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Teenage Throwaways: Familiar Things by Hwang Sok-yong

  • onJuly 22, 2017
  • Vol.36 Summer 2017
  • byMaya Jaggi
Familiar Things
Tr. Sora Kim-Russell
2017
216pp.

 

More than forty years ago, Hwang Sok-yong traced the bewilderment of millions who toiled for the economic miracle in his classic short story, “The Road to Sampo,” about a drifter returning to his fishing village to find his island scarred by construction sites. In Familiar Things, published in Korean in 2011 and now out in Sora Kim-Russell’s assured English translation, the author returns to an era of breakneck industrialization to probe the human and environmental costs of the “Miracle on the Han River” and its analogues around the world.

The novel begins with the enchant-ment and anticipation of a children’s adventure. A boy standing on an open truck speeds along a riverside expressway, boldly facing the future. The silver grass and sunset evoke a “foreign, faraway land.” Yet the boy and his mother are riding a garbage truck bound for the western outskirts of a megacity. As the convoy climbs a dirt road beyond the “cozy lights” of a village, the child is ripped from his fairytale.

At the crest of the hill, “they could barely breathe from the stench. The smell was unbearably foul, a vile combination of every bad odour in the world—manure, sewage, spoiled food, hard-boiled soy sauce, fermented soybean paste. Clinging to their faces . . . were swarms of flies.” This fetid heap is to be the thirteen-year-old’s workplace and home.

The novel’s 1980s setting on “Flower Island” alludes to Seoul’s Nanjido, once a beauty spot in the Han River famous for orchids and peanuts. Nanjido became the capital’s landfill from 1978-92, when its garbage mountain rose hundreds of meters. In this child’s-eye view of the rapacious logic of mass production and consumption, “the people who lived there were likewise discards and outcasts driven from the city.”

Choi Jeong-ho aka Bugeye (a police-man called him a “bug-eyed little punk”) lives by his fists, wits, and resilient imagination. A veteran of garment sweatshops, he and his mother quit their inner-city slum to join the perilous shantytown of 6,000 trash-pickers. His father was among thousands marched off to re-education camps after a new general seized power vowing to “clean up society”—an allusion to General Chun Doo-hwan’s military coup of 12 December 1979 and “social cleansing” policies.

Bugeye joins masked pickers he sees as astronauts or space aliens, trawling for “yogurt bottles, empty cosmetics jars” in hardhats with miners’ headlamps. A shadow-city microcosm, the dump is a production line with a pecking order of rakers. Bugeye’s stepfather figure, whom he dubs Baron Ashura after a manga villain, runs the work crew like a general. District dumps yield less than private-sector waste such as US military bases. While humble pickers pay a permit fee, there are “Flower Island chaebols, the big CEOs of the trash world.” As his mother points out, “It may be garbage now, but they say it turns to gold.”

Seoulites pinch their noses when Flower Islanders hit town. Facing schoolgirls in uniform, Bugeye “felt like he was watching a movie, and he could not enter the screen.” Yet he and the Baron’s son Baldspot, in hacked-off blue jeans, roam and watch the seasons turn. They visit Peddler Grandpa who dismantles electronics, and his epileptic daughter who rescues stray dogs abandoned amid the new high-rises. When not wolfing “Flower Island stew” made from scavenged food, the boys eat ramen from styrofoam care packages at church school (“where rich ladies come to have their picture taken”). Pickings are plentiful during Chuseok (Korean harvest festival), while kimchi-making season yields little but rotting cabbage and coal ash. Twice a month, a chemical stench sprayed from helicopters turns roofs “shiny black from dead flies.”

The novel pulls poetry from the detritus, with a lucky find after a good turn affording a spree in a downtown toy store. A glue-sniffing interlude resembles a hallucinogenic video game. Since Hwang’s break with pure realism in 2000, he has borrowed from shamanic narratives, as he told me in London in 2015.1 Here, mysterious “blue lights” become a portal into a dokkaebi realm, with a lost pastoral of sailing boats and swaying sorghum that may yet be recovered. At a riverside shrine where islanders once held shamanic rituals, a “mad” woman makes solemn offerings of cherished possessions—a broken pipe, a tarnished hairpin—in defiance of a throwaway society.

A blaze sparked by methane fireballs sweeps the shantytown. But with time, “the flower stalks would bore their way through the ash.” The Nanjido landfill was reborn in 2002 as an urban eco-project, Seoul’s World Cup Park. Hwang offers a crucial reminder of the park’s emergence from a pitiless system where children are “worth less than scrap metal.” 

 


by Maya Jaggi
Cultural Journalist
Critic for Financial Times and the Guardian

 


1. https://audioboom.com/posts/3199690-hwang-sok-yong-in-conversation-with-maya-jaggi

 

Author's Profile

Hwang Sok-yong was born in Changchun, Manchuria in 1943. After the liberation from Japanese occupation, he moved to his mother’s hometown Pyongyang, where he lived with his mother’s side of the family. In 1947, his family moved to the South and he grew up in Yeongdeungpo. Hwang left Kyungbok High School in 1962 and left home to wander the southern provinces. He returned home in October, and in November of that year he won the New Author Literary Prize from the magazine Sasanggye for his short story, “Near the Marking Stone.” Hwang lived life as a drifter, taking up manual labor and temple jobs until 1970 when his short story “The Pagoda” won the Chosun Ilbo New Writer’s Contest and he began his writing career in earnest. He also participated in the Vietnam War.

Throughout the 1970s, Hwang Sok-yong published a continuous stream of works that became well known such as “Far from Home,” “Mr. Han’s Chronicle,”“The Road to Sampo,” and “A Dream of Good Fortune,” becoming a foremost author in the Korean literary world. For the duration of the seventies, he went undercover working at the Guro Industrial Complex and took part in the resistance movement through his membership in the Association of Writers for Actualized Freedom while penning his epic novel, Jang Gilsan.

In the 1980s, Hwang completed his full-length novel, The Shadow of Arms, which shines light on the capitalistic world system during the Vietnam War. He did this all while working tirelessly to organize the fight to spread the truth about the Gwangju Democratization Movement as well as a variety of other resistance movements. After visiting North Korea in March 1989, Hwang was unable to return to South Korea and took refuge as an invited author at the Berlin Academy of Arts. In 1991, he continued his exile in New York. After returning to South Korea in 1993, he was sentenced to seven years in prison, but was released in 1998 after serving five of those years. Following this, he has shown year after year that his creative spirit will not die with the publication of The Old Garden (2000), The Guest (2001), Shim Cheong (2003), Princess Bari (2007), Hesperus (2008), Gangnam Dream (2010), A Familiar World (2011), The Sound of the Shallow Water (2012), and Dusk (2015). He has been awarded the Manhae Literature Prize, the Lee San Literature Prize, and the Daesan Literary Award, among others. Hwang’s major works have been translated and published around the world in countries such as France, the US, Italy, and Sweden.