Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 193



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 193

“The past sinks quietly like an anchor. It sinks deep into the heart, rusts, crumbles, and is slowly forgotten.

But sometimes, when a storm comes and my mind turns upside down, the past becomes an anchor heavier than anything else and weighs me down.

Whether the ‘baby’ was an angel of God or a pipe dream of a broken brain, one thing was clear. The baby was Minha’s past.

The past that has sunk deep under the surface watches over Minha. Without saying a word, just staring quietly.

Minha, who had breakfast with her baby, went to work, and watched a movie, screamed like a person weighed down by a heavy anchor in the quiet middle of the night.

“What on earth did I do so wrong!”

The sight of Minha tearing out her hair was something that no one who knew Minha could ever imagine seeing.

Min-ha, the prim but warm-hearted daughter, Min-ha, a calm and rational co-worker, and Min-ha, a mysterious ex-lover from sixteen years ago, finally revealed their true colors in front of Min-ha.

Humans are social animals. And this is not society. Only Agi and Minha existed. Like a desperate animal, Minha struggled to survive.

“Should I have given birth to you? Did you have to give birth in a school uniform and ruin your entire life?”

The baby watches Minha.

“You were nothing back then! How much did I study? huh? “How can a lump of flesh that doesn’t even look like a human pretend to be a baby?”

The baby quietly watches Minha.

“Please… please go away. Please go away! Who are you to ruin my life? Why on earth do I still have to be punished? why?”

The baby with a crushed face quietly watches Minha.

Without answering, I watch quietly.

Minha looked at the baby’s face quietly,

I realized that it was me who had to answer, not the baby.

So Minha opened the refrigerator door, drank some cold barley tea, sat in a chair for about 30 minutes and waited blankly to prevent reflux esophagitis, then went back to bed and closed her eyes.

Anyway, I had to go to work tomorrow too.

“Because I had to survive.”

EP 11 – All kinds of things

“snack? “Come here!”

Ahn Joo-hee closed the book as her friend pulled her arm.

But I can’t put down the book I’ve been reading for so long.

As I was dragged by my friend, holding the night bell, my friends were gathered in a corner of the bookstore.

“Voila! “Hogwarts music box!”

“……”

Ahn Joo-hee left behind the angry voices of her friends and turned around to go back to the book corner.

When I saw them coming to the bookstore and looking for things like music boxes, they were still the same even when they were in high school.

Ahn Joo-hee’s friends are not students of literature. She couldn’t help Ahn Joo-hee and be friends with her literature. Because for Ahn Joo-hee, literature was competition.

Fight, win.

Win a prize and succeed.

The literature that An Ju-hee knew, the literature that An Ju-hee learned from her parents, was like this.

Therefore, the appearance of the bookstore as seen by her friends was different from the appearance of the bookstore as seen by An Joo-hee.

To her friends, a bookstore is a place that sells books, but to Ahn Joo-hee, a bookstore is a hall of winners.

It is a podium that only those who win the fierce competition and obtain the trophy can climb.

Among the girls from the countryside (Ansan, Gyeonggi-do) who were excited to see Seoul for the first time in a long time, only Joo-hee Ahn felt the bloody smell of the cruel competition.

Joohee Ahn does not read the title from the title of the book.

You can read more.

This book is a disgusting piece of writing that succeeded by blindly following trends without any creativity, and that book is from a fierce newbie who won three major literary awards.

You can see books by lucky people who were mentioned on TV and successfully reversed their rankings, and books by elders whose writing skills were overestimated due to their fame also took a place on the bestseller shelf.

“……”

But by far, there is a different champion of this fierce Colosseum.

A copy is now in the hands of Ahn Joo-hee.

And one copy at the top left of the bestseller stand installed in the busiest part of the bookstore.

Joohee Ahn looked up at the book that was ranked #1 on the bestseller list.

Manjong, a literary person.

It is the pinnacle of the current generation’s literary world that no one can deny.

“Tch…”

But Ahn Joo-hee wanted to deny this.

Moonin is the embodiment of noise marketing that has been sweeping the media since his debut.

The protagonist of a fairy tale created by PDs who are crazy about viewership ratings and sell their pitiful stories in books.

The same goes for Manjong.

As soon as it is published, the book is plastered at the entrances of Baekhak Bookstores across the country, and fan clubs following the writer rush in, but isn’t it even more strange that it doesn’t reach #1 on the bestseller list?

If that happens, Ahn Joo-hee can also become the number one bestseller. Therefore, the writer was the final boss that Ahn Joo-hee had to defeat one day.

A superstar writer who is protected by a major company.

The crown prince of the literary world, with nowhere else to go…

However, it was difficult for even An Ju-hee to be sure whether she was really looking at the writer correctly.

Ahn Joo-hee’s perspective is distorted by her own inferiority complex. Joohee Ahn knows that too.

No one looks at ‘real’ writers.

That was true even on the back of a book written by a writer.

– Gu Yubin

– Cheong In-ha

The passionate tributes to Manjong were from people who did not know what Manjong was.

Following this tribute, Joohee Ahn looked at countless book reviews on the Internet.

– Is abortion a sin? It’s a simple view that only a child who doesn’t know anything about the world would have. I’m really disappointed, Moonin.

– I thought it was not Christian, so I brought a Bible verse that says if you have another abortion, you will be stoned to death.

-Where in the book does it say that abortion is a sin? I don’t know if you read it properly or not.

-Written… Was it really necessary to publish a book like this during the election season?

– The very idea of ​​showing a woman who has experienced an abortion a vision of her baby’s corpse is too violent. She went too far.

– These idiots can’t tell the difference between reality and fiction?

– The fan club of literary figures is flocking here again hahaha. Write a part-time comment for Baekhak Bookstore. You say the book sucks, but you can’t even criticize it?

– The abortion described in Manjong is not a crime, but more like an ordeal experienced in the past. If you read it properly, you will know that it has little to do with social discourse.

– Wow, the news is already crazy.

Despite the numerous disputes surrounding Manjong, the real figure of the writer was not visible.

Everyone just interprets the literati and the late kings as they please, according to their own needs.

For Ahn Joo-hee, Manjong was an obnoxious novel that easily topped the bestseller list thanks to a large company’s promotion. To some, it was an insult to women’s human rights, to others, it was a masterpiece of a lifetime, and to others, it was quite useful kindling ahead of the election.

It was quite an interesting issue for a genius boy who recently won the Hugo Award to become a hot topic of public opinion in an instant, and ‘Manjong’ was also swept up in that trend, drifting here and there and being consumed provocatively.

To summarize, this has always happened.

In normal times, Ahn Joo-hee would also have satisfied her dark desires by leaving a malicious comment on the Internet that read, “I recognized you from the moment I won the Hugo Award due to election fraud.”

Because this was all ‘play’ in the first place.

It’s not a malicious comment that would reach the writer directly anyway, and honestly, even if it reached the writer, it doesn’t have much meaning, it’s just a light joke to relieve one’s mood for a moment.

But Ahn Joo-hee couldn’t do that.

At least this time, I don’t think that will be possible.

Instead of participating in an issue that set the literary world on fire for the first time in a while, Ahn Joo-hee calmly stared at the cover of ‘Manjong’ in her hand.

And I quietly gazed at the novel that lay beyond it, and the novelist called ‘literary man’ that lay even deeper than that.

“……”

The boy was at a hamburger restaurant with a good view of the sunset.

* * *

“I am Minha, and the baby is Munhak.”

Ahn Joo-hee, an established politician who served two terms as student council president, belongs to the upper class of the student society in Ansan, Gyeonggi-do.

It wasn’t that difficult for Ahn Joo-hee, a promising talent in the literary world, the pride of her school, and the only daughter of a wealthy family, to get her hands on cigarettes even without hanging out with the gangsters.

This is a world where anyone can purchase drugs if they want. How much worse is cigarettes?

Adolescents tend to have a vague romantic interest in cigarettes, and it was not unusual for Ahn Joo-hee, who was intoxicated with her artistic and superior self, to reach for a cigarette.

Even that was quite a long time ago, so Ahn Joo-hee, who now knows how to smoke in a fairly realistic manner, saw the novelist she admired sniffing cigarette butts on the street in the park.

Ahn Joo-hee felt the pleasure of being superior to writers, at least as a smoker, and thought that she might have caught the writer’s weakness, and went one step further with the intention of making the writer her boyfriend after becoming close to him through cigarettes. invited to dinner.

Then the writer came to the hamburger house.

Ahn Joo-hee, who was in a shitty mood, started swearing at ‘Manjong’ without permission, and of course, the cursing led to literary questions about ‘Manjong’.

What on earth were you thinking when you wrote something like that?

Then the writer answered.

Ahn Joo-hee could not bear to accept that light answer at once.

Ahn Joo-hee asked back, unable to believe her ears.

“……what?”

The writer, who was chowing down on a hamburger, swallowed his food leisurely and answered again.

“Minha is born, and the baby is Munhak.”

“Wait a minute, what do you mean?”

“To be exact, it’s literature from my past.”

“Even if I say that, you won’t understand?! “Please explain in more detail!”

It was a question that was close to a command tone, but Ahn Joo-hee, engulfed in literary joy, could not bear to pay attention to Malpponsae.

Fortunately, the writer was not the type of person to care about Ahn Joo-hee’s speaking style, and he also remembered that Ahn Joo-hee had become a fairly good writer in her past life.

“ha……”

So the writer opened his mouth.

“For me, literature was a outlet for my sadness.”

“uh?”

“It was a struggle to relieve the sadness of being an orphan, the sadness of being bullied by others.”

Moonin rolled up the finished hamburger wrapper and placed it in the corner of the plate.

Then I wiped my mouth with a tissue and garnished my mouth with Coke.

Eventually, he sank down on the chair and let out a deep sigh.

“ha……”

Ahn Joo-hee somehow felt that that sigh contained something more adult than the cigarette she was smoking.

Although he was getting his hands dirty with hamburger sauce and French fries at a hamburger restaurant with the sunset shining through the window, the current writer seemed the most mature among the writers Ahn Joo-hee had encountered so far.

“Instead of writing novels to make others happy, I have only written stories complaining about my own sadness…”

In front of a writer who was expressing his concerns, Ahn Joo-hee could not make the usual harsh remarks.

Ahn Joo-hee did not know what a novel that made others happy was, nor did she know what a writing that complained of sadness was.

The writer was talking about a place too far away for a child who only knew how to write to satisfy the judges’ eyes to open his mouth.

“I tried writing about the world rather than about myself in an attempt to move forward a little, but in the end, I only realized that I couldn’t escape the past.”

“……”

“So this time, I wrote an article looking into the past.”

At that very moment, Ahn Joo-hee realized.

“ah.”

He said that he is now encountering literature by ‘real’ writers that no one in the world knows about.