Reviews
I like the book cover. It's short and it sounds good to read without pressure.
I've been very fond of three lies about beings, and I'm buying your other book. But it was fine because it was thin and read quickly and your style of writing was unaltered. The war had left the victims with a sad desire to return to their homeland. The main character, to be honest, was a terrible one.
It's a remarkable work, a brief, and a locily representation of the tragic memories of the lonely fates that have been ravaged by war.
A life of lies that creates individuals in war and in it... And the confused perceptions that are true.
It's a good reading. It's a special color. Three lies of illiterate beings, in the last day. I read your book. It's similar, but good.
"I've spent a very long time in one city. I don't know any of the people there. So it doesn't matter where I am. I would have been free and happy if nobody had loved me. "The last of the story, Sang Dor, confesss to a little bird he grows (perhaps only in his mind):. He is a mixed crowd in the city where his humiliated friends no longer return, who lie on double doors in the evening and are anxious to see their lives pass. He is a factory worker, but also a sad navigator, and his only pleasure
Agota Christoph: yesterday
Korean title: 어제
Korean author: 아고타 크리스토프
Korean publisher: 문학동네
ISBN-13: 9788954603584
Reviews
I like the book cover. It's short and it sounds good to read without pressure.
I've been very fond of three lies about beings, and I'm buying your other book. But it was fine because it was thin and read quickly and your style of writing was unaltered. The war had left the victims with a sad desire to return to their homeland. The main character, to be honest, was a terrible one.
It's a remarkable work, a brief, and a locily representation of the tragic memories of the lonely fates that have been ravaged by war.
A life of lies that creates individuals in war and in it... And the confused perceptions that are true.
It's a good reading. It's a special color. Three lies of illiterate beings, in the last day. I read your book. It's similar, but good.
"I've spent a very long time in one city. I don't know any of the people there. So it doesn't matter where I am. I would have been free and happy if nobody had loved me. "The last of the story, Sang Dor, confesss to a little bird he grows (perhaps only in his mind):. He is a mixed crowd in the city where his humiliated friends no longer return, who lie on double doors in the evening and are anxious to see their lives pass. He is a factory worker, but also a sad navigator, and his only pleasure
