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Jeong-dae’s Father
The writer’s father is a creative writing teacher in Gwangju. Though he moves the writer and the rest of her family to Seoul just a few months before the Gwangju uprising, the writer’s father stays in touch with old friends in his former city, getting news about the 5:18 protests and the horrors that followed. The writer’s father is likely based on Han Kang’s real father, the celebrated South Korean author Han Seung-won.
The Writer’s Father Quotes in Human Acts
The Human Acts quotes below are all either spoken by The Writer’s Father or refer to The Writer’s Father. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Epilogue: The Writer, 2013
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As it turned out, none of my relatives died; none were injured or even arrested. But all through that autumn in 1980, my thoughts returned to that tiny room at one end of the kitchen, where I used to lie on my stomach to do my homework, that room with the cold paper floor—had the boy used it to spread out his homework on its cold paper floor, then lie stomach-down just as I had? The middle-school kid I'd heard the grown-ups whispering about. How had the seasons kept on turning for me, when time had stopped forever for him that May?
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The Writer’s Father Quotes in Human Acts
The Human Acts quotes below are all either spoken by The Writer’s Father or refer to The Writer’s Father. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Epilogue: The Writer, 2013
Quotes
As it turned out, none of my relatives died; none were injured or even arrested. But all through that autumn in 1980, my thoughts returned to that tiny room at one end of the kitchen, where I used to lie on my stomach to do my homework, that room with the cold paper floor—had the boy used it to spread out his homework on its cold paper floor, then lie stomach-down just as I had? The middle-school kid I'd heard the grown-ups whispering about. How had the seasons kept on turning for me, when time had stopped forever for him that May?
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