A Visit of Sorrow
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Book Introduction
- A word from MD
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Finding Your Way Out of Sadness in BooksThe first essay by Jang Il-ho, a reporter for "Sisa IN."
He is a man of writing ability who captures the 'possibility of sadness' in his honest stories.
Through this book, I think again about how to write about the small and big sorrows that cannot be avoided while living, the past, memories, and books.
I lean on his writings to find another way to use life.
December 13, 2022. Essay PD Park Hyung-wook
Dreaming of a world where people can live even when they are sick and injured
A passionate piece written with a heart that beats for the "losers."
It opens only in a place of sorrow
About the possibility
“In the face of life’s unexpected events,
Even though I witnessed all the words in the book crumble
“The story of a man who stands before a book again”
_Kim Ae-ran (novelist)
A warm period to sadness
[Sisa IN] Reporter Jang Il-ho's first essay
We present the first book by Jang Il-ho, a reporter for [Sisa IN] who has made a name for himself with bold investigative reporting and in-depth articles.
His articles, which are long remembered with praise such as “It’s like a poem in its entirety” and “This is a news story,” have no expiration date.
Sentences that stand on the ground of reality have taught many people the beauty of solidity.
Having worked in the cultural, social, and political teams, the places he stayed the longest were those that had been pushed out of the world, and the people he cared most about were those the world had turned a blind eye to.
He laments that a journalist's job is to "write periods more often than question marks," but the question mark he holds tightly in his hand digs deep into the cold reality and eventually retrieves a handful of periods that hold warmth.
Jang Il-ho's essay "A Visit from Sadness" is a warm ending to "sadness," dreaming of a world where we can live even when we are sick and wounded.
A passionate piece written with a heart that beats for the "losers."
It opens only in a place of sorrow
About the possibility
“In the face of life’s unexpected events,
Even though I witnessed all the words in the book crumble
“The story of a man who stands before a book again”
_Kim Ae-ran (novelist)
A warm period to sadness
[Sisa IN] Reporter Jang Il-ho's first essay
We present the first book by Jang Il-ho, a reporter for [Sisa IN] who has made a name for himself with bold investigative reporting and in-depth articles.
His articles, which are long remembered with praise such as “It’s like a poem in its entirety” and “This is a news story,” have no expiration date.
Sentences that stand on the ground of reality have taught many people the beauty of solidity.
Having worked in the cultural, social, and political teams, the places he stayed the longest were those that had been pushed out of the world, and the people he cared most about were those the world had turned a blind eye to.
He laments that a journalist's job is to "write periods more often than question marks," but the question mark he holds tightly in his hand digs deep into the cold reality and eventually retrieves a handful of periods that hold warmth.
Jang Il-ho's essay "A Visit from Sadness" is a warm ending to "sadness," dreaming of a world where we can live even when we are sick and wounded.
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index
Entering
The possibility that opens only in a place of sorrow
Bury your face in the first sentence
Mom, in the next life, be born as my daughter
You, who took a step back to avoid stepping on the flowers
The heart that hides behind a bottle of alcohol
I want to tell you that you are pretty
Grandma, don't die now
Very ordinary poverty
The words you left behind
My Eternal Unsolved Case
Part 2 We Didn't Give Up on Each Other
This article was written by my cat.
Everyone has the right to have someone special
Shall we go down together?
In the face of multiple truths
A polite man is better than a rude family member.
The world of '9's'
Sports day at the cemetery
In front of the saying that there is a road in the third book
An excuse for the serial perceptual demon's lateness
So that the holes in our bodies do not become a source of humiliation
Even if you mess up sometimes, it's not like you messed up completely
About a life I don't want that much
One person brings the next person into this world
I'm proud of being sick
You are invited to my funeral
Recommendation
Kim Ae-ran, where the words of the book fall apart
The possibility that opens only in a place of sorrow
Bury your face in the first sentence
Mom, in the next life, be born as my daughter
You, who took a step back to avoid stepping on the flowers
The heart that hides behind a bottle of alcohol
I want to tell you that you are pretty
Grandma, don't die now
Very ordinary poverty
The words you left behind
My Eternal Unsolved Case
Part 2 We Didn't Give Up on Each Other
This article was written by my cat.
Everyone has the right to have someone special
Shall we go down together?
In the face of multiple truths
A polite man is better than a rude family member.
The world of '9's'
Sports day at the cemetery
In front of the saying that there is a road in the third book
An excuse for the serial perceptual demon's lateness
So that the holes in our bodies do not become a source of humiliation
Even if you mess up sometimes, it's not like you messed up completely
About a life I don't want that much
One person brings the next person into this world
I'm proud of being sick
You are invited to my funeral
Recommendation
Kim Ae-ran, where the words of the book fall apart
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Into the book
That summer was extremely rainy.
Heavy rain frequently poured into the room.
I noticed the damp back first.
At times like that, I would climb up on the desk and squat down.
I watched helplessly as the water rose and my mother scooped up the water with a red bucket.
Water always won, and the book cried instead of me.
When the rain stopped, I picked out the books that had been damaged by water and sorted them out to see if they were useful.
The childhood books that are now impossible to obtain were stored in that way.
--- p.47
I wanted to understand a world that was deeply broken somewhere.
I wondered where these nauseating gaps came from.
I hoped that the job of a journalist would solve that problem to some extent.
But when I entered this world of 'intellectuals', I wanted to be as similar to them as possible.
It was only then that I realized that what I wanted was not to understand poverty, but to escape it.
--- pp.68~69
I was touched that he was a survivor, not a victim.
When I was able to speak out about the violence I had experienced, when I was able to assert that none of it was trivial, the landscape around me changed.
I am not alone, what happened to me was not my fault, and I was someone who could 'resource' this pain.
--- p.91
Raising something living and moving is fraught with anxiety.
It was no different because it was a cat.
Living with Ani, a weak and small being, I have come to understand more deeply the joys, rewards, and hardships of living with a young person.
I learned that love is tiring, and that it's something you have to be willing to endure.
--- p.109
But what I want to talk about more is 'time'.
Could it be that the reason our work is so unfortunate is that, like me, we cannot control our time during the work process?
We are not just selling our labor to the company, we are also mortgaging our control and autonomy over our labor.
Most people have to get to work by 9 o'clock, but they spend most of their time in places where they can't decide when to leave work.
--- p.181
Life is such a powerful frame that it needs no explanation.
Anyone who ponders this issue inevitably faces some degree of hesitation.
We all live with this premise of 'nevertheless' that we each construct ourselves.
--- p.223
The illness shook my life and changed some aspects of it, but it couldn't change who I am as a person.
I don't want to blame my illness on reflecting on the life I've lived.
More than anything, I don't want to change the life I've lived.
Rather, I want to change the world that treats sick bodies.
--- p.240
Seniors used to tell juniors not to repay seniors for what they have done for them, but to repay juniors.
Through my seniors, I learned that the heart is not something that is calculated and paid off precisely, but something that flows.
I learned how to be grateful without feeling sorry, and how to share the feelings I received with others who are still clumsy.
Heavy rain frequently poured into the room.
I noticed the damp back first.
At times like that, I would climb up on the desk and squat down.
I watched helplessly as the water rose and my mother scooped up the water with a red bucket.
Water always won, and the book cried instead of me.
When the rain stopped, I picked out the books that had been damaged by water and sorted them out to see if they were useful.
The childhood books that are now impossible to obtain were stored in that way.
--- p.47
I wanted to understand a world that was deeply broken somewhere.
I wondered where these nauseating gaps came from.
I hoped that the job of a journalist would solve that problem to some extent.
But when I entered this world of 'intellectuals', I wanted to be as similar to them as possible.
It was only then that I realized that what I wanted was not to understand poverty, but to escape it.
--- pp.68~69
I was touched that he was a survivor, not a victim.
When I was able to speak out about the violence I had experienced, when I was able to assert that none of it was trivial, the landscape around me changed.
I am not alone, what happened to me was not my fault, and I was someone who could 'resource' this pain.
--- p.91
Raising something living and moving is fraught with anxiety.
It was no different because it was a cat.
Living with Ani, a weak and small being, I have come to understand more deeply the joys, rewards, and hardships of living with a young person.
I learned that love is tiring, and that it's something you have to be willing to endure.
--- p.109
But what I want to talk about more is 'time'.
Could it be that the reason our work is so unfortunate is that, like me, we cannot control our time during the work process?
We are not just selling our labor to the company, we are also mortgaging our control and autonomy over our labor.
Most people have to get to work by 9 o'clock, but they spend most of their time in places where they can't decide when to leave work.
--- p.181
Life is such a powerful frame that it needs no explanation.
Anyone who ponders this issue inevitably faces some degree of hesitation.
We all live with this premise of 'nevertheless' that we each construct ourselves.
--- p.223
The illness shook my life and changed some aspects of it, but it couldn't change who I am as a person.
I don't want to blame my illness on reflecting on the life I've lived.
More than anything, I don't want to change the life I've lived.
Rather, I want to change the world that treats sick bodies.
--- p.240
Seniors used to tell juniors not to repay seniors for what they have done for them, but to repay juniors.
Through my seniors, I learned that the heart is not something that is calculated and paid off precisely, but something that flows.
I learned how to be grateful without feeling sorry, and how to share the feelings I received with others who are still clumsy.
--- p.246
Publisher's Review
“How much pain is hidden in the word ‘passing’?”
A journey to find words to describe oneself in books
“My father committed suicide.”
The book begins with a powerful sentence.
Jang Il-ho lived for nearly thirty years believing his father's death was a traffic accident.
My father, who took his own life by obtaining cyanide at the young age of 29.
When he learns the truth about his father's death, instead of crying out in betrayal and pain, he cheerfully concludes by saying, "Maybe his father thought he had done everything he could because he left behind a wonderful me instead of the wonderful writing he had so desperately wanted."
It was a book that helped me overcome the “lack of ‘negativity’ that I sometimes needed and sometimes desperately wanted in life.”
Feeling “a kind of solidarity” between the lines and sentences of novelist Kim Ae-ran’s “Run, Father,” he overcomes not only his father’s “absence” but also his mother’s “presence.”
From his impoverished childhood to his present life as a journalist, sorrows big and small have visited his life with “specific faces.”
One day, it was in the form of the torrential rain pouring down in the basement, another day, it was in the form of the rustling sensation of the feet of an old woman lying in the intensive care unit, and another day, it was in the form of a patient identification sticker “stuck to the body without a second thought.”
Jang Il-ho is a person who knows “how much pain is hidden in the word ‘passing by.’”
So, he is a person who has come to realize that there is no word in the world that can fully describe a person.
He finds a language in books to describe himself, a language that cannot be expressed in words the world has given him, such as 'survivor of suicide,' 'victim of sexual assault,' or 'cancer patient.'
The book did not let the events that befell him make him an unhappy person.
It allowed him to replace his father's death with the "love" he had left behind, and moved him from the position of "victim" to that of "survivor."
It allowed me to imagine another world that has yet to come.
"A Visit from Sadness" is a record of days when sadness visited, but it is also a dazzling journey that finds the possibility of living with sadness.
“I found in the book the possibility of opening up in every place broken by pain.
“I created the chapters of my life by wandering among books filled with dead, sick, injured, and crazy people.”
In a world where living is a matter of survival
“Leaning on the imagination of sorrow that cares for a wounded heart”
Jang Il-ho's shooter is said to have explained the meaning of 'exclusive article' as follows.
“It is meaningful to be the first to write, but it is equally important to write until the end.” Those words instilled in me a desire to “become the person who sweeps and polishes the inside and outside of the era and emerges last.”
Even his first book as an 'author' is filled with that earnest desire.
He constantly connects his personal experiences to the most sensitive topics in our society.
The poverty he experienced leads to those who still remain in the “world he escaped from,” the separation from loved ones leads to a social discussion surrounding “dignified death,” and his experience with illness leads to thoughts about “the world that treats the sick body.”
Without exception, the writings that start with the story of 'me' land in the middle of the world.
The last two sentences of "A Visit of Sorrow" are as follows:
“I used to create a place for others in my heart, relying on the imagination of sadness that cares for a wounded heart.
“In a world where living is a matter of survival, I willingly sit side by side with sadness.” To care for a wounded heart by imagining with all my might a life I don’t know, to make room in my heart for others.
Could there be a more accurate expression of the usefulness of sadness?
I hope that readers living in an age where “the sense of ‘having survived’ becomes clearer as we live” will sit side by side with sadness while reading this book.
Quietly feeling the possibilities that sadness holds.
A journey to find words to describe oneself in books
“My father committed suicide.”
The book begins with a powerful sentence.
Jang Il-ho lived for nearly thirty years believing his father's death was a traffic accident.
My father, who took his own life by obtaining cyanide at the young age of 29.
When he learns the truth about his father's death, instead of crying out in betrayal and pain, he cheerfully concludes by saying, "Maybe his father thought he had done everything he could because he left behind a wonderful me instead of the wonderful writing he had so desperately wanted."
It was a book that helped me overcome the “lack of ‘negativity’ that I sometimes needed and sometimes desperately wanted in life.”
Feeling “a kind of solidarity” between the lines and sentences of novelist Kim Ae-ran’s “Run, Father,” he overcomes not only his father’s “absence” but also his mother’s “presence.”
From his impoverished childhood to his present life as a journalist, sorrows big and small have visited his life with “specific faces.”
One day, it was in the form of the torrential rain pouring down in the basement, another day, it was in the form of the rustling sensation of the feet of an old woman lying in the intensive care unit, and another day, it was in the form of a patient identification sticker “stuck to the body without a second thought.”
Jang Il-ho is a person who knows “how much pain is hidden in the word ‘passing by.’”
So, he is a person who has come to realize that there is no word in the world that can fully describe a person.
He finds a language in books to describe himself, a language that cannot be expressed in words the world has given him, such as 'survivor of suicide,' 'victim of sexual assault,' or 'cancer patient.'
The book did not let the events that befell him make him an unhappy person.
It allowed him to replace his father's death with the "love" he had left behind, and moved him from the position of "victim" to that of "survivor."
It allowed me to imagine another world that has yet to come.
"A Visit from Sadness" is a record of days when sadness visited, but it is also a dazzling journey that finds the possibility of living with sadness.
“I found in the book the possibility of opening up in every place broken by pain.
“I created the chapters of my life by wandering among books filled with dead, sick, injured, and crazy people.”
In a world where living is a matter of survival
“Leaning on the imagination of sorrow that cares for a wounded heart”
Jang Il-ho's shooter is said to have explained the meaning of 'exclusive article' as follows.
“It is meaningful to be the first to write, but it is equally important to write until the end.” Those words instilled in me a desire to “become the person who sweeps and polishes the inside and outside of the era and emerges last.”
Even his first book as an 'author' is filled with that earnest desire.
He constantly connects his personal experiences to the most sensitive topics in our society.
The poverty he experienced leads to those who still remain in the “world he escaped from,” the separation from loved ones leads to a social discussion surrounding “dignified death,” and his experience with illness leads to thoughts about “the world that treats the sick body.”
Without exception, the writings that start with the story of 'me' land in the middle of the world.
The last two sentences of "A Visit of Sorrow" are as follows:
“I used to create a place for others in my heart, relying on the imagination of sadness that cares for a wounded heart.
“In a world where living is a matter of survival, I willingly sit side by side with sadness.” To care for a wounded heart by imagining with all my might a life I don’t know, to make room in my heart for others.
Could there be a more accurate expression of the usefulness of sadness?
I hope that readers living in an age where “the sense of ‘having survived’ becomes clearer as we live” will sit side by side with sadness while reading this book.
Quietly feeling the possibilities that sadness holds.
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Publication date: December 4, 2022
- Page count, weight, size: 256 pages | 314g | 125*185*20mm
- ISBN13: 9791155251591
- ISBN10: 1155251598
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