A fortnight with Han Kang's magical words
Book title: We Do Not Part Book author: Han Kang Two weekends ago, we went to Aziz market to check out some backpacks and there was the bookstore, a proper bookstore with a hustle bustle of book business going on and I let myself indulge into it. I had no intention of buying anything, I told Samudro. Still, I asked someone "Do you have anything from Han Kang". Then this white colored hardcover caught my attention. I held it, it was sooo light. The typeface, spacing, touch of the paper—lovely. With a sheepish look I looked at Samudro "this is the last book I am buying in my life... for July 2024... trust me it's just the most beautiful cover and binding"... Samudro was laughing, he knew it, I can't be trusted, not even for July 2025. I am reading Han Kang for the first time. Her novel is prose, giving off her poetic identity. She illustrates a room when a character enters there, she zooms in the snow, the clouds, the air that passes through... So rich she pai...
