Friend
FRIEND
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FRIEND
A NOVEL FROM NORTH KOREA
PAEK NAM-NYONG
Translated by Immanuel Kim
COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY PRESS
New York
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Names: Paek Nam-nyong, author. | Kim, Immanuel, translator.
Title: Friend: a novel from North Korea / Nam-nyong Paek, translated
by Immanuel Kim.
Other titles: Pŏt. English
Description: New York: Columbia University Press, [2020] | Series:
Weatherhead books on Asia
Identifiers: LCCN 2019037295 (print) | LCCN 2019037296 (ebook) | ISBN 9780231195607 (cloth) | ISBN 9780231195614 (paperback) | ISBN 9780231551403 (ebook)
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Cover image: Pyongyang, North Korea. Panos Pictures © Noriko Hayashi
Cover design: Chang Jae Lee
For my wife, my comrade, my friend, Angela Kim
CONTENTS
Friend
Afterword by Immanuel Kim
FRIEND
THEIR LOVE
1
The Superior Court was nestled between mountains on the outskirts of the city. A line of tall fir trees guided the road up to the gates of the courthouse. Through the gates, a vast, serene courtyard welcomed visitors. Surrounded by coniferous trees, the courtyard provided ample fresh air to visitors contemplating the long flight of broad steps to the courthouse. The large windows, regal columns, and tall doors gave the building a majestic entrance. Although the Superior Court handled unsavory civil and criminal cases, the monumental facade of the building gave an impression of both grandeur and quiet dignity.
Many people in the city neither knew the location of the Superior Court nor knew of its existence. Those who abided by the law or lived in a harmonious family had no reason to come here.
Distress weighed on Judge Jeong Jin Wu as he stared at the divorce petition on his desk. Much like a fisherman trying to untangle knots in a fishing line, Jeong Jin Wu was upset by the burden of having to deal with another family’s misery.
A woman in her thirties kept her head lowered to avoid looking at Judge Jeong Jin Wu. The fragrance of her light, elegant perfume complemented a fashionable sheath dress that revealed her slender white neck. Judge Jeong Jin Wu’s secretary had tried to put the woman off with the excuse that the judge was away on a business trip and would discuss her divorce petition when he returned in a few days, but the woman had remained in the corridor of the court for many hours as if her feet were nailed to the floor. Thus Judge Jeong Jin Wu had little choice but to summon her into his office.
The woman trembled as she wept. Jeong Jin Wu waited for her to compose herself before handing her the divorce petition.
Name: Chae Sun Hee
Age: 33
Address: Gang An District, #19
Occupation:
Upon seeing “Occupation,” Sun Hee felt her heart plunge into despair, and, not having the strength to carry on, she laid her pen down. Perceiving Sun Hee’s distress, Judge Jeong Jin Wu decided to complete the form for her. He well knew her occupation. She was a professional singer, the lead mezzo-soprano for the Provincial Performing Arts Company. Once every few months, he would go to the theater and listen to her sing.
Sun Hee possessed the power of drawing the audience into her world of music with her angelic voice. Receiving bundles of flowers and standing ovations on a nightly basis—that was the life of a celebrity like Sun Hee. However, today she had brought her marital problems to the courthouse, something the audience would never have suspected.
Why does she want a divorce? Do she and her husband not have a good sex life? Judge Jeong Jin Wu thought. Or perhaps her husband is impotent. No, it can’t be that. She has a son.
On his way home from work one evening, Jeong Jin Wu had seen Sun Hee and her son walking to Gang An District, a single-story housing complex located not far from his apartment.
Her husband must’ve had an affair with another woman.
Jeong Jin Wu hoped that it was not a serious love affair. It could have been irreconcilable differences or problems with her in-laws. He hoped it was a petty argument that brought her to the steps of the courthouse. Many young newlyweds, who had entertained fanciful dreams of marriage and family in their youth, entered through the doors of the court with the most trivial of problems, claiming these were the most intolerable tragedies.
But Judge Jeong Jin Wu was slowly beginning to realize that Sun Hee would not have come to him with a petty issue. Sun Hee’s entire person—her vacant eyes, her forlorn countenance, her downcast spirit, and her anxious disposition—revealed deep-seated concerns that had been accumulating for many years.
Sun Hee pulled out her handkerchief to wipe away the traces of her distress. With her soft hands, she cleared the hair from her face and tried to compose herself. She let out a quiet sigh and looked up apologetically.
“My occupation is …”
“That I already know. Please tell me your husband’s name.”
“It’s Lee Seok Chun.”
“His age?”
“He’s thirty-five.”
“His occupation?”
“He works at the Gang An Machine Factory. He’s a lathe operator.” Sun Hee’s voice quavered from her sobbing, but, nevertheless, it was the beautiful clear tone of a singer.
After writing the information on the form, Jeong Jin Wu asked, “You have a son, right?”
“A son? Yes, my son. Oh dear …” Sun Hee wept again. The thought of her son’s miserable fate pained her heart. Jeong Jin Wu knew all too well from his years of experience that women who filed for divorce generally had great difficulty talking about their children.
Divorcing couples often overlook, neglect, and abandon a child when they aim their distress, rage, and despair at their spouse. But when a mother stands before the judge, her maternal instinct rises. The mother fights for custody and fears for her blameless child’s fate. At the same time, there are women who do not even consider a child an innocent victim, and they prioritize their divorce with no regard for the pitiful fate of the child. Jeong Jin Wu hoped Sun Hee was not that kind of mother.
“How old is your son?” asked Jeong Jin Wu in a softer tone.
“He’s seven.”
“So, he must be in first grade.”
“Actually, he has an early birthday, so he will finish kindergarten this fall.”
Sun Hee stopped sobbing and began combing her disheveled hair with her hand. Her voice stopped shaking, and it appeared that she had calmed down.
“When did you
get married?”
“Is that important?” asked Sun Hee, with a slight frown.
“Marriage is a legal contract. Therefore, I need to know the date.”
“I believe … it was,” Sun Hee stuttered, “May … 10 … 1974.”
Sun Hee turned her head away and stared at the corner of the table. That date undoubtedly called up many good memories, so different from the way she felt today. But she was trying hard not to think about those bygone days.
As Jeong Jin Wu was about to write down the date, he looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall behind Sun Hee. He thought to himself, Today is April 24, and in a few weeks, this woman would have been married for ten years.
“Very well, Comrade Sun Hee. Can you explain your reason for wanting a divorce?”
Sun Hee was dumbfounded by the judge’s question, for it was rather obvious to her why someone would come to the court and file for a divorce.
“Why do you want to divorce your husband?” the judge rephrased his question. “In other words, what is the basis of your divorce?” Jeong Jin Wu pointed to the document with his pen and explained calmly. “Here on this legal document, there is a section called ‘Divorce Petition Summary.’ ”
Sun Hee proceeded to speak in a resolute tone. “You see, Seok Chun and I have not been on good terms. It’s been like this for several years.” Her voice quavered. “I’ve tried hard to be patient with him, but I can’t live like this anymore.” It seemed that she was going to cry again.
Jeong Jin Wu asked, “How are you not on good terms with your husband?”
Sun Hee did not respond.
“I cannot convince the court to schedule a divorce hearing without a legitimate reason,” the judge said, in an attempt to reason with her.
Suddenly, an uncontrollable anger erupted in Sun Hee. She raised her voice.
“I can’t live with him anymore! There is simply no way! We were not meant to be. Our personalities are completely different.”
Jeong Jin Wu had become accustomed to such irrational outbursts over the years of interviewing divorce claimants. He took a moment before proceeding.
“What kind of personality does your husband have?”
“He is insensitive and speechless like a big dumb rock.”
“Being insensitive may not be good,” Jeong Jin Wu assured her. “But being a man of few words can be seen as a positive quality.”
“If he were a true man of few words, then I could live with that,” Sun Hee argued. “But we can’t have a decent conversation without him cursing at me. He either gives me the silent treatment or nags about little things.”
Sun Hee quickly changed her expression to gain sympathy from Jeong Jin Wu.
“Comrade Judge, please help me. I’ve been living a loveless life with Seok Chun for many years. It’s embarrassing to be seen in public with him. I would’ve come to the courthouse sooner, but, my son, you see—”
Jeong Jin Wu poured a glass of water for Sun Hee.
“Comrade Sun Hee, please explain in a calm and orderly way.”
“You see, our lifestyle is not on the same rhythm.”
“What do you mean by ‘not on the same rhythm’?”
“Like music. Marriage is like music.”
Jeong Jin Wu listened attentively. Sun Hee stared directly into his eyes and said, “Comrade Judge, think about it. Would a tambourine and a flute sound harmonious? Wouldn’t it sound strange to combine a male and female vocal quartet?”
“That may be the case with music from an artistic point of view—”
“There is no life devoid of art,” interjected Sun Hee. “Marriage is like art, and when things aren’t right, it’s awful. Seok Chun despises me and doesn’t even treat me like a human being. Of all things, he criticizes the way I dress! When coworkers from my theater come over to our house, they either close the door and go to the other room or just leave because they don’t want to be around my husband. Comrade Judge, how can I live with a man like that?”
Jeong Jin Wu could not understand her explanation, so he said, “Your husband wouldn’t just do that to a nice woman like yourself without any reason. Why do you think he did that?”
Sun Hee lowered her eyes and fidgeted with a corner of her dress.
“I don’t really know. It’s not like I didn’t love my husband. I’ve always tried to respect him and understand him.”
Judge Jeong Jin Wu was not convinced. Close to losing his temper, he retorted, “How is it possible to love your husband and live a loveless married life at the same time?”
Sun Hee opened her eyes wide and stared at the judge. She was taken aback by the judge’s cold glare and incisive question. Her eyes lost their luster and looked flustered.
“I have been faithful to my husband! I have stood by him and his work. I’ve been patient with him while he has been working on a single project for the past five years. I didn’t care if he didn’t bring home his salary or if he didn’t help me around the house. I’ve endured it all—the insults, the physical violence—and lived with him for all these years. I guess I could’ve tried harder to make our marriage work.”
Sun Hee paused for a moment to catch her breath. “No, no. I can’t do that. I can’t stand it anymore! I am a singer. I love singing, and I love my audience. I will not sacrifice my dreams, my future, for the sake of my husband.”
“Why didn’t your husband bring home his salary?”
From his long experience, Jeong Jin Wu had learned that financial difficulties could lead married couples to file for divorce. But he restrained himself from jumping to conclusions and asked the question only in order to understand the truth of the divorce case objectively.
Sun Hee snickered, revealing her contempt for her husband. “He made some technical errors and ruined many parts, which cost the factory a fortune over time. He felt guilty, so he tried to compensate for the damages with his salary. He’s still paying for those parts.”
Sun Hee kept rubbing the corner of the table with her finger. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but her gaze remained resolutely fixed.
“Very well, Comrade Sun Hee. Now, why didn’t your husband come with you today?”
“Seok Chun said that it’s humiliating to come to court. He said he doesn’t have time to explain our family problems. But I know for sure that he agrees with the idea of a divorce.”
Jeong Jin Wu wrote down a summary of Sun Hee’s side of the story on the divorce petition, but he knew that this was only one side of the story.
Sun Hee glanced over at the legal document and held her breath in anticipation. After letting out a soft sigh, she carefully asked, “When do you think the divorce hearing will take place?”
Jeong Jin Wu looked up from the form and said, “Divorce is not a performance, where you go on and off stage. I have to meet with your husband and listen to his side of the story, and then I have to consult the People’s Committee and his factory administrators, and then after that—”
“You don’t believe what I’ve said?” Sun Hee interrupted.
“The law does not approve a divorce claim based on one person’s appeal. It bases the argument on objectivity and justice.” Jeong Jin Wu had to put his foot down in this matter.
Sun Hee held the corner of her dress as if she had done something wrong, and after a moment, she got up from her seat.
“Comrade Judge, allow me to divorce my husband. I beg of you. I believe I’ve explained my situation clearly, but you don’t seem to understand.”
This was a common plea from divorce claimants. Jeong Jin Wu closed the legal file and, with a gentle voice, said, “Comrade Sun Hee, please calm down. The divorce process takes a long time. Go back home and continue doing what you’ve been doing. Divorce is one thing, but you have a child at home who needs you.”
Sun Hee wiped the tears along her long, thick eyelashes one last time, bowed in deference to Jeong Jin Wu, and left the office. The door closed quietly behind her, and the clicking of her high heels
faded down the corridor.
The office’s serenity was restored. The warmth of the sunlight came in through the tall window, but Jeong Jin Wu was not at ease. Sun Hee’s gloomy countenance and her family problems had cast a dark shadow over his heart. He walked over to the window to catch a glimpse of Sun Hee leaving the court.
Jeong Jin Wu crossed his arms and paced back and forth across his office. The hardwood floors creaked at every step. Each creak felt like stakes being driven into his heart. He sat down in his chair, and then the telephone rang.
“Judge Jeong Jin Wu speaking.”
He heard a deep, composed voice on the other line.
“This is Chae Rim from the Provincial Industrial Technology Commission Board. Where has the senior judge gone? I’ve been trying to reach him, but he’s not answering.”
“He went to Pyongyang on a business trip,” responded Jeong Jin Wu.
For some reason, the name Chae Rim sounded all too familiar to him.
“Will he return soon?”
“It doesn’t seem like he’ll be back before Wednesday.”
“I see …” Chae Rim dragged out his response in disappointment and then heaved a sigh.
Jeong Jin Wu sensed something was troubling the man.
“May I ask what this is about?” asked Jeong Jin Wu.
“Well, you see … I’m the chairman of the commission board.”
“Yes, and so?”
“It’s nothing really. But, by any chance, has anyone stopped by the court to file for divorce?”
“Yes, many people have.”
“Was Chae Sun Hee one of them?”
“Yes,” responded Jeong Jin Wu, paying closer attention.
“Comrade Judge, I don’t know how to say this, but …”
“It’s all right. I’m listening.”
“Right, so have you decided what to do about her case? You will divorce them, no?”
Jeong Jin Wu was taken aback by these questions because they sounded like orders.