Breakthrough (recovery)
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Author Koo Byung-mo's "Breakthrough," which created a new female narrative that will be etched most strongly in Korean literature, has been given a new look. 'Clawhorn', a female killer in her 60s who has been engaged in contract killings with a sharp and ruthless spirit for over 40 years. As my body and memory begin to creak like they used to, I am now treated like a piece of trash. As the sculpture goes through the process of aging and decline, it discovers anew the emptiness nestled in the eyes of 'others'. Feeling compassion for all that is diligently crumbling towards the point of extinction, for all living things that are broken, damaged, and twisted, things that he wants to protect begin to appear one by one in his heart. 《Breakthrough》 is a passionate tribute to all living things that shine for a short time and then disappear. |
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I don't think it's an attractive job.
I don't even make excuses like "I'd rather do it myself because someone has to do it."
If it's about individual justice, then that's laughable.
But that's it.
If I can use the money I save for catching rats and bugs later on when I'm no better than a rat or bug, then that alone doesn't seem like such a bad thing.
She had briefly imagined sharing a meal with the person who had said that, and the ordinary things of snowflakes falling on her hair.
The simple scenery that I couldn't say out loud for fear of being laughed at, the days that I shouldn't wish for.
--- p.34
She doesn't remember exactly when she first brought the dancer in and named her, but she remembers that from the moment they first met, she wasn't small or cute enough for anyone to readily take her in.
No, rather than remembering it, it was a retroactive thought that came from thinking that it probably wasn't that different back then, judging by its current appearance, and maybe it didn't look like anyone would take it, so he must have picked it up himself. Although he couldn't recall the details of the situation at the time, the embarrassment of having picked it up while it was still alive, and the frustration of having acted unexpectedly on impulse because his heart was moved by the living thing, are clear.
Before bringing dance, he had never thought that there would be someone else alive in the house besides himself, that he would greet it, that he would hurry his steps because he thought something was waiting for him at home, or that he would feel anxious that he would never be able to return home, that such a day would come again in his life.
--- pp.138~140
If you're thinking of doing something, even if it's just a casual greeting, it has to be now.
This is especially true these days.
Because it's a daily routine where you turn around and immediately forget what you were trying to do.
She runs her hands through the dancer's hair three or four times, speaking each syllable firmly.
“I’m going, I’m coming.”
As long as I have breath, I will go and come back.
As long as my hands and feet move, until one day this guy is erased from my memory or I can no longer even recognize his existence.
She closes the front door.
--- pp.168~169
There are three brown lumps of what appear to be peaches, crushed and on the verge of death.
When she got home, she ate just one and then forgot about it.
She opens the food waste bag to throw away the brown lump that has forgotten its sweet, refreshing, and soft past.
I reach for the lump that should have filled someone's mouth in its prime, but didn't, and now smells sour.
As soon as she picks it up, it breaks apart and flows out in her hands.
I slightly increased the force to remove something stuck to the vegetable compartment wall, and that's what happened.
She had no choice but to scoop up the broken pieces one by one and put them in a bag, then use her fingernails to scrape away the flesh that was still firmly stuck to the wall.
They stick to the refrigerator as if they are still attached to the flowers that bloomed in the refrigerator and do not fall off easily.
She suddenly sheds tears as she smells a warm smell that penetrates her nostrils.
After a while, her shoulders begin to shake and a groan escapes her, and the dancer approaches and begins to bark in a low, mumbling voice.
--- p.225
Since I started working in the quarantine industry, life has always been in the present tense, not in the present tense.
She had no expectations or hopes for the future, she just held onto the extension because she was alive, because she had opened her eyes today.
It did not confirm the reason for its existence, nor did it provide any reason or meaning to its actions.
I didn't try to survive, and I didn't throw my body carelessly into an attempt to die early.
It was a property of a machine with wonderfully assembled parts that it moved only because its pulse did not stop.
I thought of Ryu occasionally, and was often drawn to the things he had cautioned me about while he was alive, but other than the calloused sensation in my palm from the extension I had used as my own body, I no longer felt the tingling, aching pain in my whole body when I thought of Ryu.
She was getting older.
--- pp.264~265
At this moment, she likes this piece placed on top of her broken, bruised and twisted nails.
Above all, it is not real and will only shine for a short time before disappearing.
It disappears.
Perhaps everything alive has a moment of exceptional brilliance, as it crumbles and disappears like a ripe fruit or a firework shooting into the night sky.
Now is the time to live with all the losses that have been given.
So, it seems like it's not time to go to you yet, Ryu.
I don't even make excuses like "I'd rather do it myself because someone has to do it."
If it's about individual justice, then that's laughable.
But that's it.
If I can use the money I save for catching rats and bugs later on when I'm no better than a rat or bug, then that alone doesn't seem like such a bad thing.
She had briefly imagined sharing a meal with the person who had said that, and the ordinary things of snowflakes falling on her hair.
The simple scenery that I couldn't say out loud for fear of being laughed at, the days that I shouldn't wish for.
--- p.34
She doesn't remember exactly when she first brought the dancer in and named her, but she remembers that from the moment they first met, she wasn't small or cute enough for anyone to readily take her in.
No, rather than remembering it, it was a retroactive thought that came from thinking that it probably wasn't that different back then, judging by its current appearance, and maybe it didn't look like anyone would take it, so he must have picked it up himself. Although he couldn't recall the details of the situation at the time, the embarrassment of having picked it up while it was still alive, and the frustration of having acted unexpectedly on impulse because his heart was moved by the living thing, are clear.
Before bringing dance, he had never thought that there would be someone else alive in the house besides himself, that he would greet it, that he would hurry his steps because he thought something was waiting for him at home, or that he would feel anxious that he would never be able to return home, that such a day would come again in his life.
--- pp.138~140
If you're thinking of doing something, even if it's just a casual greeting, it has to be now.
This is especially true these days.
Because it's a daily routine where you turn around and immediately forget what you were trying to do.
She runs her hands through the dancer's hair three or four times, speaking each syllable firmly.
“I’m going, I’m coming.”
As long as I have breath, I will go and come back.
As long as my hands and feet move, until one day this guy is erased from my memory or I can no longer even recognize his existence.
She closes the front door.
--- pp.168~169
There are three brown lumps of what appear to be peaches, crushed and on the verge of death.
When she got home, she ate just one and then forgot about it.
She opens the food waste bag to throw away the brown lump that has forgotten its sweet, refreshing, and soft past.
I reach for the lump that should have filled someone's mouth in its prime, but didn't, and now smells sour.
As soon as she picks it up, it breaks apart and flows out in her hands.
I slightly increased the force to remove something stuck to the vegetable compartment wall, and that's what happened.
She had no choice but to scoop up the broken pieces one by one and put them in a bag, then use her fingernails to scrape away the flesh that was still firmly stuck to the wall.
They stick to the refrigerator as if they are still attached to the flowers that bloomed in the refrigerator and do not fall off easily.
She suddenly sheds tears as she smells a warm smell that penetrates her nostrils.
After a while, her shoulders begin to shake and a groan escapes her, and the dancer approaches and begins to bark in a low, mumbling voice.
--- p.225
Since I started working in the quarantine industry, life has always been in the present tense, not in the present tense.
She had no expectations or hopes for the future, she just held onto the extension because she was alive, because she had opened her eyes today.
It did not confirm the reason for its existence, nor did it provide any reason or meaning to its actions.
I didn't try to survive, and I didn't throw my body carelessly into an attempt to die early.
It was a property of a machine with wonderfully assembled parts that it moved only because its pulse did not stop.
I thought of Ryu occasionally, and was often drawn to the things he had cautioned me about while he was alive, but other than the calloused sensation in my palm from the extension I had used as my own body, I no longer felt the tingling, aching pain in my whole body when I thought of Ryu.
She was getting older.
--- pp.264~265
At this moment, she likes this piece placed on top of her broken, bruised and twisted nails.
Above all, it is not real and will only shine for a short time before disappearing.
It disappears.
Perhaps everything alive has a moment of exceptional brilliance, as it crumbles and disappears like a ripe fruit or a firework shooting into the night sky.
Now is the time to live with all the losses that have been given.
So, it seems like it's not time to go to you yet, Ryu.
--- p.342
Publisher's Review
The original novel of the film "Breakthrough," officially invited to the Berlin International Film Festival
Exported to 13 countries worldwide, selected as one of the "100 Notable Books" by The New York Times
A passionate tribute to all living things that shine for a short time and then disappear.
The name is Chogak (爪角).
Once known as 'Claws', she has been a contract killer for over 40 years, handling 'quarantine work' with a sharp and flawless finish.
But now, my body and memory are not what they used to be, and I am treated like a piece of trash.
Meanwhile, as he goes through the process of aging and decline, things that he wants to protect begin to appear one by one in the mind of Jo-gak, who has been repeating throughout his life that he should not create things that need to be protected.
He takes in an abandoned old dog and raises it, and he sees sadness and emptiness in the eyes of his killer clients.
As the suffering of others begins to enter the eyes of the sculpture, which has lived ignoring the joys and sorrows of life, warmth seeps into his heart through compassion for all living things.
This novel is based on 'A Fruit in the Refrigerator'.
Author Koo Byung-mo confesses that he came up with the idea for this novel after seeing “a brown object that was probably originally a peach, on the verge of crumbling to death,” “a brown lump that has forgotten its sweet, refreshing, and soft times,” and “a lump that should have filled someone’s mouth in its best days, but didn’t, and now gives off a sour smell.”
The dictionary definition of 'breakthrough' has two meanings.
The first meaning is broken fruit, bruised fruit, and the other is youth, the most shining period of a woman's life, at the age of 16.
When we accept that we are all 'breakable', that we will break, be hurt, shatter, and disappear, and when we resolve with determination to willingly survive all the losses that have been given, then the moment of 'breakable' will come.
In this way, the novel "Breakthrough" is a passionate praise for all living things that shine for a short time and then disappear.
“It disappears.
Perhaps everything alive has a moment of exceptional brilliance, as it crumbles and disappears like a ripe fruit or a firework shooting into the night sky.
Now is the time to live with all the losses that have been given.”
The Birth of the Female Narrative That Will Be Most Powerfully Engraved in Korean Novels
Old man, woman, killer.
The protagonist, a 65-year-old female killer, is a combination of three things that seem completely out of place.
Is there another Korean novel with such an unconventional protagonist?
Author Koo Byung-mo, who has created unique protagonists through his fantastic imagination, such as the boy with gills (Gills) and the human-like robot (A Spoonful of Time), is giving readers a fresh shock by writing a new female narrative through the unique character of a 'female killer in her 60s', which is unprecedented in Korean novels.
The characters of 'elderly people' and 'women', who have been discriminated against as the weakest in society, fight against an oppressive and violent society with the strong name of 'killer'.
Cho-gak, who developed special feelings for Dr. Kang who treated him, Tou-wu, who despises Cho-gak, and Dr. Kang, who tries to protect his family from killers.
The novel reaches its climax when the bull finally kidnaps Dr. Kang's daughter, and the sculpture points a gun at the bull and decides to carry out his final act.
The final gunfight between the sculpture and the bullfight at the end of this novel, which is full of excitement and tension as if you were watching an action movie while reading, is truly spectacular.
"Breakthrough" offers warm support and comfort to all those who, in this cruel and brutal reality where they must kill someone to survive, open their eyes today without any expectations or hopes, simply because they are alive, and willingly live.
Each and every sentence is written with devotion and sincerity, one by one.
This cover work was reinterpreted by designer Park Yeon-mi using the work of embroidery artist Lee Eun-jeong.
The beauty that blossomed with each drop of sweat and sincerity resembles the world of artist Koo Byung-mo's work, which he pushes forward with all his heart and soul, sentence by sentence.
Embroidery artist Eun-Jeong Lee creates a world by collecting life's most precious 'moments'.
The embroidery works, which depict the dream space and the dreaming space through fragments of the most shining moments, memories, time, and emotions in life, seem to reproduce the mysterious and fantastic world of Gu Byeong-mo.
The cover captures the happiest moments of the novel's main characters, those shining and beautiful moments, and depicts a shining moment that everyone experiences at least once, like a flower in full bloom.
The life of the protagonist is expressed through the image of colorful plants, flowers, and trees, each quietly yet powerfully reaching out toward the sky.
I hope that readers of this book will recall their most shining moments.
Exported to 13 countries worldwide, selected as one of the "100 Notable Books" by The New York Times
A passionate tribute to all living things that shine for a short time and then disappear.
The name is Chogak (爪角).
Once known as 'Claws', she has been a contract killer for over 40 years, handling 'quarantine work' with a sharp and flawless finish.
But now, my body and memory are not what they used to be, and I am treated like a piece of trash.
Meanwhile, as he goes through the process of aging and decline, things that he wants to protect begin to appear one by one in the mind of Jo-gak, who has been repeating throughout his life that he should not create things that need to be protected.
He takes in an abandoned old dog and raises it, and he sees sadness and emptiness in the eyes of his killer clients.
As the suffering of others begins to enter the eyes of the sculpture, which has lived ignoring the joys and sorrows of life, warmth seeps into his heart through compassion for all living things.
This novel is based on 'A Fruit in the Refrigerator'.
Author Koo Byung-mo confesses that he came up with the idea for this novel after seeing “a brown object that was probably originally a peach, on the verge of crumbling to death,” “a brown lump that has forgotten its sweet, refreshing, and soft times,” and “a lump that should have filled someone’s mouth in its best days, but didn’t, and now gives off a sour smell.”
The dictionary definition of 'breakthrough' has two meanings.
The first meaning is broken fruit, bruised fruit, and the other is youth, the most shining period of a woman's life, at the age of 16.
When we accept that we are all 'breakable', that we will break, be hurt, shatter, and disappear, and when we resolve with determination to willingly survive all the losses that have been given, then the moment of 'breakable' will come.
In this way, the novel "Breakthrough" is a passionate praise for all living things that shine for a short time and then disappear.
“It disappears.
Perhaps everything alive has a moment of exceptional brilliance, as it crumbles and disappears like a ripe fruit or a firework shooting into the night sky.
Now is the time to live with all the losses that have been given.”
The Birth of the Female Narrative That Will Be Most Powerfully Engraved in Korean Novels
Old man, woman, killer.
The protagonist, a 65-year-old female killer, is a combination of three things that seem completely out of place.
Is there another Korean novel with such an unconventional protagonist?
Author Koo Byung-mo, who has created unique protagonists through his fantastic imagination, such as the boy with gills (Gills) and the human-like robot (A Spoonful of Time), is giving readers a fresh shock by writing a new female narrative through the unique character of a 'female killer in her 60s', which is unprecedented in Korean novels.
The characters of 'elderly people' and 'women', who have been discriminated against as the weakest in society, fight against an oppressive and violent society with the strong name of 'killer'.
Cho-gak, who developed special feelings for Dr. Kang who treated him, Tou-wu, who despises Cho-gak, and Dr. Kang, who tries to protect his family from killers.
The novel reaches its climax when the bull finally kidnaps Dr. Kang's daughter, and the sculpture points a gun at the bull and decides to carry out his final act.
The final gunfight between the sculpture and the bullfight at the end of this novel, which is full of excitement and tension as if you were watching an action movie while reading, is truly spectacular.
"Breakthrough" offers warm support and comfort to all those who, in this cruel and brutal reality where they must kill someone to survive, open their eyes today without any expectations or hopes, simply because they are alive, and willingly live.
Each and every sentence is written with devotion and sincerity, one by one.
This cover work was reinterpreted by designer Park Yeon-mi using the work of embroidery artist Lee Eun-jeong.
The beauty that blossomed with each drop of sweat and sincerity resembles the world of artist Koo Byung-mo's work, which he pushes forward with all his heart and soul, sentence by sentence.
Embroidery artist Eun-Jeong Lee creates a world by collecting life's most precious 'moments'.
The embroidery works, which depict the dream space and the dreaming space through fragments of the most shining moments, memories, time, and emotions in life, seem to reproduce the mysterious and fantastic world of Gu Byeong-mo.
The cover captures the happiest moments of the novel's main characters, those shining and beautiful moments, and depicts a shining moment that everyone experiences at least once, like a flower in full bloom.
The life of the protagonist is expressed through the image of colorful plants, flowers, and trees, each quietly yet powerfully reaching out toward the sky.
I hope that readers of this book will recall their most shining moments.
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Date of issue: April 16, 2018
- Format: Hardcover book binding method guide
- Page count, weight, size: 344 pages | 482g | 128*188*30mm
- ISBN13: 9791162203620
- ISBN10: 1162203625
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