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Formally audacious and remarkably compelling, Yi Sang’s works were uniquely situated amid the literary experiments of world literature in the early twentieth century and the political upheaval of 1930s Japanese occupied Korea. While his life ended prematurely at the age of twenty-seven, Yi Sang’s work endures as one of the great revolutionary legacies of modern Korean literature. Presenting the work of the influential Korean modernist master, this carefully curated selection assembles poems, essays, and stories that ricochet off convention in a visionary and daring response to personal and national trauma, reminding us that to write from the avant-garde is a form of civil disobedience.

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ISBN-13: 9781950268085
Publisher: Wave Books
Publication date: 09/08/2020
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 717,293
Product dimensions: 7.00(w) x 9.00(h) x (d)

About the Author

Yi Sang (1920-1937) was a painter, architect, poet and writer of 1930s Korea, when Korean peninsula was under Japanese colonial rule. Yi Sang wrote and published in both Korean and Japanese until his early death from tuberculosis at the age of 27, after imprisonment by Japanese police for thought crimes in Tokyo. His work shows innovative engagement with European modernism, especially that of Surrealism and Dada. He is considered one of the most experimental writers of Korean modernism.

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His (spider) eyes looked wasted and he entered, tipsy, from drinking. His glassy eyes observed Mayumi the lump of meat as if in envy. Wife—Mayumi—wife—my wife who keeps getting skinny—my skewer-thin wife—stop getting so thin—take a look at Mayumi—her ample bust and chubby face, puff, puff, puff—life’s not fair—one puffs up like a corn cracker and the other shrinks, barely visible—let’s see—he could see her body bloating up like a toasted rice cake. But his eyeballs only wiggled up and down like the goldfish inside a fish tank. He could only faintly see Mayumi’s pudgy face moving slowly like seaweed. O giggled, screamed, clapped, and giggled again inside the stink of her makeup.

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