Great Novelist

“Hello."

As he enters the building, the speaker sees the person greeting him and bows his head. I was a Lee Pyeong-jin critic who has been making a lot of faces on the news lately.

“Keep an eye on the broadcast. ”

“I'm ashamed.”

They walked together because they had the same destination. His yellow tie rattles.

“I haven't seen you since the last session. ”

“I see.”

He was a judging member of the Tokyo Literature Award. A panel of four novelists and three critics held a monthly reading session to comment on the books of the year. Thus, today was the day of the shortlist of 15 books narrowed down to 15.

“What books can you fit in four fingers? ”

“I don't know.”

The speaker cared. All the books to be drawn by the judges' votes were a result of a mixture of the writer's blood and sweat. There is no ranking in literature, but the existence of prizes gives numbers to all targets.

“I'm excited to see who will take the glory of the year. ”

In Pyeongjin's words, the speaker smiled bitterly. There is still a prize and many people want it. Literature awards are an honorable thing. Among them, the Tokyo Literature Award was a big place. It doesn't matter if you're new or established. The topic, content or length of the article are not limited. Only artwork.

is selected.

“This year is special. ”

Pyeongjin was somewhat excited. Because this year was special, as he said.

“Maybe there will be a youngest winner. ”

“Yes.”

Fifteen authors who wrote 15 works were mainly thirty-four. This was a year where their actions were particularly prominent. Among them, there were extraordinary beings.

“Coincidental writer. ”

There's not a whole lot of buzz in this industry. There are some children who are literate or have a sense of language. But it takes a lot of time for them to write great works. But what about coincidence? It takes less than a year to make the next bet.

And the content was great. Surprised everyone.

“Who knew flowers could bloom like this? ”

The title "Cry" came out of his mouth. The speaker recalled his criticism and said:

“By the way, Pyeongjin didn't like his debut very much, did he? ”

“Well, I did. until I read his next book. ”

Pyeongjin admitted it quietly. He didn't like the young writer very much. Purely coincidental writer who approached human emotions. Obviously, his writing was good. It was not writable at that age, but at the same time only writable at that age. Clean content and skilled sentences, including:

It was a crab debut.

“Stars were stronger than writers. ”

But at that time, I thought the public's reaction was overestimation. Critics were blind to the writer's peculiarity, so they could not make cold judgments. I thought there was a coincidence with the sense of genius.

“But I didn't. ”

“Or what?"

“I was underestimating it. A writer by chance.”

He was a writer. He didn't reveal his face, just wrote his own. In less than a year, we announced the next chapter. It was called Crying. Pyeongjin thought he would follow the many geniuses who disappeared, leaving only his inner debut. There's no mercy in writing.

C. If you believe in talent, it will be taken away immediately. It absorbs every talent that a writer has into the last drop. That's how you get out into the world. Live forever.

“The crying was great. We jumped ahead of the debut. We got deeper and deeper. He grew up instead of falling down. I thought maybe we had a deal with the Devil. ”

We don't know what a coincidence is. I don't know what he looks like, what he sounds like. So I came closer more afraid. In fact, I feel like I'm going to be disappointed when I see him.

The speaker smiled.

“Should the judges be so biased? ”

“I say this in front of the book writer. You're cold in front of his work. ”

“I respect my disciples. ”

It's pointless to win a prize with the help of a teacher. Rather, the user ignores the target as the same writer.

I reached my destination while having this conversation. The two of them entered the trial. There was a huge desk bent over with Yooseong. Other judges who had arrived in advance stood up and greeted politely as they entered the speech. We asked for each other's greetings and made promises.

The door of the trial was closed as soon as possible.

“From now on, I will vote on the final candidate for Tokyo literature. ”

The Facilitator from the Association said: That's how the ballot went.

“We will announce the results. ”

The executive heard the result table. The speaker sat still and listened to him. He started out with a lot of votes.

“This is the most voted work. Coincidental writer's cry. ”

The truth settled quietly. There was intense excitement in it. The speech shared that feeling with everyone in the deep. There is a strange tension. The following works have been published:

“The writer's cubicle during the reception. ”

The speaker nodded. I liked this one.

“A finger that rings the bell of a algebraic writer. ”

The flank groans a little. It reminded me of a grotesque scene.

“Finally, I remember the lightning bolt on the day of Beacon Jun writer. These four works have been finalized. ”

The booklet looked at the tally. We're out of tickets.

“This is an unusual year. ”

A jury member said: Up until now, the tables have been generally evenly divided. He could not easily conceal his superiority. The game that always used to be ice cubes broke this year.

“There's a lot of crying, too. ”

“What happens when a writer rides? ”

“Youngest, right?”

You hear chatter. The writer stumbled upon a vote. There was nothing to say, as the book put a vote in his work. The Tokyo Literature Award, one of Korea's top three literature awards. In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the best prize for the length novel. Each of the judges commented.

“Bonjoong writer tends to pay attention to expression. They have great sentences. I envy them every time I read them. It was also impressive to continue to reflect on the foundation with a twisted gaze. ”

“With ringing fingers, it was also a good story to develop, as tense as a rollercoaster. It's very easy to follow the sentence. And then there's the weight. Perhaps it is the algebra writer who handles this boundary best. which is a little bit too much. ”

“The writer published a slightly different story this year. It was far from what he had sought. And by the looks of it, the change was successful. The closed story he wrote was fresh. ”

It's your turn. The speaker opens his mouth.

“Coincidental writer. ”

Everyone's gaze was focused. Coincidental writer. He was alone. It was special, so I get more attention. However, the Tokyo Literature Award is an award for a work, not a writer. The speaker fixed the horse.

“Coincidentally, the writer's writing is exhaustive. ”

His writing was exhausted. Never diluted Once you read it, it cannot be deleted and you cannot go back until you read it. Stay and influence

“It's really embarrassing. ”

*

“Phew.”

Nam-Kyung took a deep breath. I've been staring at the phone in front of me for 30 minutes.

“Calm down.”

The blind editor next to him said, but he replied roughly. I'm not nervous. I'm not nervous. You might get the youngest ever award for Korean Literature.

“I'm the one who got the call. I feel responsible for my shoulders. ”

“If the other writer gets it, take the kimchi soup like that. ”

He said that while staring at the phone.

“I'm not saying that. Denial.”

The blind editor shakes his head and focuses on his work. However, I had to stop my hand on the shivering desk soon.

“You're drifting too hard. ”

“Am I not shaking right now? ”

The blind editor raises his hands. In fact, it was not an exaggeration to say that the entire publisher was nervous. If by chance you win an Tokyo Literature Prize, the wavelength will be even more powerful. Every time you promote the sound of crying, the word "Tokyo Literature Prize" will follow, and I don't know what the prize is.

People will choose a book on that phrase. More sales and publishers are busy.

“I can lose the language of God again. ”

“That's right."

Yes, there has been a terrifying rise in sales lately. It was a book titled "The Language of God."

“You're number one in genre novels now, right? I'm not joking about the speed. If it sells any more, it won't sell any less. ”

I didn't read it because it was so long, but I heard the story well. It was a book that built a detailed worldview. There are no villages or shops where people visit, nor are they making trouble.

How do you know so much about yourself? The blind editor next door was a fan of fantasy novels.

“The language of God is amazing. It's been a long time since I've seen such a huge worldview. I didn't miss the subtlety. The languages used there are very sophisticated and complete. I tried to memorize it, but it's hard to remember.

She said, "What about the characters?" Adventures with a clear purpose excite readers. Meeting diverse people, confronting diverse events, revealing their stereotypes, and walking towards the question of what kind of god they want to meet. The myth.

History has a taste for interpretation. ”

“I don't know. I didn't read it. ”

“It's a book that threatens crying. Have you read it yet? ”

“You know I'm busy. You've read such an enormous book, haven't you? ”

“I read it in my sleep. ”

Thanks to this, the blind editor does not stop praising God for the language of God, putting artificial tears in his eyes.

“Especially the story of a girl who believes in her recent destiny is literary. I could feel the fragrance of pure literature. I think forever is a writer from literature. ”

Suddenly, he stops talking when he gets there.

“Why don't you say something? ”

“Now that I think about it, I think there's a bit of a coincidence with the writer. ”

“Really?"

“Yes. What is it? Is Forever a coincidence fan of writers? So, was it influenced a lot? It's a book made out of coincidence. ”

“I see.”

Nam-Kyung, who had listened to it half the time before, looked at the time. It's time to come.

“Why are you so late? ”

“Maybe the judging's getting longer. ”

The blind editor looks at the shaky desk and says, You hear the editor's voice from a distance.

“Not yet?”

“Yes.”

The blind editor replied instead. The editor asked me to check the connection to the phone line, and he raised his glasses.

“Don't worry. And we did a thorough review of that. If there's no power outage, I can hear about the winner. ”

“Why don't you stop floating your legs? ”

The editor grumbled.

“Hopefully, I'll be out soon. ”

At that moment, the phone rang. Everyone was paying attention, but it wasn't a phone call from South Korea. Blind editors answer the phone.

“Oh, yes. The writer by chance. ”

It was always a question of coincidence. He hangs up after getting used to answering the phone and relaxes. The blind editor buries his head on his desk and hands it over to the tremor.

At that moment, everything stopped.

“I'm here.”

There is a sound in the static. He calmly picked up his phone and took it to his ear. I repeated the answer and put the phone down.

A cheer spread.

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