Patterns of the Heart and Other Stories

Patterns of the Heart and Other Stories is a fascinating collection of short works from Korean author Ch'oe Myongik. In this book Ch'oe's stories date from the 1930's during the Japanese occupation through to the Korean War, where as a lifelong citizen of Pyongyang his stories feature the heroics of North Koreans and the attacks on civilians by American aircraft. The latter would no doubt have been written off as blatant disinformation by the West at the time of publication but has since been acknowledged as fact.
While Ch'oe's wartime stories are plot driven, a prison escape,an act of sabotage,most are insightful and observational vignettes about the human condition where not much actually happens but small events inspire thoughts and feelings in his protagonists,
This is not just a curiosity,a rare look at a part of the world either ignored or known mainly for it's politics and idiosyncratic leader, it's a collection of stories by an exceptional author about a country most Westerners know very little about,let alone understand.

Patterns of the Heart is an often bleak yet invaluable collection of 8 short stories by Korean author Ch’oe Myongik.

Stories are ordered according to publication dates beginning in 1936 and ending in 1952.
The short story for which the book is named, “Patterns of the Heart,” concerns the demise of a once revered revolutionary hero and his current dismal daily existence as a heroin addict.
As the translator writes in the introduction, it could be said “ to signal that the revolutionary spirit, while violently suppressed, did not die but lived on in the shadows.” This story, however, is about so much more than the revolutionary turned addict and the chaotic wartime climate. Themes include how times and people change, lost hope, resignation and defeat and the sometimes inherent tragedy of love and love lost. The author was gifted at illustrating both the subtleties and complexities of human nature.

A few of the other stories that stood out to me include: “The Engineer,” “Young Kwon Tonsu” and the closing story “Voices of the Ancestral Land. “ This final wartime piece is incredibly moving in its portrayal of the destruction and terror experienced by those who were forced the flee their homes to escape mission-bombing from the front lines.

All in all, this collection of stories provides an insightful introduction by the translator and sheds a rare light on daily life in Korea during the Japanese occupation and into the Korean War era.

l was not expecting to stumble upon such a great collection. As Janet Poole writes in the introduction, “Ch’oe Myongik garnered a reputation as an exquisite architect of the short story form,” and thankfully it can now be shared with us in this English translation.

"The awful news of the typhoid epidemic died down after a while. There was no flood, and the tedious rainy season began to look as if it might end soon. Even when Pyŏngil was caught in a late rainstorm he did not seek shelter under any eaves. He wanted strangers on the roadside to remain strangers on the roadside forever. And he walked that road planning from then on to devote himself to his books"

Patterns of the Heart and Other Stories is a translation by Janet Poole of a series of stories by North Korean writer 최명익 (Ch’oe Myŏngik) born in 1903 - 8 stories in all over 270 pages, together with a illuminating introduction to the author and his works from Poole.

The stories offer a fascinating insight into the 1936-1951 period in which they were published, with three very distinct periods:

- 5, published in 1936-1941 set in the pre-Pacific War, colonial occupation period, with Pyongyang on the Busan-Seoul-Pyeongyang-Harbin path;

- 1 published in 1947, which covers the early-1945 to 1947 period, and captures both the collapse of colonial rule, at first gradual then sudden with the news of the unconditional surrender, and then the early, optimistic, days of the new regime in the North and land reform;

- 3 published in 1951-2, focused on the aftermath of the Korean war, in particular the devastation wrought by the American troops when the counterattacked into the North.

But these are also highly worthwhile in purely literary terms, the pre-war stories in particular with a strong influence from the very "unwholesome sounding fin-de-siècle titles" such as the works of Dostoevsky, Baudelaire and Nietzsche, which one character in the dying days of the Japanese empire is criticised for reading:

"Such books were not exactly banned, but their unwholesome sounding fin-de-siècle titles had aroused the thugs, who appeared to have confiscated the books on the suspicion that they were somehow acting as camouflage for something else, given their distance from the urgency of the current situation."

And the importance of literature runs as a thread through much of the collection:

"Occasionally, he would enter a bookstore on these wanderings. This was the one habit that still remained from his student days. But now this habit was drenched in nostalgic sentiment. He was no longer searching for a vital book, given that any structured research and plan for reading had long since evaporated. He would absentmindedly cast his eyes over the books leaning aslant on the tall, wide bookshelves, and he would gaze at their covers: the classic Ming-style type and the new sensibility of cursive writing, which looked as if the ink had only just dried. A vague glance at a newly released collection of writing from someone he had once loved and respected would evoke a sensation of remembrance, like the body warmth of a woman who had once captivated him. Occasionally he would pull out a newly published book by an author whose name he recalled from something he had read in the past and peruse the table of contents, only to discover a missing link far too gaping to allow for any connection with the book. He would return the book tidily to its place and gaze up at the bookshelf in frustration, as if he faced a wall he could not break through no matter how many times he threw his own bloated body against it. And yet, when he took a step back and looked up at the bookshelf again, he could also feel a sense of joy and majesty, as if he were gazing upon the pyramids or the grandeur of the Great Wall."

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