Han Kang, 2007
Pros: Critics have compared Kang’s work to Kafka, and the similarities seem deserved: taut prose, a spiraling journey into madness, and a bent towards the allegorical (okay, more than a bent) form the backbone of this can’t-put-it-down book. Told in three parts, the narrative circles via outside perspectives around the main character’s mysterious and sudden decision to become a vegetarian in a culture where forgoing meat is not an option; as such, the narrator’s choice becomes a matter of public and familial crisis, and the story explores the horrifying consequences of her refusal to give in and return to carnivorous habits. Kang’s decision to deprive the protagonist of a narrative voice is one of the smartest in a series of good writing choices that both immerse you in the writing and remind you that the author is in complete control; this is one of the best-crafted novels I’ve ever read, and one that makes me jealous: I wish I had written it.
Cons: Allegory may be coming back into style, but as a formal decision I’ve always found large-scale metaphor to be too on-the-nose, a little too obvious; The Vegetarian may suffer from the (perfectly-executed) simplicity of its symbolism. A brush with melodrama in the third section left me feeling letdown, though I found sections 1 and 2 entirely thrilling.
The Verdict: Grab a copy, and (ironically, of course) enjoy a steak while you’re reading: this book makes you hungry, and completely satisfies.
Flint Hills, February 2017
I have never felt wind like in Wichita
my whole body blown sideways when I
step out of the car:
gusts, I have to grab the door
hair strewn around my face
like the grass that stretches for five hundred
miles: an ocean, those hills.
Blue sky trailed with horsetail
plumes, thinned near to nothing.
Wire fences meant to keep something
out—or in—seem useless in all
this space. No lines here, only
Another hour to the border
the only thing I see are hawks and
horses—their lives made private by
I think from above the hills might look
like a sky. All borders erased,
easing together in the middle until that
is gone too.
there is little wind tonight
brush of cars
enough though to make the wind