I read Human Acts and immediately turned to the first page to re-read it again because it was such a viscerally written book that I needed to absorb everything one more time. I didn't know about Carter's position on the massacre. As a Korean American I'm still learning so much of American AND Korean history—history that wasn't taught in school. And re: New York, it isn't an easy to place to live, and we put up with loads of crap that I question regularly lol, but I don't think I can imagine living or raising my kids anywhere else. It's always been home.
In 1983, I lived in the 'burbs, and I had Manhattan every Saturday during my junior year of high school, taking advanced science classes at Columbia before riding the subway to Port Authority 41st to make real my sexuality, willfully ignorant to the risks. But the city has always been a magnet for me, even, or perhaps especially, from Seattle, where I live now. Whenever I visit, as rarely as I do, I revert to my original brash, loud self. Finding a knish, a bagel, a slice of pizza. Visiting museums I recall from childhood field trips. I need a sabbatical to spend weeks in the NYPL, but will that happen, I wonder, as I think more and more about returning, instead, to Japan.
I'll bring my copy of How To Write An Autobiographical Novel to AWP, though. Maybe LA can be where I get to fanboy a little.
I read Human Acts and immediately turned to the first page to re-read it again because it was such a viscerally written book that I needed to absorb everything one more time. I didn't know about Carter's position on the massacre. As a Korean American I'm still learning so much of American AND Korean history—history that wasn't taught in school. And re: New York, it isn't an easy to place to live, and we put up with loads of crap that I question regularly lol, but I don't think I can imagine living or raising my kids anywhere else. It's always been home.
In 1983, I lived in the 'burbs, and I had Manhattan every Saturday during my junior year of high school, taking advanced science classes at Columbia before riding the subway to Port Authority 41st to make real my sexuality, willfully ignorant to the risks. But the city has always been a magnet for me, even, or perhaps especially, from Seattle, where I live now. Whenever I visit, as rarely as I do, I revert to my original brash, loud self. Finding a knish, a bagel, a slice of pizza. Visiting museums I recall from childhood field trips. I need a sabbatical to spend weeks in the NYPL, but will that happen, I wonder, as I think more and more about returning, instead, to Japan.
I'll bring my copy of How To Write An Autobiographical Novel to AWP, though. Maybe LA can be where I get to fanboy a little.