Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 130



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EP 5 – Love Story

“iced coffee…”

This was hell.

A truly merciless massacre is taking place.

[You could say that Seol and I are old friends. Since his days at Oxford, he has been very interested in literature. Since I am still one year older than you, I have a friend from a far away country…]

Baek Seol was angry, saying that he could tolerate being criticized, but he could not bear seeing his writer die.

She eventually pulled out her magic sword to punish the Japanese who had insulted us by ‘moving hotels’.

It’s not even just one.

Baekseol initially mobilized the power of the Baekhak Group. Using the keyword ‘chaebol translator’, reporters were brought in from Korea and monopolized all the spotlight at this event.

And secondarily, the power of academic ties was mobilized. Baek Seol, a graduate of Oxford’s Department of English Literature, has a wealth of connections in the UK.

Among them was even famous mystery novelist Elisa Christine.

And Elisa Christine is being interviewed by Korean reporters inside the event venue.

This is especially true against the backdrop of gloomy, intimidated Japanese publishers.

No, that must have been an intentional location selection.

[I also read ‘Love Story’! How touching! And above all, it was translated so well that it was hard to tell that it was a foreign work.]

Then, Elisa Christine linked arms with Baek Seol who was next to her.

[I was really impressed! If the day comes when my novel is published in Korea, I would like to entrust the translation to Seol.]

For your information, those two people are not friends.

However, the roommate who shared a room with Baek Seol for two years is Elisa Christine’s younger sister.

So, it can be said that Elisa Christine is a business cheerleader mobilized through personal connections.

However, as it was a business, support fire was certain. Watching the Booker Prize judges rush out to greet Elisa Christine, we could see the position of the support group Baekseol had brought in in the British publishing industry.

This morning.

Baek Seol said this to me.

– Author.

Although she looked extravagant and sophisticated than usual, her thoughtful voice was the same as usual.

– Actually… our odds of winning are really low.

– I guessed it.

– To put it bluntly, it is a pacemaker. Did the Booker Foundation people not know about Korea-Japan relations? Those people are really smart people.

We all know that the Booker Prize is very famous in Korea since ‘The Vegetarian’ won the Booker International Prize in 2016. So from then on, they always included at least one Korean among the candidates.

Of course, it may have been chosen because the novel was really good, but it is true that the issue of Korea and Japan fighting over the Booker Prize itself is helpful to the Booker Foundation. And that they almost certainly expected this to happen.

Of course, Baek Seol didn’t bring up this story to discourage me.

– That’s right, writer. Why is the Booker Prize good? Isn’t it famous because the moment you receive an award, it becomes known throughout the English-American world?

– From a commercial standpoint, yes.

– So, wouldn’t it be okay to become famous even if you don’t win the Booker Prize?

– That’s some novel nonsense.

– Don’t worry! No matter what I do, I will make sure your name appears in the news in the UK and US at least once! Please trust me and leave it to me!

Baek Seol swore to me like that.

And so it happened.

The Japanese people, who had been scratching our heads by just upgrading the hotel by one level, were unable to keep their spirits up due to the huge barrage of camera flashes and the appearance of Elisa Christine.

But I don’t think I can endure this dizzying atmosphere any longer.

I ran away from the Booker Foundation people who were walking around in confusion, the Korean reporters who were excitedly taking pictures of Baekseok, and literary figures from 13 countries who wondered what all the fuss was about today.

But there is no paradise where you run away.

I ran away to find a place to catch my breath, and eventually ended up running into him.

“huh?”

The writer Eisaku Shidehara, the old man who smoked on the railing of a building.

“You… no. “Are you a writer?”

“Oh, hello.”