Elisa Shua Dusapin

The days are beginning to draw in. The sky is dark by seven in the evening. I lie on the floor and gaze out of the window. Women’s calves, men’s shoes, heels trodden down by the weight of bodies borne for too long. It is summer in Tokyo. Claire finds herself dividing her time between tutoring twelve-year-old Mieko, in an apartment in an abandoned hotel, and lying on the floor at her grandparents: daydreaming, playing Tetris and listening to the sounds from the street above. The heat rises; the days slip by. The plan is for Claire to visit Korea with her grandparents. They fled the civil war there over fifty years ago, along with thousands of others, and haven’t been back since. When they first arrived in Japan, they opened Shiny, a pachinko parlour. Shiny is still open, drawing people in with its bright, flashing lights and promises of good fortune. And as Mieko and Claire gradually bond, a tender relationship growing, Mieko’s determination to visit the pachinko parlour builds. The Pachinko Parlour is a nuanced and beguiling exploration of identity and otherness, unspoken histories, and the loneliness you can feel amongst family. Crisp and enigmatic, Shua Dusapin’s writing glows with intelligence.

Claire va avoir trente ans et passe l’été chez ses grands-parents à Tokyo. Elle veut convaincre son grand-père de quitter le Pachinko qu’il gère pour l’emmener avec sa grand-mère revoir leur Corée natale, où ils ne sont pas retournés depuis la guerre. Le temps de les décider à faire ce voyage, Claire s’occupe de Mieko, une petite Japonaise à qui elle apprend le français. Elisa Shua Dusapin propose un roman de filiation, dans lequel elle excelle à décrire l’ambivalence propre aux relations familiales. Elle dépeint l’intériorité de ses personnages grâce une écriture dépouillée et plonge le lecteur dans une atmosphère empreinte d’une violence feutrée où l’Extrême-Orient joue son rôle.

En iskall vinter i Sokcho, en kustort nära gränsen till Nordkorea, möts en ung hotellreceptionist och en konstnär från Normandie. Han söker stillheten i Sokcho, hon försöker undfly den. Båda söker en ny start i livet, var och en på sitt vis. Den koreansk-schweiziska författarens ­debutroman har hyllats och översatts till över 30 språk.

A Vladivostok, dans l'enceinte désertée d'un cirque entre deux saisons, un trio s'entraîne à la barre russe. Nino pourrait être le fils d'Anton, à eux deux, ils font voler Anna. Ils se préparent au concours international d'Oulan-Oude, visent quatre triples sauts périlleux sans descendre de la barre. Si Anna ne fait pas confiance aux porteurs, elle tombe au risque de ne plus jamais se relever. Dans l'odeur tenace d'animaux pourtant absents, la lumière se fait toujours plus pâle, et la distance entre chacun s'amenuise à mesure que le récit accélère. Dans ce troisième roman, Elisa Shua Dusapin convoque son art du silence, de la tension et de la douceur avec des images qui nous rendent le monde plus perceptible sans pour autant en trahir le secret.

En Sokcho, pequeña ciudad portuaria cercana a Corea del Norte, los clientes llegan por casualidad al decrépito hotel del viejo Park, porque han bebido demasiado o perdido el último autobús. Las placas de hielo se resquebrajan bajo los pasos de Kerrand, un dibujante de cómics normando que llega al hotel perdido en un abrigo de lana. Este despierta de su letargo invernal a la recepcionista, una joven franco-coreana que nunca ha visitado Europa. Es una historia de encuentros y de desencuentros, sensual y contenida, una pequeña obra maestra. Con "Un invierno en Sokcho", «una muy hermosa primera novela, ingrávida, sin una palabra de más» según "Le Nouvel Observateur", Élisa Shua Dusapin (Corrèze, 1992) ganó en 2016 el Premio Robert Walser así como el Premio Revelación de la SGDL.

As if Marguerite Duras wrote Convenience Store Woman - a beautiful, unexpected novel from a debut French Korean author It’s winter in Sokcho, a tourist town on the border between South and North Korea. The cold slows everything down. Bodies are red and raw, the fish turn venomous, beyond the beach guns point out from the North’s watchtowers. A young French Korean woman works as a receptionist in a tired guesthouse. One evening, an unexpected guest arrives: a French cartoonist determined to find inspiration in this desolate landscape. The two form an uneasy relationship. When she agrees to accompany him on trips to discover an ‘authentic’ Korea, they visit snowy mountaintops and dramatic waterfalls, and cross into North Korea. But he takes no interest in the Sokcho she knows – the gaudy neon lights, the scars of war, the fish market where her mother works. As she’s pulled into his vision and taken in by his drawings, she strikes upon a way to finally be seen. An exquisitely-crafted debut, which won the Prix Robert Walser, Winter in Sokcho is a novel about shared identities and divided selves, vision and blindness, intimacy and alienation. Elisa Shua Duspain’s voice is distinctive and unmistakable.

The days are beginning to draw in. The sky is dark by seven in the evening. I lie on the floor and gaze out of the window. Women’s calves, men’s shoes, heels trodden down by the weight of bodies borne for too long. It is summer in Tokyo. Claire finds herself dividing her time between tutoring twelve-year-old Mieko, in an apartment in an abandoned hotel, and lying on the floor at her grandparents: daydreaming, playing Tetris and listening to the sounds from the street above. The heat rises; the days slip by. The plan is for Claire to visit Korea with her grandparents. They fled the civil war there over fifty years ago, along with thousands of others, and haven’t been back since. When they first arrived in Japan, they opened Shiny, a pachinko parlour. Shiny is still open, drawing people in with its bright, flashing lights and promises of good fortune. And as Mieko and Claire gradually bond, a tender relationship growing, Mieko’s determination to visit the pachinko parlour builds. The Pachinko Parlour is a nuanced and beguiling exploration of identity and otherness, unspoken histories, and the loneliness you can feel amongst family. Crisp and enigmatic, Shua Dusapin’s writing glows with intelligence.