Cursed Bunny: Shortlisted for the 2022 International Booker Prize

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The man continued, his voice slightly louder, “Too obeu duh peh, peh-uh-resteu staseu in oll duh heh-beun, heh-bing sum bee-jeu-nee-seu, do, uh, en, entreeteu huh ah-iseu, to, to teu-inkle—” (Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, / Having some business, do entreat her eyes / To twinkle …) “Hold on!

The CEO is investigated for tax evasion and fraud, thus losing everything physical and emotionally dear to him in the world. The courts ruled that there had been no slander or libel, and my grandfather’s friend ended up with debts from both his business and the lawsuit.Meanwhile, in the region where they had gathered workers to lecture them on spreading rumors, a full-page opinion piece appeared in the local newspaper about the dangers of rats when it came to food sanitation. We thought he would study business in college because he was going to be the owner, but he specialized in engineering instead.

The blameless mother tearfully begged the doctor for his forgiveness as she bowed several times before following her husband out. That night, the bunny nibbled at any paper in the warehouse—cardboard boxes, crumpled newspapers used as packing filler, stacks of old documents, account books going back years, all of it. The man who had been her first seon date restarted the engine and gave her a reluctant last look through the rear-view mirror as she was rolled into the emergency room.Afterwards, he was brought back to his hospital room where, under the influence of anesthesia, he rested motionless for a long time save for the occasional nose-wriggling and nibbling motion of his lips. Doing as the voice instructs, she takes one tentative step at a time, moving further and further away from the car. Actually, that’s exactly what I need, a man to be the father—” “Your future is at stake so think about it. Yes, to be honest, that’s why I’m on this seon date …” She gave a quick summary and confession as to how she became pregnant through the birth control pills and the doctor’s warning. The top of the obstetrician’s head seemed about to pop off far above her layers of blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner— her narrowed stare so sharp that it threatened to cut anyone who met it.

Every operating profit notification, every record of taxes paid to the National Tax Service, everything was in pieces and completely illegible. Now there are ten stories in this collection, but I’m not going to discuss all of them in this review—that’s something for another time. After the twentieth day, the dizziness began, and she became so tired that it was starting to affect her daily functioning. It is indeed hard to pigeon hole these stories (if one was keen to), and it is hard to describe them in any definitive way, other than to say they are not for the faint hearted.She completed graduate studies in Russian and East European area studies at Yale University, then went on to gain a PhD in Slavic literature from Indiana University. We cannot forget to give credit to the talented Anton Hur for the impeccable translation of Chung’s work.

One reoccurring theme that comes across in many of Chung’s short stories is that of humanity’s innate inclination toward selfishness despite the repercussions it may have on other people. They came up with a plan where workers and their families, people who lived near the facilities, and most importantly, the pillars of the community and other important persons of the region were plied with spirits from the warehouse and shown how there was no problem with the sanitation or quality of their product and how much the company was contributing to the local community. She was a typical high school student who had trouble getting up in the morning, liked celebrities, and fretted over her pimples in the mirror.He spent most of his day lying in bed and staring up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, gurgling now and then, but the one thing he consistently did was obsess over the bunny lamp. In the whirlwind of adjusting to her new life, she found herself thinking less and less about the head. A neighbor found him sitting in the middle of the road, dazed from having wandered around the vicinity of the school for a long time. Her daughter could pretty much handle the whole process if the woman reminded her of every step, from lowering her underwear, sitting on the toilet and doing her business, wiping her behind, putting on her clothes again, flushing, and washing her hands. Grandfather summoned all his connections, high and low, to get in touch with someone who knew someone who knew yet another someone who worked for a subcontractor for the company that killed his friend.