Great Novelist

“I got some warm water and put on a tea bag. ”

The green tea teabag he took out with the paper cup was in the cup. Warm steam was rising. He goes to the other side of the border and settles down. I even had two cups of tea on my desk. He took out a laptop that looked like it belonged to the school.

C. Probably borrowed from his teacher.

Next to it was a piece of paper with some basic questions. He swipes sideways so that the contents are invisible to him.

“So I'm going to do an interview now. You're a good writer, aren't you? ”

“Yeah, I'm fine. You mean respect? ”

“Of course. It's an official interview. Basic courtesy.”

He smiled like a monkey. The sound of the heater turning faintly sounds.

“Let me ask you the first question. Where were you born? ”

I saw the interview. The writer's life has a lot of impact on his work. In interviews with overseas writers, I often asked these questions. He responded happily to the atmosphere.

“I was born in Seoul and have always lived in the city, but I don't just live by building forests. ”

“Does that mean you've traveled a lot? ”

The following questions come naturally: I didn't look at the questionnaire. He was changing or making up questions depending on the situation. It was evidence that it was listening to the other person's answer, even though it seemed nothing, and it was evidence that it understood well. At the same time, the direction of the interview

It means to hold firmly.

I felt that I was interviewing now.

“No, there are places in Seoul with rural landscapes. Even if it's not the best neighborhood. This school is built around mountains, so there's a lot of insect crying. ”

“There's a lot of urbanization going on in the countryside. It's true that the boundaries are blurring. ”

You hear the keyboard. I received an interview and wrote it down. I couldn't do it because I didn't have a machine to record it.

“Is that what you came up with when you saw the sand? ”

“No. Sand dunes are stories that I actually thought about going to the ocean. ”

“Oh, personally. ”

He wrote something on the questionnaire. Then I postponed the story about the work and focused on the author first.

“Sand is your first work, right? You're from Moon Ye-won. Have you been writing before? ”

“Yes, it was a small hobby. ”

“What did you write? ”

“I didn't cover the genre. It's a hobby, it's nothing to be stubborn about. As I wanted, I wrote freely according to the mood of the day. ”

“You're pretty handy when you say that, but have you ever had a professional education? ”

“No, it's all the time in the literature and the language. ”

“What's the secret to good writing? ”

“There's no secret. Oh, this is Moon, the teacher in the portfolio, who says you can use it a lot. ”

His eyes narrow.

“Don't you think it's a natural gift? ”

He smiled lightly and said.

“I think a lot of writing is not just about talent. ”

His hands are busy moving. I was a person who knew how to do various things at once. I ask questions with my mouth and write the following questions with my head and with my hands. I was very talented.

“You said you'd use it a lot. So how much do you write? ”

“Well, I don't use it on a daily basis. I don't know.”

“I understand.”

He retreats. Conserves his strength at the side branches.

“How do you see the current state of fame in your writing at school? ”

He was silent for a moment. That's a great thing to say about fame. When he said that, he looked like a monkey with an expressive expression.

“Hey, I need a little bit of this. Fame calls for fame. ”

There is no turning back from this. He eventually saved his old experience and replaced the answer with cliché.

“Well, I don't know if it's famous, but I'm sure someone's reading it anyway. I just want to say thank you. ”

He was satisfied and began to ask questions about sand.

“In the sand, there is a medium called stone. She thought it meant a lot, but at the end of the day she threw it on the beach. Can I assume that the meaning of the stone has changed? ”

I don't care if you think so. He nods.

“I don't think the topic of this article is going to change, but is it going to end the opposite way? ”

“Maybe so. I wrote as it flowed. ”

“What do you mean it's gone? ”

“Whether it changes or doesn't change, it means it's there. ”

“How did you get there? ”

You are persistent. He clears his mind for a moment and opens his mouth.

“It was my grandmother who gave meaning to the stone. And you picked it up. It doesn't change the fact that she was her, whether she had the stone or not. And I wrote looking at this. ”

Yes, that's what he wanted to express.

“We can take for granted the fact that there was a young day for our grandmother. On a young day, she and her grandmother were the same person, but they could be interpreted differently. It changed for someone, and it hasn't changed for anyone. ”

He frowns. I don't understand.

“You mean there's no big difference between changing and staying the same? ”

“It is said that distinguishing between them is their own. ”

Who will see her? What will you see the stone with? It was all up to the owner of the eye.

“Very rough, but I get it. ”

“That's all I need. If you are obsessed with the meaning, it will be fun to read. But he's been back and forth ever since. Are you out of your fucking mind? ”

“Oops, excuse me. Next, then.”

He clears his throat and conducts the interview again.

“A moment ago, I told you that sand dunes go to the sea and come up with a story about them. ”

“There's nothing to talk about. That's all I could think about when I went to the ocean. ”

When I answered the question loudly, he added.

“There are many things in the sea, aren't there? What in particular made the sand the centerpiece? When I read it, I felt that the sand here had a very important meaning. ”

He imagined a sand egg sticking to her in blue jeans. The reason I brought it up comes together.

“Actually, quite the opposite. ”

“No?”

“I didn't go to the ocean. I went to the ocean to write. ”

He looked at the explanation with the desired eyes. He said casually.

“That's why I'm not here. ”

It was impulsive. It was a meeting. After that, the reason for the metaphysical phenomenon that was mixed with fate and coincidence would be prolonged, but I did not want to explain it.

He quickly and quietly moves on to the next.

“This is what the plot says, and the protagonist takes a gift and leaves for the sea. But what's unusual is that there's no representation of the person who gave the gift in the work. ”

“Yes.”

“Let me ask you this directly. Who are you?”

At first he held a formal interview, but now he's a participant. If I was clumsy, I was clumsy, but this was more my taste than a plated interview.

“It doesn't matter to anyone. That means I didn't describe it in a novel. I could be a reader, I could be a writer. Or her acquaintance or family. What's important is that someone gave you a gift, and you got a gift.

C. ”

“That's where the story begins. ”

“Yes, her journey begins with the love of others. ”

“Without saying a word. ”

“Gifts don't need talking. Empathy happens without words. We can communicate with foreigners and longcats. ”

He saw his face. He looked like a monkey, too. What if he really was a monkey? Perhaps you do not understand his questions, and you will not understand his answers. The interview's gonna be a disaster. There are many misunderstandings and conflicts.

But there's got to be something that works. Different languages and different races allowed us to share our emotions.

“So, one last question about sand. If you look at the grains of sand, at the beginning, there's a scene that refers to a day that repeats itself in front of the school. Can I see this as a criticism of the education system? ”

He shrugged his shoulders lightly, removing his eyes from his face, which looked a little more monkey-like than before.

“It's actually a place where you start the class and then you finish the class again. I didn't try to use it badly. The way I empathized with the phrase is that I left my hand. ”

He gives you a slightly grumpy look.

“Will you show me a little inside? ”

He thought a little and said lightly.

“Well, I'm an active student. ”

He smiles. It was almost finished. He strokes the keyboard slowly, then hesitates a little.

“This might be a bit of a sensitive question, would you be okay with that? ”

Secretly moxa. My cheeks resembling monkeys were a little shaky. He asked me to say it first.

“In fact, I read a book called Sand Eggs and I wondered, ”

I asked him what the question was.

“I've been writing for a long time, and you're such a handwriting writer. ”

He takes a breath. I was very preoccupied.

“I wonder if they didn't get an award for the pertussis at the school. ”

Questions were raised in places I hadn't thought about since I was mobbed. He recovered the memory he had forgotten. I remembered the face of the western chef eating chicken.

“Oh, that. ”

The monkey glitters at his reaction.

“Were you unable to perform in the pertussis? ”

“No.”

Rather, they exerted too much.

“Haven't you been interrupted by someone? ”

“It wasn't like that. ”

“I'm sure there's something special going on back there. ”

“Not really.”

He said.

“I just didn't have enough. ”

He stops his hand. He was filled with complaints. That's how the interviewers express their feelings.

“Oh, tell me more. ”

“It's nothing. Sure."

“Saying you're short doesn't work. Make a more reasonable excuse. ”

“Oh, my God. ”

He decided to brief me on the persistent biting barrel.

“The result was entirely my fault. I forgot the place and chose the direction of the writing. I was disqualified.”

“What was it? What did you pick? ”

“Gypsum.”

“Oh, that's the strangest choice. What did you do to get yourself disqualified? ”

He said, thinking about the content of the writing at that time.

“Animals come out. ”

“Animals?”

He said the characters in the novel.

“Do you know a creature called Bonobos? He's a peaceful animal. ”

He felt it all at once.

“Did you portray a mating scene? But will that be disqualified? Isn't it scientific because it's a creature? ”

“Well, it wasn't in your judgment. ”

“I'd really like to read it. ”

He thinks of something and moves his hand. He didn't have a clue what kind of article would come out.

“Don't be so irritating. ”

“Don't worry. I don't write articles once or twice. The main part is sand. ”

His hands get busy.

“So this is the last question of the interview today. ”

“Yes.”

He waited for his question, feeling a little uneasy. He opened his mouth.

“There's a professional writer with you. He's the author of the best-selling book in the book store. It's called a fluke. What do you think of him? ”

End of interview with monkey (2)

lim Han-baek