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[Han Kang] ï 흰 [black-literature PDF] Ebook Epub Download Ù I hold nothing dear Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my life In the beautiful, mysterious world of colours white retains an exceptional position White is purity, light, clarity, sanctity, fragility White is the symbol of the union between two people and the colour of mourning in East Asian culture In Greece, white is the colour of purity and the sun The houses in our islands are white washed to reflect its rays In China, white is worn in funerals to symbolise gratitude and in Korea, it symbolizes the clarity of the passage to a less troubling world In Peru, white is associated with good health and prosperity In the Balkan countries, white is associated with snow, light and the wisdom of the human I am quite unsure how to review this brilliant little book I think it is something that needs to be experienced rather than read about Told in a series of very short musings on different white things, Han Kang circles her own grief and Warsaw s scarred history in a way that I found absolutely moving I read the book mostly in one sitting it is very short and can only recommend doing that This way the interplay between the blank spaces on the page, the photography, and the writing worked to create an immersive experience.
Han Kang s writing is economical there is not a spare word to be found It gives the impression of deep concentration and thoughtfulness which worked extremely well for this book Another way to describe her prose would be elegant and precise I loved this I find there Such a difficult book to describe, difficult to review A very unconventional narrative, but the writing is just gorgeous Sad at times, a reflection on the sister that she never knew using the color white Descriptions of the feelings these things invoke, politics, reminders of the past, present Meaningful Things that make one ponder, ask questions.
Lace curtain Is it because of some billowing whiteness within us, unsullied, inviolate, that our encounters with objects so pristine never fail to leave us moved Breath cloud On cold mornings,chat first White cloud of escaping breath is proof that we are living Proof of our bodies warmth Handkerchief A single handkerchief drifted down, slowest of all, finally to the ground Like a bird with it s wings half furled Like a soul tentatively sounding out a place it might alight Each item is fo This is the 3rd book I ve read by Han Kang, a phenomenal contemporary Korean writer The Vegetarian.
.
was fierce with haunting prose making it very hard to put down It was gut wrenching painful for me personally having survived the horrific years when our daughter was starving herself to death.
.
Yet.
I knew I was reading something brilliant I became an instant fan of Han Kang.
The next book I read by this young exceptional author was Human Acts It was brutal one that I continued to feel its depths long after I read it Do you ever throw your hands up in the air literary clueless in understanding why people are cruel, mean, cold hearted TO YOU.
well.
take it 1,000 steps.
Why do we have such extreme violence in the world Bloody frightening riots killing hundreds of people at a time Han wrote about how a single event changed a nation in South Korea Both books were devastatingly powerf I hold nothing dear Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my life In the beautiful, mysterious world of colours white retains an exceptional position White is purity, light, clarity, sanctity, fragility White is the symbol of the union between two people and the colour of mourning in East Asian culture In Greece, white is the colour of purity and the sun The houses in our islands are white washed to reflect its rays In China, white is worn in funerals to symbolise gratitude and in Korea, it symbolizes the clarity of the passage to a less troubling world In Peru, white is associated with good health and prosperity In the Balkan countries, white is associated with snow, light and the wisdom of the human I am quite unsure how to review this brilliant little book I think it is something that needs to be experienced rather than read about Told in a series of very short musings on different white things, Han Kang circles her own grief and Warsaw s scarred history in a way that I found absolutely moving I read the book mostly in one sitting it is very short and can only recommend doing that This way the interplay between the blank spaces on the page, the photography, and the writing worked to create an immersive experience.
Han Kang s writing is economical there is not a spare word to be found It gives the impression of deep concentration and thoughtfulness which worked extremely well for this book Another way to describe her prose would be elegant and precise I loved this I find there Such a difficult book to describe, difficult to review A very unconventional narrative, but the writing is just gorgeous Sad at times, a reflection on the sister that she never knew using the color white Descriptions of the feelings these things invoke, politics, reminders of the past, present Meaningful Things that make one ponder, ask questions.
Lace curtain Is it because of some billowing whiteness within us, unsullied, inviolate, that our encounters with objects so pristine never fail to leave us moved Breath cloud On cold mornings,chat first White cloud of escaping breath is proof that we are living Proof of our bodies warmth Handkerchief A single handkerchief drifted down, slowest of all, finally to the ground Like a bird with it s wings half furled Like a soul tentatively sounding out a place it might alight Each item is fo This is the 3rd book I ve read by Han Kang, a phenomenal contemporary Korean writer The Vegetarian.
.
was fierce with haunting prose making it very hard to put down It was gut wrenching painful for me personally having survived the horrific years when our daughter was starving herself to death.
.
Yet.
I knew I was reading something brilliant I became an instant fan of Han Kang.
The next book I read by this young exceptional author was Human Acts It was brutal one that I continued to feel its depths long after I read it Do you ever throw your hands up in the air literary clueless in understanding why people are cruel, mean, cold hearted TO YOU.
well.
take it 1,000 steps.
Why do we have such extreme violence in the world Bloody frightening riots killing hundreds of people at a time Han wrote about how a single event changed a nation in South Korea Both books were devastatingly powerf Hmm I don t know what to make of this book.
It s elegant, in a minimalist, subdued kind of way The font size is minuscule, there s a lot of white space and empty pages.
There are some nice passages, but also a whole lot of simple, simplistic, and I don t get the point kind of writing writing for the sake of writing, or better said, I was reading it and not getting much out of it, despite wanting to I don t know it s one of those concept books You definitely have to be in the right kind of mood frame of mind to appreciate it.
Or maybe not It s not terrible I wouldn t call it great either It s probably one of those books you give value to because of who the writer is Probably I don t really know A short and intensely personal and poetic meditation but a very difficult one to encapsulate in a review.
The starting point is a simple list of white things but the book is haunted by many darker undertones I am not sure how much I understood but it felt profoundly human, spare and elegant, every word charged.
This is my second book from the Man Booker International longlist I had already read Die, My Love and bought this one before it was announced.
From The Winner Of The Man Booker International Prize For The Vegetarian Both The Most Autobiographical And The Most Experimental Book To Date From South Korean Master Han Kang Written While On A Writer S Residency In Warsaw, A City Palpably Scarred By The Violence Of The Past, The Narrator Finds Herself Haunted By The Story Of Her Older Sister, Who Died A Mere Two Hours After Birth A Fragmented Exploration Of White Things The Swaddling Bands That Were Also Her Shroud, The Breast Milk She Did Not Live To Drink, The Blank Page On Which The Narrator Herself Attempts To Reconstruct The Story Unfold In A Powerfully Poetic Distillation As She Walks The Unfamiliar, Snow Streaked Streets, Lined By Buildings Formerly Obliterated In The Second World War, Their Identities Blur And Overlap As The Narrator Wonders, Can I Give This Life To You The White Book Is A Book Like No Other It Is A Meditation On A Colour, On The Tenacity And Fragility Of The Human Spirit, And Our Attempts To Graft New Life From The Ashes Of Destruction Photographs In Print Edition Only Now shortlisted for the Man Booker International and alongside Flights, one of the two outstanding remaining books For God s sake don t die Around an hour later, the baby was dead They lay there on the kitchen floor, my mother on her side with the dead baby clutched to her chest, feeling the cold gradually enter into the flesh, sinking through to the bone No crying Chapter 5 of Han Kang s quite brilliant Human Acts, as per Deborah Smith s English translation, concludes with the words Don t die Just don t die She explained at the time through writing the life of torture survivor Lim Seon ju, I again experienced things which it seems that, as a woman like her, I did not want to have to bear And so, at first this chapter had the tone of observing Seon ju from of a distance, one night in August 2002 I then realised that this was because I had been t This comes across as a series of meditations on things that are white, written as vignettes in probing and poignant language you could call prose poetry I was delighted with the majority of than 60 pieces, most 1 2 pages long, as wonderful play with metaphors of white But I was also drawn past delight to accommodation to dark and melancholy paths The narrator, reflecting back from elderly years, is sharing how she comes to terms with many sources of suffering through the power of language We get little nuggets suggesting hard life during the Korean War and sources of grief like her mother s loss of a prematurely born sibling The collection includes wintry pieces on frost, snow, sleet, and fog, the austerity of the moon, and moonlight, the blank exuberance of white flowers and white butterflies, the apparent spiritual messages carried by white birds, the primal mem I hold nothing dear Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my lifeWhy you keep on doing this to me, Han KangWhyThis is the 3rd time you have aesthetically broken my heart andI loved it



A short and intensely personal and poetic meditation but a very difficult one to encapsulate in a review.
The starting point is a simple list of white things but the book is haunted by many darker undertones I am not sure how much I understood but it felt profoundly human, spare and elegant, every word charged.
This is my second book from the Man Booker International longlist I had already read Die, My Love and bought this one before it was announced.
Hmm I don t know what to make of this book.
It s elegant, in a minimalist, subdued kind of way The font size is minuscule, there s a lot of white space and empty pages.
There are some nice passages, but also a whole lot of simple, simplistic, and I don t get the point kind of writing writing for the sake of writing, or better said, I was reading it and not getting much out of it, despite wanting to I don t know it s one of those concept books You definitely have to be in the right kind of mood frame of mind to appreciate it.
Or maybe not It s not terrible I wouldn t call it great either It s probably one of those books you give value to because of who the writer is Probably I don t really know Now shortlisted for the Man Booker International and alongside Flights, one of the two outstanding remaining books For God s sake don t die Around an hour later, the baby was dead They lay there on the kitchen floor, my mother on her side with the dead baby clutched to her chest, feeling the cold gradually enter into the flesh, sinking through to the bone No crying Chapter 5 of Han Kang s quite brilliant Human Acts, as per Deborah Smith s English translation, concludes with the words Don t die Just don t die She explained at the time through writing the life of torture survivor Lim Seon ju, I again experienced things which it seems that, as a woman like her, I did not want to have to bear And so, at first this chapter had the tone of observing Seon ju from of a distance, one night in August 2002 I then realised that this was because I had been t This comes across as a series of meditations on things that are white, written as vignettes in probing and poignant language you could call prose poetry I was delighted with the majority of than 60 pieces, most 1 2 pages long, as wonderful play with metaphors of white But I was also drawn past delight to accommodation to dark and melancholy paths The narrator, reflecting back from elderly years, is sharing how she comes to terms with many sources of suffering through the power of language We get little nuggets suggesting hard life during the Korean War and sources of grief like her mother s loss of a prematurely born sibling The collection includes wintry pieces on frost, snow, sleet, and fog, the austerity of the moon, and moonlight, the blank exuberance of white flowers and white butterflies, the apparent spiritual messages carried by white birds, the primal mem I hold nothing dear Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my lifeWhy you keep on doing this to me, Han KangWhyThis is the 3rd time you have aesthetically broken my heart andI loved it

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