{"product_id":"135016","title":"The pain of being extremely ","description":"\u003ccenter\u003e\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/tmgdisk01.cafe24.com\/images\/vs\/4172\/sv\/3jYCUZjgZZ6oWBjsJh3FPOyxzEp13U.png?v=1765050018\" style=\"max-width:100%;max-height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center;font-size:30px;font-weight:bolder;line-height:1.6em\"\u003e The pain of being extremely \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"border-bottom:1px;border-bottom-style:dotted;border-color:;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable align=\"center\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\u003ctbody style=\"border:0px\"\u003e\n\n\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:1.2em;text-align:center;font-size:18px;color:black;font-weight:bold;padding-bottom:20px;\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\n\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/image.yes24.com\/goods\/154919838\/XL\" style=\"max-width:100%;height:auto\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%;{split_style6}padding-top:20px;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:left;font-size:16px;font-weight:bold;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e Description \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:left;word-break:break-all;font-size:14px;line-height:1.6em;\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eBook Introduction\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdl\u003e\n\u003cdt\u003e A word from MD\u003c\/dt\u003e\n\u003cdd\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e From my pain to our pain\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Ha Jae-young's essay captures the pain of silent existence.\u003cbr\u003e This time, he tells a story about the pain that passed through his body.\u003cbr\u003e The author's personal suffering, including violence, anxiety, addiction, and binge eating, speaks to the experiences of women of her time.\u003cbr\u003e A book that contains stories of solidarity and resistance, confronting oneself and society through reading and writing.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/dd\u003e\n\u003c\/dl\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e  \u003cdiv\u003eViolence, anxiety, addiction, binge eating and binging, aging… How can we narrate the pain that passes through our bodies? Nonfiction writer Ha Jae-young seeks to fully confront his own deficiencies and wounds and use them as a starting point for reflection.\u003cbr\u003e What kept him going was reading and writing, until his “nonsensical” experiences became tangible, until his fragmented events became “stories.”\u003cbr\u003e In books that capture the struggles of writers like Rebecca Solnit, Caroline Knapp, Vivian Gornick, and Judith Herman, he desperately searches for language.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The author's keen sense of pain is not confined to himself.\u003cbr\u003e He calls out the names of invisible beings, 'beasts', while occupying a space with us through resonance with pain. \u003cbr\u003eAnimals were once “complete other” to him, but he seeks a new relationship that is not one of dominance and subordination, relying on the philosophy of Donna Haraway and others.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Above all, Ha Jae-young's writing has the virtue of not letting go of questions about attitude when writing about the pain of silent beings.\u003cbr\u003e As in his previous work, The Death of a Dog Nobody Hated, he asks from whose position he will speak and from whose standpoint he will listen, what he will write and what he will not write, and he willingly wavers between these questions.\u003cbr\u003e What he wants to achieve through that hesitation is to make us imagine the face of a nameless being in detail.\u003cbr\u003e Pain that starts from ‘me’ connects to the pain of others.\u003cbr\u003e In this way, this book shows us one way for the suffering and forgotten beings of our world to be given their own names.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cul\u003e\u003cli\u003e You can preview some of the book's contents. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ePreview\u003c\/span\u003e\n\n\u003c\/li\u003e\u003c\/ul\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eindex\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e From the words that did not arrive at the West Gate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 1 On the desk\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Frozen Memory: Trying to Say What Doesn't Make Sense\u003cbr\u003e Walnut Desk: My Story Begins\u003cbr\u003e The Place of Desire: Where a Woman Sets Off\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 2 In front of the mirror\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Battlefield of the Body: Days of Struggling with an Unquenchable Hunger\u003cbr\u003e Addiction and Anxiety: How It Feels When There's No Alcohol in the Fridge\u003cbr\u003e At the Rubato Bar: 'That Woman' in the Mirror and 'That Woman' from Long Ago\u003cbr\u003e Lists: Private Hurts, Public Violence\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 3: Beside the Beast\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Loss and Mourning: To Fifi\u003cbr\u003e Reason for being a companion: From a dog that was not chosen by anyone\u003cbr\u003e Writing about pain: a way of 'not speaking'\u003cbr\u003e Working animals: everywhere and nowhere\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eIn the 4th language\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Essayism of Pain: Writing About My Pain in an Age of Pain for Everyone\u003cbr\u003e The Cursed Word: When the Silent One Opens His Mouth  \u003cbr\u003eInner Bloodshed: Recalling What Was Lost\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e main\u003cbr\u003e Recommendation \/ Lee Ra-young\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eDetailed image\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/image.yes24.com\/momo\/TopCate5689\/MidCate008\/568870757.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Detailed Image 1\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eInto the book\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e While writing, I spent more time thinking about 'what didn't I write?' than 'what did I write?'\u003cbr\u003e That is, not the fullness of words, but the lack of words.\u003cbr\u003e When I tried to write about violence, my body froze, and when I tried to write about pain, the words wouldn't come to me.\u003cbr\u003e Desire and addiction were such a shame that I couldn't write a word about them without silencing my inner watcher.\u003cbr\u003e The story I couldn't write never became my own, but that very lack was the proof of the question, 'Who am I?'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"Preface - From Words That Never Arrived\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Places are formed when we build relationships, attach meaning to them, and share experiences. \u003cbr\u003e(…) I wonder if making space a place and forming relationships is like forming relationships with people, a process of passing through time while being covered in wounds.\u003cbr\u003e Now that I feel the depth of loneliness and allow myself to desire, I stop before the sentence, stay within the sentence, and write about 'the me who desires.'\u003cbr\u003e I am sitting at my desk.\u003cbr\u003e This is my place in this house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"The Place of Desire\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If there's one thing I've accomplished in my decade-plus effort to redefine myself, it's that I no longer identify with my body.\u003cbr\u003e The war that turned the body into a battlefield is over.\u003cbr\u003e Although this war's end doesn't mean victory for me, I'm glad that I no longer have to be sent to the battlefield.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"The Battlefield Called 'Body'\"\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eIt feels amazing that I can accomplish things while drinking, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm vulnerable and ruled by fear, and that a large area inside me is occupied by feelings of inferiority and loneliness.\u003cbr\u003e I feel a strong sense of responsibility for the work I'm given, but the fact remains that I reach for alcohol when that responsibility becomes burdensome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"Addiction and Anxiety\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When I looked at the young men and women radiating their passion through the glass doors of the Rubato Bar, when I was so moved by their admiration that I felt envious, and so envy that I felt lonely, the teachings of those outstanding feminists had no effect.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"At the Rubato Bar\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The moment Didion's \"magical thinking\" overlapped with my own loss, I understood that this was a universal human reaction to losing a loved one, and that it was not an abnormal or pathological condition.\u003cbr\u003e We are imperfect and finite. \u003cbr\u003eOnly after we acknowledge that imperfection and finiteness can we move from sorrow to mourning.\u003cbr\u003e Didion wrote, 'Grief is passive, mourning demands attention.'\u003cbr\u003e I understand it this way:\u003cbr\u003e Grief is the 'emotion' that consumes us after a loss, and mourning is the active 'action' of finding a way to live with the loss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"Loss and Mourning\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hodong does not exist as an object of thought or discourse, but he intervenes in my way of thinking and life in unpredictable ways.\u003cbr\u003e So it takes me to a new world.\u003cbr\u003e Hodong's adoption notice contained the following sentence:\u003cbr\u003e “It’s not the small, white, pretty dog ​​that people prefer, but…” Being chosen by this dog that no one else had chosen was one of the greatest things in my life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"Reasons for Companion Species\"\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAnimals, especially livestock, have always existed in human communities, but they are always erased, beings that are erased objects outside of coexistence, non-existent non-beings.\u003cbr\u003e They are everywhere and nowhere to be seen.\u003cbr\u003e Because they are stuck or displayed in pieces on food shelves.\u003cbr\u003e There is no being as thoroughly erased as an objectified animal.\u003cbr\u003e We are not unaware of the systematic incarceration and murder, but we turn away from the truth through the easy way of forgetting.\u003cbr\u003e Animals are the very Other we constantly witness but persistently forget.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"Working Animals\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Again, it's naming.\u003cbr\u003e Calling myself, and others who are in an anonymous situation like me, in the name of love.\u003cbr\u003e The mission this name gives us is to tell stories the world doesn't believe, or perhaps doesn't want to believe.\u003cbr\u003e Like the prophecy of the cursed Cassandra. \u003cbr\u003eTo speak what the world does not listen to, to disrupt the world's order by speaking, to bring forth unknown language and thought from the gaps of the disturbance.\u003cbr\u003e This is the fate that feminine writing must endure, and it is also the possibility inherent in feminine writing.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e ---From \"Cursed Words\"\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003ePublisher's Review\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003e★Highly recommended by cultural critic Lee Ra-young★\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Pain makes me cringe,\u003cbr\u003e At the same time, it makes it clear who I am.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Leaning on a book that is like a support for life\u003cbr\u003e Writing to Explore Your Own Voice\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ha Jae-young, a trusted nonfiction writer who has pioneered new territory in both subject matter and form.\u003cbr\u003e This time, he published a collection of essays in which he took his own shortcomings and wounds as the starting point of his thoughts. \u003cbr\u003eViolence, anxiety, addiction, binge eating and binging, aging… How can the pain and deprivation that permeate his entire body be spoken of? Until \"incoherent\" experiences become tangible, until fragmented events become \"stories,\" it was reading and writing that propelled him.\u003cbr\u003e In the struggles of writers like Rebecca Solnit, Caroline Knapp, Vivian Gornick, and Judith Herman, he has desperately searched for language to express himself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The helplessness of having my body invaded, the anxiety that can only be controlled by alcohol, the sense of loss that comes with aging, and yet the 'desire' to fully write about these events are the materials of this book.\u003cbr\u003e Compared to his previous work, \"The Pain of Being Extremely Me,\" which is based on the author's intimate confessions throughout the book, begins with the most personal story and then moves on to a journey of self-acceptance. \u003cbr\u003eIronically, the force that leads Ha Jae-young on that path is ‘pain.’\u003cbr\u003e For him, pain is “not a simple pathological symptom, but a subtle sensation that arises at the moment when existence rubs up against the world,” and “this unfamiliar sensation crosses the boundaries between memory and body, other and language, and is revealed as a way of being in which I cannot help but be myself.”\u003cbr\u003e The author uses his own pain as a compass to verbalize the reality of pain and arrive at words that do not betray him.\u003cbr\u003e That's why the first chapter is about words that break 'frozen memories'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My writing is shaped by pain, by lack.\u003cbr\u003e (…) Pain makes me cringe, makes me shiver, but at the same time it makes clear who I am. \u003cbr\u003eSo, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call these writings, which record unspoken words, a language that isn't mine, and long-standing silences, \"a self-exploration written with pain.\"\u003cbr\u003e _「From Words That Never Arrived」, pp. 10-11\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“Their story was my story,\u003cbr\u003e “The reason they were silent was the reason I was silent.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ha Jae-young's self-narrative, infinitely personal and political.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hunger was the body I did not have, the desire for the body I did not have, and the frustration of the desire for the body I did not have.\u003cbr\u003e _「In Front of the Mirror」, p. 70\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The pain of fasting and the pleasure of gluttony, the compulsive use of alcohol, the history of discrimination, harassment, and assault imprinted on the body, the helplessness of confirming aging… … The author's narrative revealed in \"The Extreme Pain of Being Me\" is personal, but readers can easily substitute it with their own experiences. \u003cbr\u003eWhat runs through these incidents is the female body, which is “permeated with a common history of violence” (Irayoung Lee, “Recommendation”).\u003cbr\u003e This pain “leaves a trace because it cannot be easily taken out or cut away,” and it becomes not only “a part” of the writer, but also a part of contemporary women.\u003cbr\u003e The body of a woman standing before a mirror is a field of social signs, and the process of re-experiencing “the events that occurred in that body” through writing is not a simple confession of pain.\u003cbr\u003e This is an attempt to confront the ambivalence that cannot be free from the patriarchal gaze, yet still seek insight into the structure of violence.\u003cbr\u003e Although criticizing the nature of oppression does not mean complete freedom from it, the author seeks to remember the ‘lists’ that strangle women’s bodies. \u003cbr\u003eThe 'List', which is supplemented by the experiences of women the author met from the 'List' written by Laura Bates, reveals the true nature of the silence enforced by violence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 'Why are they all different women, yet their stories are all so similar? Why didn't they tell their stories until someone asked?' Of course, I knew.\u003cbr\u003e Their story was my story, and the reason they were silent was the reason I was silent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e _「Lists」, p. 127\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Behind women's silence lies the violence of the gaze on their bodies, and at the same time, the limitations of language in representing experience.\u003cbr\u003e “I didn’t even know whose voice I should speak in,” and “I was suppressed by the louder voices—the voices of the perpetrators, the voices of those in power, the voices that sympathized with them” (The Walnut Table, pp. 41-42). \u003cbr\u003eThe author refers to a time when one could neither speak nor hear properly, a place at the edge of language territory, and describes it as a 'lack of speech.'\u003cbr\u003e “Extreme deficiency becomes silence, and silence erases existence,” so he holds on to “broken language,” hesitates, and yet continues to write.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Our list is not intended to categorize, but to identify where stories overlap and expose the roots of oppression.\u003cbr\u003e This list is a story of all the experiences of being silenced or ignored, and a resistance against a world that has made it impossible for us to believe in ourselves.\u003cbr\u003e We need more lists.\u003cbr\u003e _「Lists」, pp. 127-128\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“I am the story you deleted”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Writing that ethically represents suffering\u003cbr\u003e Writing as resistance, dreaming of connecting with the voiceless.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe author's keen sense of pain is not confined to himself.\u003cbr\u003e He calls out the names of invisible beings, 'beasts', while occupying a space with us through resonance with pain.\u003cbr\u003e Animals were once “complete other” to him, but through empathy for pain, his ethical concerns extend to non-human animals.\u003cbr\u003e Donna Haraway's philosophy explores the relationship between humans and non-human animals as 'beings that transform each other' beyond dominance and subordination, and the insight of Sunaura Taylor, a disability activist and animal rights activist, leads us to look back at working animals.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Above all, Ha Jae-young's writing has the virtue of not neglecting ethical questions about attitude when writing about the suffering of silent beings. \u003cbr\u003eAs in his previous work, The Death of a Dog Nobody Hated, he asks from whose position he will speak and from whose standpoint he will listen, what he will write and what he will not write, and he willingly wavers between these questions.\u003cbr\u003e In the spirit of Susan Sontag, at times I choose not to speak, so that writing does not become a spectacle of suffering, so that it does not become a hasty stigmatization of the voiceless.\u003cbr\u003e What he wants to achieve through that hesitation is to make us imagine the faces of nameless things in detail.\u003cbr\u003e In this way, the pain that starts from ‘me’ is connected to the pain of others.\u003cbr\u003e \"The Pain of Being Extremely Nation\" shows us one way to give proper names to the suffering and forgotten beings of our world.\u003cbr\u003e The suffering person invites readers to the site of resistance where silence is broken through writing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003eI sit at my desk, hoping to unlock possibilities that others haven't, and trying to figure out a way to break the immense silence that surrounds me.\u003cbr\u003e I am a person who is repeatedly cut and damaged by painful memories, a person who wanders lost in fragmented memories.\u003cbr\u003e But I am not someone who hides, disappears, or remains silent as the world expects of me.\u003cbr\u003e Now, from this desk, I will continue my story where others have begun.\u003cbr\u003e _「Walnut Desk」, page 44 \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%;padding-top:20px;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:left;font-size:16px;font-weight:bold;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e GOODS SPECIFICS \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:left;font-size:14px;line-height:1.6em;\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:100%;margin-bottom:5px;line-height:1.6em;font-size:14px\"\u003e - 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