Great Novelist

Before meeting the protagonist, the coverage team met with Agent Butterfly, who happens to be the publisher's editor who publishes the book. I did not feel awkward because I had been contacted several times before coming to Korea.

“Coincidence lives on these streets. ”

The interviewer looked out the window at the way through. A lot of buildings have passed by. It is a typical but unusual landscape for him from the United States. I didn't ask for an answer, but the butterfly smiled and accepted it.

“Have you ever been to Korea? ”

“No, this is my first time. ”

When the car stopped, I looked at the visible letters and said, I had no idea what it meant. The Korean I knew was like a greeting.

“It's different from the characters you see. ”

The illiterate text was more like a painting.

“A lot of signage. ”

“Uh, it's written in English down there. ”

The photographer said on the passing sign: Below was a sentence interpreted in English. The photographer occasionally took pictures of the landscape outside the window. It was an eye-catching appetizer before going to meet a coincidence. Makes me not be too surprised by new encounters The interviewer looked at Nam-Kyung, who had been in charge of his debut since the coincidence.

“What does it feel like to make a book by accident? ”

Nam-Kyung thought a little and replied.

“Is this an official question? ”

“Not at all. ”

Nam-Kyung smiled when he made it clear it was a joke.

“Then I'll be honest with you. It's very hard.”

It was not an unexpected answer.

“It's a coincidence that you're fixing a writer's writing. It's easy to say you're sorry for the manuscript of a writer called a genius. ”

The interviewer nodded.

“The editors of world-class writers have similar concerns. ”

I hold such concerns and look for a better article. That was their job.

“But it wasn't just hard, was it? ”

I looked at Nam-Kyung's smile and asked. Again, a positive response came back.

“It's interesting, because it's a coincidence that you're fixing the author's writing. ”

“That's why you're an editor. ”

“It depends on livelihood. ”

I finished joking. I think I'll be an editor for a long time. When I looked around, I could see who was involved. I wondered if the protagonist today was the same person.

“We're here.”

The car stopped. The interviewer got out of the car first. And I looked around. It is not much different from the landscape I have seen on the way. There are buildings. They are ordinary. Coincidence is common.

“There's a little twin building over there. ”

The photographer raises his hand to the building. Three buildings stand side-by-side with the same facade as a house. I felt more strongly that there was no castle than it was cool.

“Smells delicious. ”

I don't know which of the three buildings is it, but it smells of dark spices.

“We need to go a little deeper. ”

The place that followed the guidance of Nam-Kyung seems to have been recently built, as well as other surrounding buildings. The interviewer first stepped into the elevator to meet the coincidence at the top of the building, leaving the staffs to take the mechanisms.

“You've met many writers. ”

Butterflies talk while the elevator goes up. The interviewer responded as he looked at the changing numbers.

“I've never been in a writer's house before. ”

The butterfly smiles, raising its mouth tail. The interviewer saw such butterflies. I felt confident. I asked the butterfly.

“Have you visited before? ”

“Yes. Yesterday. ”

“Anything in particular? ”

I asked lightly. The light answer comes back.

“I only have what I need. ”

“Good.”

It seemed empty, but she didn't care either. The elevator stops. You hear a small bell. The door opens. You step out and turn to the left. There was one person checking the mailbox. He turns his head. A peaceful man.

“Hello."

He's a coincidence. As soon as I saw him, I knew. The interviewer almost laughed unnoticed at the interview for the first time. He was younger and younger than any writer he had ever seen.

“What a coincidence. ”

“Yes. Coincidence. ”

It was not awkward at all to speak a foreign language. He spoke the language whenever he heard it. The elevator with the door closed was headed to the first floor.

“Nice to meet you. ”

The interviewer sincerely told him. Coincidence laughs quietly. You don't look sharp for someone you know with Kelly Coin. I was not arrogant enough to succeed at a young age.

“Are you okay to come? ”

“Yes, I wasn't lost. I was a little bit surprised. ”

“What?”

He skillfully redirected the usual distance he had seen. Coincidentally, he listened to it and said,

“Is coincidence too common? ”

He scratches his nose and smiles, but does not deny it.

“What about the others? ”

“It's still down there. I'll be up in a minute. ”

“Can we go inside first? ”

“Yes.”

The interviewer walked, not looking at the expected mind. To be honest, I was always nervous when I visited the writer's house. I felt allowed to do something. Putting others in your home is about trust. I saw a small open door to greet guests. I realized that that was a coincidence house. You're one step closer. Soon I stood in front of him.

“Here you are.”

“Yes.”

Coincidence opens the door at once, like a person who doesn't feel any emotion. He had no choice but to be dragged at his own pace. The somewhat shaded corridor lit up quickly. It was white, and I kept my mouth shut to the view from the inside. None of the writers' rooms I've visited so far were like this. I woke up when I heard the shutter.

“Wow."

The photographer stood behind. I took the elevator down to the first floor. I see a butterfly smiling. The photographer couldn't help but ask coincidence.

“Are those all your manuscripts? ”

“Yes. Do you understand why we still haven't settled this? ”

That's a lot of sheep. The photographer turns on the shutter without a word. The same was true of the interviewer - it is imperative that this picture be made public to the world. The thought took over my whole body. I am proud to announce someone's efforts. These are letters that must have been stacked up secretly. He paused to stop the two of them from coming inside for a closer look.

“Take off your shoes. ”

*

He saw him as he was preparing for the interview. There was a camera standing in front of me because I was also going to produce a video to post on the homepage.

“I don't have any furniture. ”

The interviewer said as he looked at the white wall as it was exposed to the camera. He glanced at the chair reflectively. This was also a temporary folding chair. There is no backrest. There are only round planks on four legs. It was very hard.

“I'm going to change the furniture. But when you go to the bedroom, it's better than here. ”

There were only manuscripts in the living room. No couches, tables, rugs, electronics, or potted plants. There were only 10,000 plaintiffs left behind as they entered the library. When choosing the location for the first interview, he said, "Why don't you go to the library and do it?" There are, of course, lots of unorganized manuscripts, but at least books are embedded in the bookshelves. The white wallpaper was better than a pile of manuscripts in the surrounding space. But he said he liked it here. He wanted to convey to his readers how he felt when he first visited the house. I wanted to cover the house I was moving to in the first place, so I thought I might.

He looked around, shifting his gaze along the box that was very close. Furniture covers are poorly exposed. There were two old boxes lying around, and the manuscripts that were not in the boxes were engraved with newspapers. The pile of manuscripts on top of the newspaper reminded me of the immediate disposal. It wasn't completely wrong. They were sentences that could not be written in the book. Somehow he and the photographer really liked this landscape.

“I'm glad we don't have any furniture. ”

“Is that so?"

“I feel like you're a writer. ”

The interviewer sitting opposite asked.

“You can't read anything, can you? ”

“That won't do. ”

He said he didn't expect it, but the snow stayed in the manuscript. I knew a little about that feeling myself. I have felt it when visiting Coin's house

“Your traces are just letters. ”

“Yes?”

He was looking around. There was always a plaintiff at the end of his gaze.

“I don't see any favorite baseball teams, celebrities, food, tea or brands at all. ”

“Yeah, well. ”

“You don't have a poster on you. ”

Posters are too early in a house that doesn't even have furniture in it. I've never put up a poster like that before. When I listened to him, I realized that there was nothing.

He looked at the penis and butterflies standing outside the camera. The two of them visited here yesterday. I gave up half the amount of the plaintiff and welcomed the two of them because there were so many of them that I couldn't finish organizing. The first word of the butterfly was this:

“Leave it alone. ”

He asked again because he didn't know what he was saying. Butterflies kindly said it again.

“You can just leave it here until the coverage team arrives. ”

I was still taking pictures, but I wanted to ask if this would happen. The butterfly was a sure face.

“They'll be very pleased. You'll find what you're looking for here. ”

“That's right. This will do. ”

Nam-Kyung intervened and was reading one of the manuscripts off one side. He wanted to stop him, but he only agreed to let the manuscript in his hand, considering that he was the editor. At a glance, it was a manuscript written about a clown and an audience in tears.

“Still, I don't think you're too prepared. ”

When I said that, the butterfly's tail went up high. She points to the house with her hands.

“I wish I was ready for this. ”

You hear the shutter. The interviewer spoke to him when he woke up from his thoughts.

“There's nothing, and you won't let me read it. ”

Just as butterflies and penises say. Fortunately, he was satisfied.

“Are you saying this because you want me to see it? ”

“I'd love to show you, but that's not it. I'm trying to make things right. The writer still doesn't know. It's like hiding your face. ”

The interviewer smiled brightly.

“That's why it's interesting. ”

It was a smile that asked me to let you quickly ask yourself a question.

End of Author's House (4)

lim Han-baek