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My Purple Sofa

My Purple Sofa by Jo Kyung Ran Translated by Theresa Joo house I was invited to was unusually cold inside. While the others were drinking beer, reheating stir-fried octopus, frying more oyster and scallion cakes, and playing poker, I was practically hugging the kerosene heater in the middle of the living room. Since we are in a new year now, it must have happened at the end of last year. I went all out trying to look my best, so I wore the black threeseason dress with the scooped neckline underneath the coat, and a velvet scarf to fill in the scoop--and that's all it took. It was a dinner get-together, and the couple who hosted it were the only people I recognized. The moment I took my coat off I felt goose bumps on my arms, and even where the scarf covered me. The husband draped a cardigan over my shoulders. Imagine: a worn-out brown cardigan with a black dress--they simply do not go together. And so the cardigan ended up over my knees and I made do the best I could. There were all sorts of people there--a man who sells china wholesale at Namdaemun, someone who's been a http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

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Abstract

by Jo Kyung Ran Translated by Theresa Joo house I was invited to was unusually cold inside. While the others were drinking beer, reheating stir-fried octopus, frying more oyster and scallion cakes, and playing poker, I was practically hugging the kerosene heater in the middle of the living room. Since we are in a new year now, it must have happened at the end of last year. I went all out trying to look my best, so I wore the black threeseason dress with the scooped neckline underneath the coat, and a velvet scarf to fill in the scoop--and that's all it took. It was a dinner get-together, and the couple who hosted it were the only people I recognized. The moment I took my coat off I felt goose bumps on my arms, and even where the scarf covered me. The husband draped a cardigan over my shoulders. Imagine: a worn-out brown cardigan with a black dress--they simply do not go together. And so the cardigan ended up over my knees and I made do the best I could. There were all sorts of people there--a man who sells china wholesale at Namdaemun, someone who's been a

Journal

Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & CultureUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Jan 28, 2008

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