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Chapter 63

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After breaking up with Oh Jin-woo,


I immediately called editor Mitsuharu.


“Hello. This is Lee Sang.”


—Ah, Mr. Lee Sang! This is Mitsuharu.


“Hi. It’s been a while. Last time, I only contacted you via email.”


—Haha… that’s right. Anyway, I’m glad to hear from you. I have good news to share today.


“Good news? I’m curious.”


—I think you might have expected this! The Japanese edition of Starting Again has gone into its 10th printing as of yesterday.


As he said, it was something I anticipated.


But now that it has come to fruition, it’s only natural that I feel good about it.


“Thank you for your hard work, Editor. It’s all thanks to Domark Publishing.”


They had been doing their best to promote my book.


Occasionally, they faced attacks from right-wing groups.


The publishing industry in Japan is still quite conservative.


—What are you saying? The Outsider is also out of its first printing and we’re preparing for its third edition. It’s really impressive. But, Mr. Lee, if you’re going to send the book to overseas publishers, you’ll need to sign another contract with us…


As expected.


The previous contract was only half-finished.


It only stated, “If it exceeds 10 printings, we will proceed with mediation.”


So a detailed contract needed to be negotiated afterward.


It was something I had to do anyway.


While in Japan, I planned to clear my mind and write poetry.


“Sounds good. I’ll go there. I have some work this week, but I’ll go next week.”


The ‘work this week’ was the premiere of the film The Outsider.


If it weren’t for that, I would have gone right away.


—Oh? Will you be coming? Thank you, Mr. Lee. Domark will cover your round-trip flight and accommodation costs.


“Just the flight ticket, please. I’ll handle my accommodation. I’m thinking of staying in Japan for a while.”


—If you’re staying for a while… how many days do you have in mind?


It’s now early August.


I needed to return by September when classes start.


“Hmm… about two weeks.”


This trip to Japan will be a bit longer.


At a study cafe in Hapjeong-dong.


Five young critics were hard at work studying.


Once a month, they gather to discuss a book that’s difficult to read alone.


The book for this session was Georg Lukács’ The Theory of the Novel.


It was a theoretical work that must be tackled in literary studies.


‘What is the modern novel?’


The four critics debated this difficult question.


Their faces were lively.


One critic read the preface of The Theory of the Novel.


“How fortunate was the era when one could read the map to the path leading to the stars? And how fortunate was the time when starlight illuminated that path?”


“In short, it means that in modern times, there is no predetermined path of destiny called ‘the stars.’ In the past, paths were defined at birth by class, gender, religion, etc., but now we have to forge our own way.”


“Portraying the lives of those who have lost the stars—”


“Is what modern novels are about. It shows people wandering in the dark without a set path.”


“Seeing that chaos, readers may find their own paths in life. That’s one of the important roles of a novel. Even if it’s not a star, it might be a small light, right?”


A constructive discussion about the essence of the novel.


The critics engaged in the conversation with scholarly fervor.


And among them was Ji-hoon.


A little later, during a break.


“Let’s take a break—anyone want to go for a smoke?”


“Ji-hoon, I do.”


Fellow critic Park Min-woo followed Ji-hoon outside.


He was also the person who exchanged manuscripts for the Daehan Literary Award with Ji-hoon.


Inside the smoking booth.


The two naturally talked about the Daehan Literary Award.


“You must have had a hard time reviewing for the preliminary round, too, Min-woo.”


“I thought my eyes were going to fall out.”


“Me too. Why are there so many novels in Korea?”


Ji-hoon’s joke made Park Min-woo smile wryly.


He didn’t seem to be in a good mood.


“Is something wrong?”


With a dark expression, he spoke to Ji-hoon.


“… Actually, I followed you here because I have something to say.”


“Something to say?”


“I think you’ll find out eventually, anyway.”


“Why are you being so serious about it?”


Ji-hoon chuckled.


Park Min-woo took a deep drag from his cigarette.


“I didn’t make it past the preliminary round for Sesano.”






Ji-hoon's face hardened.


It's not polite to question the decisions of other judges.


But Sesano is superior to other works in both sales and artistic quality.


Elimination from the preliminary review? Ji-hoon couldn't understand.


"What’s the reason? I’m not trying to argue; I’m just curious."


"I got a call. From several places."


Ji-hoon clenched his eyes shut.


He had a feeling.


Probably the literary power brokers who are close to Garasa.


"They pressured me. I can't tell you exactly who called, but... you know how it is. Critics can starve if they don't get commissions."


Ji-hoon had no words.


He couldn't get angry or express understanding.


"I am being cowardly. I’m sorry... I felt I had to tell you, Ji-hoon. Please keep it a secret from the writer. I'm really sorry."


Seeming embarrassed to be there, he extinguished his cigarette and left the smoking booth.


Ji-hoon stood there blankly, still holding his cigarette.


After a moment, he muttered as if cursing.


"Light, what light..."


The premiere of the movie Inside and Outside.


The screening took place at a certain art cinema in Yongsan.


It was a showcase attended by the production team and actors of Inside and Outside, as well as film-related people, film critics, and cultural reporters.


I watched Inside and Outside sitting between director Jo In-hu and actor Choi Oh-jun.


Choi Oh-jun's performance, playing both Male 1 and Male 2, was impressive.


He portrayed two men with sharply contrasting conditions.


In response, Choi Oh-jun moved like Janus.


The performance of actress Jang Ha-neul was equally remarkable.


She had a poignant yet inscrutable aura.


Though her part was brief, it left a strong impression.


Another actress playing Male 2's wife convincingly embodied the role of a cultured middle-class woman.


Two hours of runtime flew by.


And then the final scene.


...Professor Jo In-chang's room appeared.


A space filled with books.


Uniquely, the last scene was shot in black and white.


As if it were not of the real world.


The back of Choi Oh-jun.


It was unclear where his gaze was directed.


To the bookshelf? The window? The wall?


At a vague angle, as if embedded in some 'in-between.'


The camera scanned his back slowly.


Staying at the floor, then rising again, there was no one in the chair.


The sunlight gradually brightened.


Eventually, it was blinding to my eyes.


And the ending credits rolled up.


I kept my eyes closed for a long moment before opening them.


It was a beautiful image.


The completed movie Inside and Outside was... as splendid as the novel.


Clap clap clap clap clap...


Applause erupted.


Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!!!!!


The sound of applause was thunderous.


When I turned slightly, I saw people giving a standing ovation.


After a moment, the press conference began.


Director Jo In-hu, the lead actors, and I, the original author, went forward.


I was overwhelmed by the flashes and cheers, along with the clapping.


A sight not often seen at an art film premiere.


Some quick-footed photographers hurried to the corners to take wide shots.


The assistant director in charge of the conference spoke up.


"Now, we will start the press conference for the movie Inside and Outside, with director and actors present. We are also joined by author Lee Sang, so please feel free to ask questions."


The reporters raised their hands.


The first reporter called on asked director Jo In-hu.


"Director Jo In-hu, I found this work really impressive. It feels quite different from your previous works. It seems to be related to the original work; was there any particular trigger?"


Director Jo In-hu took the microphone.


"Well... I used to have absolute standards. I wouldn’t adapt works with original scripts, nor would I change them when writing screenplays... But this time was different. From the start, even though there was an original work, ha ha... I felt like I was going crazy wanting to make it into a film. I broke my absolute standards. Once one thing broke, the next level broke, and so on... Like a bird breaking out of an egg into the world. It was a great opportunity for me to grow."


Director Jo In-hu is a humble person.


Despite being called a master of the art film world, he can use the word 'growth.'


Questions then shifted to the actors after director Jo In-hu.


Most were compliments about their acting and expectations for the film.


The press conference continued in a lively atmosphere.


A question came to me as well.


"Author Lee Sang, how are the novel Inside and Outside and the film Inside and Outside alike and different?"


"In one sentence— the novel Inside and Outside is what only a novel can create, and the film Inside and Outside is what only a film can capture. The beauty shown through language and the beauty shown through images are completely different, so the two works can be seen as separate works."


"Were you heavily involved in the screenplay for this project?"


“No, not at all. Everything was led by Director Jo In-ho. I was just doing some verification and giving my opinions.”


“What parts did you give your opinions on?”


I smiled and replied.


“I will say no comment.”


The leader of this film is, after all, Director Jo In-ho.


Discussing which parts Director Jo did well or which parts were changed by Lee Sang would only create cracks in the work.


In addition, questions about the content of continued.


They were relatively mild questions.


It was surprising to see how comfortably I could engage in such a relaxed Q&A with the reporters.


With that, the preview ended.


I heard there would be another event among the production team, so I left first.


Ji-hoon couldn’t come today because he had a study session, so I headed down to the underground parking lot alone.


It was when I got off the elevator.


Someone was waiting for me.


“Excuse me, Writer Lee Sang? I apologize for the sudden approach.”


A young man with a slightly awkward demeanor bowed to me.


“I’m a reporter from the Arts Specialized Journal, ‘Field Art.’ I, um…”


He handed me his business card.


And then cautiously asked.


“First of all, I apologize for approaching you suddenly. I knew it was a bit rude to wait, but it seemed like something I couldn’t ask at the press conference…”


“What is it that you want to ask?”


I asked, slightly on guard.


Somehow, it seemed the press conference had ended without incident.


He quickly took out a recording device for the interview.


“The news came out this afternoon that your debut work did not pass the preliminary round for the Daehan Literature Award. Many critics and readers have expressed doubts about this outcome. There are even speculations that some publishing companies may have exerted pressure regarding this… I apologize for intruding, but I wanted to know your thoughts on this matter, so I came to find you.”


didn’t pass the preliminary round?


So that happened.


Ji-hoon must be in an uproar right now.


There’s hardly another place in the literary world where the influence of power is as significant as it is with literary awards.


It’s not a system that allows for blind judging.


It wouldn’t be surprising for a faction to influence the results.


However, this reporter seemed different.


His face was resolute, as if he was somewhat angry.


He believed that the disqualification of was unjust.


It wasn’t the best attitude for a reporter, but I appreciated it.


It felt like he was representing the faces of many readers who love my work.


So, I decided to respond to his interview unusually.


“I appreciate your concern, but I’m not interested in the awards they give.”


“May I ask why?”


He asked, still looking frustrated.


I answered him.


“An award is ultimately a matter of proving value. There are various ways to prove value.”


“…”


“I will prove the value of my writing in my own way.”


The reporter seemed about to ask something more, but then stopped.


He showed a faint smile and said,


“I think that’s a sufficient answer. Thank you.”





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