The inspiration behind Hwang Jungeun’s novel is the 2009 Yongsan apartment building incident. Protesting residents in a Seoul district earmarked for redevelopment were targeted for dispersal by riot police, whose actions left a number dead or seriously injured. Hwang Jungeun followed the ensuing court case and then set out to write a piece that would act as both memorial and tribute to the spirit of the people affected by these events. Her story’s set in an electronics market composed of shops and stalls, sited close together in central Seoul, inhabited by a longstanding group of shopkeepers, merchants, customers and workers. Together, they’re emblematic of a particular section of Seoul’s working poor; despite their labours they’re barely keeping their heads above water, increasingly out of step with the relentless pace of the wider city. In the midst of this community are two young people slowly forming a relationship, Hwang’s main characters, Eungyo, an assistant in a repair shop and Mujae who works in a small workshop. Their interactions provide an overview of their tight-knit community, the eccentric locals frequenting their respective workplaces, the homeless sheltering in the environs. Everyone interconnected, sharing a culture and a way of life.
Hwang foregoes conventional didactic or ultra-realist strategies to construct what’s essentially social critique, instead she introduces a fantastical element: shadows have somehow developed an ability to act independently. They suddenly separate from individuals, sometimes growing to monstrous proportions or acting like doppelgangers. In extreme circumstances they start to rise up, luring people towards a form of unknown, unnamed oblivion. The shadows seem to operate here as an expression of what’s otherwise inexpressible or silently endured. An uncontrolled response to unspoken trauma or anxiety, the product of fragile or tortured psyches, so that whenever a person’s overwhelmed, there’s a danger of their shadow rising, pulling them away from an increasingly troubled reality. Awareness of the shadows also opens up a space for characters to openly confront and discuss issues that might, in normal circumstances, be buried or viewed as culturally inappropriate.
This bizarre phenomenon seems less so within the society that’s depicted here, one where everything seems out of balance. Hwang conveys a sense of a world where the organic’s dwarfed by inorganic, external forces. She’s continually referencing dying or decaying wildlife, symbols of nature that’s become matter out of place, constantly under siege. The natural world’s been driven to the margins, as have the human residents at the centre of Hwang’s tale. The low status of people like Eungyo and Mujae in Seoul’s rigidly-stratified society’s deftly demonstrated, for example a scene where they’re at a restaurant that’s suddenly invaded by loud-mouthed businessmen who dominate the social space. The future of the market itself is shown to be uncertain: targeted by developers, whose aggressive tactics are designed to pressure inhabitants to sell up and move away, casualties of a corrupt, profit-driven system. And the market’s focus on repairing not replacing is itself undesirable, out of sync with the kind of consumerist, disposable society so fundamental to contemporary capitalism. Hwang’s story is simply told in sparse, uncluttered prose. It’s an impressively subtle work with a mournful grace and slightly elegiac tone. But it’s not entirely pessimistic, the bonds between characters, the gradual understanding between Eungyo and Mujae offers a possibility of hope, a ray of light to counter encroaching darkness.