I'll Be Right There - A Novel
Verlag | Random House US |
Auflage | 2014 |
Seiten | 330 |
Format | 13,7 x 21 x 2 cm |
Gewicht | 396 g |
Artikeltyp | Englisches Buch |
ISBN-10 | 1590516737 |
EAN | 9781590516737 |
Bestell-Nr | 59051673UA |
How friendship, European Literature, and a charismatic professor defy war, oppression, and the absurd.
Klappentext:
Set in 1980s South Korea amid the tremors of political revolution, I'll Be Right There follows Jung Yoon, a highly literate, 20-something-year-old woman, as she recounts her tragic personal history as well as those of her three intimate college friends. When Yoon receives a distressing phone call from her ex-boyfriend after eight years of separation, memories of a tumultuous youth begin to resurface, forcing her to re-live the most intense period of her life.
Leseprobe:
It was my first phone call from him in eight years.
I recognized his voice right away. As soon as he said, "Hello?" I asked, "Where are you?" He didn't say anything. Eight years - it was not a short length of time. Broken down into hours, the number would be unimaginable. I say it had been eight years, but we had stopped talking even before then. Once, at some get-together with friends, we had avoided each other's eyes the whole time, and only when everyone was parting ways did we each other's hand without the others seeing. That was it.
I don't remember where we were. Only that it was after midnight, summer, and we were standing in front of some steep staircase in a hidden corner of the city. There must have been a fruit stand nearby. The scent floating in the humid air reminded me of biting into a plum. Taking his hand and letting it go was my way of saying good-bye. I did not know what he was thinking, but for me, all of the words I wanted to say to him had collected inside ofme like pearls. I could not bring myself to say goodbye or see you later . If I had opened my mouth to say a single word, all of the other expired words would have followed and spilled to the ground, as if the string that held them together had snapped. Since I still clung to the memory of how we had grown and matured together, I was vexed by the thought that there would be no controlling my feelings once they came undone. But outwardly I feigned a look of composure. I did not want to spoil my memories of how we used to rely on each other.
Time is never fair or easy for anyone - not now and not eight years ago. When I calmly asked him where he was, despite not having heard from him in all of that time, I realized that the words I had not been able to say to him then were no longer pent up inside me.