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The Strawberry Field

The Strawberry Field by Shin Kyung Sook Translated by Gabriel Sylvian and sweated bullets for more than half an hour in class. Some dead poet. I wrote a dissertation on his literary world, yet I spent the whole day trying to remember his name, and with it, endless writings and episodes stored in my brain--all lost. Suddenly my once formidable associative functions and imaginative powers were unavailable to my memory--all gone, together with the name. That name--I must have seen it a thousand, ten thousand times. What was the title of the book of poems you dropped under the desk, Yu, the day I discovered you? Even that memory's gone. My students were looking at me. Their stares cut right through to the hollow of my being. I think my amnesia was worsening even at that moment. My forehead oozing sweat. You seem unwell. How about just stopping the class now. Startled, amnesic eye. . . . My eyes. I got a surprise telephone call from a man yesterday afternoon. I was pouring some Yaksan germanium spring water into a kettle for tea. A silence welled up inside me when I heard his voice. It 11 'm forgetting everything about my 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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University of Hawai'I Press
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Copyright © 2008 President and Fellows of Harvard College
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1944-6500
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Abstract

by Shin Kyung Sook Translated by Gabriel Sylvian and sweated bullets for more than half an hour in class. Some dead poet. I wrote a dissertation on his literary world, yet I spent the whole day trying to remember his name, and with it, endless writings and episodes stored in my brain--all lost. Suddenly my once formidable associative functions and imaginative powers were unavailable to my memory--all gone, together with the name. That name--I must have seen it a thousand, ten thousand times. What was the title of the book of poems you dropped under the desk, Yu, the day I discovered you? Even that memory's gone. My students were looking at me. Their stares cut right through to the hollow of my being. I think my amnesia was worsening even at that moment. My forehead oozing sweat. You seem unwell. How about just stopping the class now. Startled, amnesic eye. . . . My eyes. I got a surprise telephone call from a man yesterday afternoon. I was pouring some Yaksan germanium spring water into a kettle for tea. A silence welled up inside me when I heard his voice. It 11 'm forgetting everything about my

Journal

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

Published: Jan 28, 2008

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