While in the middle of reading another book —“The Five Wounds”, by Kirsten Valdez Quade —
and listening to another book,
“Three Girls From Bronzeville”, by Dawn Turner
a library ebook came in…
I curiously started reading the 160 page novella …and didn’t stop until finishing it.
“Lemon” [a Korean translated psychological literary crime thriller] is the strangest-odd-intriguing….slowly affecting book …
It’s actually ‘grueling affecting’ …. sneaking up on us as to just how much so.
When the entangling power hits - it felt like a brick-to-the head.
The first chapter (an interrogation of a boy named Han Manu), grabs hold of your shirt - rips it off - wets it - drys it - irons it - puts it on to wear - then walks off —leaving us to wonder ‘WTF’?
The dialogue in the first chapter, “Shorts”, is continuously twisted. Kwon Yeo-sun brilliantly knows how to spin-a-yard.
A detective told the boy—Han Manu—(the perceived prime witness)
to listen carefully. He needed him think carefully before answering and if not things would not go well for him.
“You we’re on your scooter on the way to a chicken delivery when you passed a car being driven by Shin Jeongjun. Correct?”
“No”
“No?”
“The detective’s gaze skimmed the document and shot back up. Well, that’s what your statement says”.
“I wasn’t on my way to a delivery. I was on my way back”.
“An inconsequential detail”….
which gets funnier, weirder, then more haunting—
and becomes lyrically more and more beguiling and tantalizing.
Lots of discrepancies keep showing up in Manu’s story for years.
The entire book has the most bizarre inflextion—
The stream-of-consciousness style-writing is mesmerizing.
I couldn’t stop reading.
The entire experience of an unfathomable and baffling murder is puzzling —but contextually - other aspects explored outranks and outweighs the crime itself.
Lies, truth, assumptions, fear, grief, revenge, resentment, trauma, depression, humiliation, and the mysterious injustice are mussed—muddled-and messy. The prose is intentionally disarrayed and incongruous….
A high School Beauty, Kim Hae, is found dead….sitting in a passenger seat of Shin Jeongjun’s car…..
opening up questions like
“Are cold-blooded people born like that or is it
something that’s learned as they grow up? It can be both? It can be caused by a combination of factors?”
The yarn is still spinning to the end of the story.
Manu is poor. Jeongjun is wealthy.
It’s an unsolved murder crime case.
Years later a sister, Da-on, who never recovered from her sister’s death, is still obsessed in finding out the truth; she wants no details spared.
Kwon explores class, gender, and the privilege.
Divided into eight chapters
….a seventeen year spread
Shorts 2002 [Korea was hosting the FIFA World Cup
Poem 2006
Lemon 2010
Rope 2010
Knees 2010
God 2015
Sarcoma 2017
Dusk 2019
This next except hints at the painstaking inquiries — letting us in on the fact that bigger issues are being explored:
“The life is full of misery, as the lyrics say. Then I start wondering if this miserable life has any meaning.
I don’t mean life in an abstract or general sense, but the life of an actual person.
Did the pages of his life hold any meaning? Probably not. At least that’s what I believe. Life has no special meaning. Not his, not my sister’s, not mine. Even if you tried desperately to find it, to contrive some kind of meaning, what’s not there isn’t there. Life begins without reason and ends without reason”.
By the end … I felt enraged…
“an unknown terror was always lurking”….
making this an eerie (obviously) experience.
I admired the beautiful-geometric-type-precision…
from Kwon Yeo-sun.
I thought of the Rubik’s cube….with all it’s complexity, difficulties, intelligence, and elegance it takes to problem solve.
‘Lemon’ is a brilliantly fascinating novella -both due to the prose itself and the issues examined.