Dong-ho predicted it would.
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