Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 155



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 155

After class, break time comes like a sweet rain.

10 minutes.

It feels really short, but at the same time, there is no such long time.

In just 10 minutes, we played ball in the back of the classroom, five or six people sat around and played a game, a fight broke out while talking about an idol’s new song, and we finished all the overdue homework… .

After using up so much time, when the bell rings again, they lament as if their world is falling apart, asking, ‘Is recess over already?’

That’s the daily life of ordinary students… .

But Baekhak Arts Middle School is special.

There are children who have to constantly add the title ‘senior’ to the stage names of idols that others call them, and there are also children who have to meet child actors on TV as their partner sitting next to them.

Various youth competitions force fierce competition without regard for children, and some fields are already at a crossroads where they must either jump into the professional world or be left behind.

The cold art world values ​​talent over effort.

Because that’s the way the world is.

Therefore, we cannot play ball during recess like the children of the female children.

Only by putting in a little more, hard-working effort can you overcome the gap in innate talent.

Therefore, the topic that Baekhak Arts Middle School Creative Writing students discuss during recess is… .

Not Kim Byul, who won the Best Actress award at Cannes, nor Shidehara, who left a posthumous work that shook the archipelago… .

“ah! So where are we going?”

It was a school trip destination.

EP 10 – Starry Sky

If you sit them down and try to teach them in a serious way, they say things like, ‘I don’t like it,’ and ‘Classics are boring!’ Due to the (hipster) nature of academics, where ‘Read my novel!’ comes first,

The Department of Creative Writing at Baekhak Arts Middle School prioritized students’ autonomy.

Therefore, Moon Chang and his third-grade homeroom teacher left the school trip destination to the students’ discretion.

– Set a class meeting by this week!

This means that from now on, we must kill each other.

And the students, who had become accustomed to the slaughter of Gampyeong classes over the past two years, pulled out shurikens and swung them at their classmates without hesitation. It was a decisiveness and cruelty that even the Sichuan Tang family, the originator of the Battle Royale education method, would criticize.

“After all, a school trip is Gyeongju.”

“The race is Eva! “Does that damn Cheomseongdae feed you?”

“My mom is from Gyeongju… .”

“whatever.”

“Guys, how is Japan?”

“Osaka is great!”

“I was talking about Tokyo? Osaka is too noisy-”

“what? Tokyo? “Tokyo is so petty-”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“Go to London safely. London.”

“Okay, okay. You are rich enough to go to London easily. “Everyone knows, so be quiet.”

“Is this what happened in Taiwan?”

“Is there something in Taiwan?”

“Bubble tea, castella, Chiang Kai-shek.”

“Who is Chiang Kai-shek?”

“Oh, don’t be a jerk and go to Jeju Island.”

“That’s because you’re from Jeju Island-”

“what. “Is Jeju Island good to live in?”

“What is there on Jeju Island?”

“Tangerines, tangerines, braised boneless cutlassfish.”

“I’m suddenly craving Jeju Island.”

“Hey, guys. First, I wrote down the candidates on the blackboard: Gyeongju, Tokyo, Osaka, England, Taiwan, Jeju Island… “Is there anything else besides this?”

“for a moment! Class monitor! Why is Japan divided into Tokyo and Osaka? “This is election fraud!”

“Because you guys fought… .”

“We will unite nationally to win the election.”

“Yeah, yeah. Tokyo and Osaka combine to make Japan… And is there anything else?”

“me. Turkye.”

“Turki, what? Türkiye? “What’s there?”

“Ice cream, Erdonan, Constantinople,”

“Yeah, yeah… .”

Because it was a wealthy school, there were many candidates for travel destinations. Now that the coronavirus pandemic is over, restrictions on overseas travel have been lifted. There was no way to stop the children once they started going crazy.

In the past, children who wanted to go to a better arts high school instead of Baekhak Arts High School would have studied hard and created an academic atmosphere, but that is no longer the case.

An art school with a better creative writing department than Baekhak Arts High School?

It was all over the world. Until recently.

But those guys aren’t writers, right? Okay, this is trash.

We were talking about the pro level.

The third-grade students at Munchang are not even looking at schools other than Baekhak Arts High School. I’m afraid of being cheated.

Therefore, ‘study’ and ‘school’ disappeared from the minds of children in their prime.

What remains is, of course, a place to play.

“hey! you! “We were supposed to film Japan!”

“If I were to go to Osaka, I would rather go to Jeju Island.”

“It’s betrayal! betrayal!”

“hey! “This is a rigged election!”

“Don’t pick London, you fucking bastards! “I have no money!”

“Constantinople, the city of longing, can never give up!”

“Our soccer club cannot acknowledge the election results. “I will arrest the class leader and declare martial law.”

In any case, while Jeju Island was being selected as a school trip destination through a legal and democratic process,

There were two children who were talking about topics that were far from their own.

Sure enough, it is a writer and a man, Yuna.

“… “Didn’t I tell you not to underline in your books with a highlighter?”

“But this is convenient.”

The two children are now referred to as boy and girl rather than ‘child’.

But now and then, risking one’s life for a book is the same.

The two brought the same book and placed it on the desk as if they had made a promise.

The writer’s things were neat, and there was a notebook next to it.

Guy Yuna’s was tattered with highlighters and various notes,

It seemed clear that neither of them had read this book in vain.

Eisaku Shidehara’s last book is ‘A Beautiful Thing in Itself.’

With this book in between, the two writers gave the same evaluation.

“This is not a novel… .”

“It’s an autobiography.”

“right. “It’s an autobiography.”

The name of the main character in ‘A Beautiful Thing in Itself’ is ‘Eisaku’.

His last name is ‘Sidehara’.

The novel begins with an omniscient third-person account of the birth of a baby named Eisaku Shidehara in Nakano-ku, Tokyo.

And that business-like, editorial perspective does not change until the end of the novel.

In other words, Eisaku Shidehara put his entire life into a novel.

And that too from the point of view of a cold-hearted, omniscient author.

“That’s how Eisaku Shidehara made himself…” I brought it down. From the creator of the literary world to a pitiful creature in front of the creator.”

“So you like it?”

“yes.”

An autobiography portrays a person. It is refined into a cool, dignified, friendly, respectable, and lovable being.

But the novel uses one human being. In order to entertain readers, characters are made painful and miserable.

Eisaku Shidehara ‘used’ himself like that.

From witnessing his parents’ most humiliating moments to his own comical first masturbation.

And beyond such personal shame, it is the pain of the most miserable moments that shakes one’s life and breaks one’s humanity… .

It was made into a caricature solely to entertain readers, and was used as a ‘trial’ to make the story smoother.

A human life like that. It is fully captured in the novel.

And that sincerity shines through.

As the darkness of life is captured as it is, the brilliance also shines brilliantly.

The smile of a child walking down a stone wall path holding his parent’s hand on a rainy day.

The day a raven-haired boy in school uniform held hands with the girl he loved for the first time.

A magical moment when my dream of appearing on the stage for four years comes true.

Days of struggle to overcome the crushing waves of life with friends.

And writhing in my arms… My child’s fingers.

Eisaku Shidehara succeeded in capturing the splendor of life in his novel. It is truly a feat worthy of the final achievement of a great writer, and a compilation worthy of the last human being called Eisakura Shidehara.

And he gave this title to his life.

“A beautiful thing in itself… .”

Life Is Beautiful.

It’s a strong message.

The truth of life becomes a literary weapon more powerful than anything else.

“If we go one step further… .”

“There will be a story about a private novel, right?”

“yes.”

My father committed suicide, leaving behind a collection of private novels.

Eisaku Shidehara, a writer who made his name known by criticizing his father.

The last novel he left behind… .

“It’s a private novel. “It’s an ironic story.”

“I don’t think it’s a private novel?”

“… !”

Munin glared at Gu Yuna.

Gu Yuna also stared at the writer quietly.

Rather than the writer’s glare filled with aggression, Gu Yuna’s eyes filled with pure madness were more powerful.

The writer quickly closed his eyes.

Gu Yuna gently tilted her head.

“Why is this a private novel?”

“It’s a private novel because I wrote a personal story.”

“You don’t know that. “Could it be that Eisaku Shidehara lied?”

“What… !”

Gu Yuna, who mercilessly turned the dead man into a liar, presented the following argument.

“Human memory is not perfect. “How can we think that the past decades ago, recalled by an old man just before he died, is close to the truth?”

“… … .”

“And even if it were true, why would we believe it? What is the basis for saying that the real-life Eisaku Shidehara and the character ‘Eisaku Shidehara’ in the novel are the same person? Nothing but the name. “Then this is pure fiction.”

However, in the writer’s view, this was a private novel.

And other prominent literary figures may have similar thoughts.

Therefore, usually in these cases, Gu Yuna’s opinion would be dismissed with the conclusion, ‘Stop playing with words and study hard.’

But writers are different.

“I guess that’s possible.”

“… really?”

The writer smiled slightly and nodded.

This is because Gu Yuna secretly reveals her genius only to those people.

“… … Above all, Eisaku Shidehara never once said in this book that this was his story. He was absorbed in turning his life into a novel. Then, instead of bringing up the discussion of private novels outside of the novel, it is right to just read this novel with fun and be happy as the author intended. “That is the correct way to read.”

Gu Yuna hugged the book and turned around as if she would not allow any objections.

The writer smiled cheerfully at the sight.

“Isn’t that a very meaningful thought?”

“… “I always say things that mean something.”

“It is also important to respect the author’s intention. “If writer Shidehara had listened to what you said, he would have been very happy.”

“Was it so?”

Guy Yuna was excited, the writer laughed,

“ha……”

The student who was listening to their conversation in the front seat sighed deeply, envious of the writer who spoke of ‘Eisaku Shidehara’ as if he were an acquaintance rather than a great person.

At times like this, there is always a desire to join in on the conversation and ask questions, but Mun-in is the type of person who secretly puts up an iron wall, and Gu Yu-na is Gu Yu-na.

They are very difficult to get along with.

However, although it is difficult to become friends with masters, if you pick up the rice paper and seek enlightenment, a rise in your level will naturally follow.

“hmm… !”

The student in the front sat down and listened intently.

Thanks to that, I was able to clearly hear Gu Yuna’s next remarks.

“It’s nice to talk to you like this after so long.”

“… !”

“… !”

“… !”

The writer was shocked, the student in front of him was shocked, and Park Chang-woon, who was coming in through the front door of the classroom, was also shocked.

A bombshell statement that is hard to believe came out of Gu Yuna’s mouth!

The culprit, of course, is Min Hyo-min, an idol who went crazy after being banned from dating during her teenage years.

That’s my first piece of advice. Tell me that I enjoy spending time with you!

For reference, this advice was taken from the lyrics of a love song that Min Hyo-min practices 12 hours a day.

In any case, if you tie an adolescent girl who is thirsty for love into a contract and make her practice love songs for 12 hours, this kind of monster is born.

So the writer listens to me carefully?

yes! Trust me, the expert!

As Gu Yu-na followed Min Hyo-min’s advice and gave ‘a greeting that makes the other person listen to the request,’ she now brought up the request.

Gu Yuna said, taking out a thick wad of manuscript paper from her bag.

“So, I have a novel I’m writing these days, so could you help me-”

“Okay, I’ll go out for a moment.”

But the writer’s face turned white and he ran away.

Gu Yuna, who was left alone, hugged a bundle of manuscript papers and tilted her head with a puzzled expression.

“… ?”

While everyone around them looks at them with shocked expressions,

Gu Yuna naturally threw the stack of manuscript papers on the desk and went to catch the writer who had run away.

On the wad of paper left on the desk was this title written in crooked handwriting.

‘The starry sky’.