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Modern Korean Literature #66
I Am Food
Asia Publishers presents some of the very best modern Korean literature to readers worldwide through its new Korean literature series . We are proud and happy to offer it in the most authoritative translation by renowned translators of Korean literature. We hope that this series helps to build solid bridges between citizens of the world and Koreans through a rich in-depth understanding of Korea. Part of the story Murat, who’s been mindlessly fiddling with pieces of meat, puts down his fork lethargically. I push the plates to the edge and lie across on the table, stretching down my neck like a docile lamb. His protruding Adam’s apple goes up then slides down in an instant. “Eat me!” I whisper. As I did for Damo, I open wide the door to my kitchen for Murat. A shiver runs through Murat’s body. As I ate Damo, Murat begins to eat me. The water pipe whimpers inside the wall. Every home is busy preparing dinner. There are loud noises of cupboard doors opening and closing, of chopping on cutting boards. Stainless steel plates are clanging, and pressure cookers are hissing and screeching in competition. From dawn to midnight, people are in the kitchen washing, boiling, and frying something. And I have become food, food, food.
144 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 2014
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May 28, 2025Weirdest blow job in a book I’ve ever read.
The narrator of the book is situated in an unnamed country with two foreigners that occasionally visit her—Murat and Damo, the former a meat eater and the latter a vegetarian. They use her kitchen to cook food and share meals with her, where she doesn’t eat but she watches them eat.
The text is filled with anxiety and it’s unclear exactly where it’s placed. At first glance, it appears to be around eating habits—which then slowly turn to the body—and then towards the atmosphere around food. It is in between these rituals that the horror sits in. We begin to wonder what’s in the relationship for these characters, as they begin to abuse and consume each other and become consumed by themselves and their rituals.
The critical texts at the end are horrible. They all (sparing one) try to resolve the conflict in the text, and maybe the text calls for them not to.
The narrator of the book is situated in an unnamed country with two foreigners that occasionally visit her—Murat and Damo, the former a meat eater and the latter a vegetarian. They use her kitchen to cook food and share meals with her, where she doesn’t eat but she watches them eat.
The text is filled with anxiety and it’s unclear exactly where it’s placed. At first glance, it appears to be around eating habits—which then slowly turn to the body—and then towards the atmosphere around food. It is in between these rituals that the horror sits in. We begin to wonder what’s in the relationship for these characters, as they begin to abuse and consume each other and become consumed by themselves and their rituals.
The critical texts at the end are horrible. They all (sparing one) try to resolve the conflict in the text, and maybe the text calls for them not to.
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