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gozdziak · 2 years
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Currently reading: Chesil's debut novel about prejudice and the complexities of a teen girl’s experience growing up in Japan as a Zainichi Korean. Reviewers compared it to Min Jin Lee’s Pachinko and Sandra Cisneros’s The House on Mango Street.
"The sky is about to fall. Where do you go?” It’s 2003, and the narrator Pak “Ginny” Jinhee considers high school—and actually the whole world—“a cruel place.” As a marginalized and mistreated Zainichi Korean from Tokyo, Jinhee changes schools, moves from Japan to Hawaii before landing with an American host mother in Oregon. Jinhee’s existential troubles stem from her intolerance of injustice and self-proclaimed revolutionary tactics.
The writing is very good. The novel includes Compact chapters set a brisk pace, punctuated by family letters from North Korea and a scene in the format of a play that flesh out a collective history and entrenched prejudice against Koreans in Japan. The narrative pivots between Ginny’s fragments of memory and her current dilemma in the U.S.: whether to exert academic effort or embrace expulsion. It's a complex, layered story, originally published in Japanese. The cathartic conclusion comes about when Ginny resolves to catch the proverbial sky as it falls, thereby forgiving herself and claiming her agency.
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weedsmokingbfs · 7 months
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if ur a digital circus fan… i introduce to you.. My dnd ocs i think you will also like ❤️
this ref art a few months old but idgaf im crazy like that
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guy60660 · 9 months
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 © Fern Leigh Albert | Chesil Beach | Financial Times
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cryptidowl · 5 months
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oc doodling while i fight off this migraine
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2squeakyshoes · 3 months
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Chesil Beach. Dorset. UK.
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djscratch · 1 year
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On Chesil Beach (2017) dir. Dominic Cooke
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Oliver Smith: In October 2020, Storm Alex thrashed down on the Dorset coast: trees fell, streets flooded, cruise ships left Weymouth Bay for the safety of more distant waters. In the midst of the storm, ultrarunner David Andrewartha set out to run the length of Chesil Beach. In his pack were emergency medical supplies, energy gels and a packet of Haribo Starmix. Ahead of him were 18 miles of loose, ankle-shredding shingle — near-impossible to run on in any conditions, now besieged by 65mph winds and lavished by sheets of salty rain. Behind him were the twin spectres of grief and guilt he was trying to outpace. Grief: because he had recently lost his mother to cancer. Guilt: because he had, in his own words, “buried his head in the sand” in her last days: he had only wanted to remember her the way she was before the illness. Somehow Chesil Beach was a place where he believed this inner turmoil would be resolved. “What got me to the end was knowing — no matter what pain I was in, and how treacherous it was — it was nothing in comparison to what she went through,” he told me.
David had accidentally scheduled his run to coincide with the storm, but no matter: he would try for a new record time, and raise money for charity. The existing record had been set in 1963. Only two people had attempted it since. That seemed strange, considering the fame of Chesil Beach. But it was, I came to understand, one of the strange paradoxes of this eerie, empty part of the English coast. Chesil is one of Britain’s longest beaches and has been immortalised in postcards, paintings and fiction — most famously Ian McEwan’s 2007 novella. You can easily find it on a map. Most of the southern English coast is higgledy-piggledy: defined by the nibble and gnaw of erosion, the back and forth negotiations of sea and land. Chesil Beach, by contrast is a long, straight stretch of shore — looking like a line of correlation plotted on a graph, or something sketched by a draughtsman’s hand.
Chesil Beach stretches for 18 miles; for eight miles there is saltwater on both sides © Photography for the FT by Fern Leigh Albert It is mostly admired from afar — in his book England’s 100 Best Views, Simon Jenkins recommends you park up on the B-road west of Abbotsbury for the best panorama. Up close it is little known. From May 1 to August 31 — the time of year when England’s beaches teem with buckets, spades and sunburn — the central section of Chesil Beach is closed to visitors, to protect nesting birds.
[Financial Times :: h/t Robert Scott Horton]
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imthefailedartist · 11 months
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The moment when you're watching a cute little movie about nervous newlyweds, and it turns into something so traumatic. That opening music really tricked me. But I should've known from the opening scenery. Hell, I should've known from the fact that it stars Saoirse goddamn Ronan.
I'm pissed.
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samsdei · 2 years
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Billy Howle
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105nt · 2 years
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What caught my eye today.
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pocketrocket1962ad · 8 months
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Taken by a friend..
I use to play as a youngster in thoses rocks .
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hededet · 9 months
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Lo único que ella había necesitado era la certeza de que él la amaba y la tranquilidad de que él le hubiera dicho que no había prisa porque tenían toda la vida por delante. Con amor y paciencia -ojalá hubiera él tenido las dos cosas a un tiempo- sin duda los dos habrían salido adelante.
-On chesil beach
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weedsmokingbfs · 6 months
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IM FINALLY MAKING OC LORE POST YALL BETTER HYPE ME UP. Starting with explaining the premise of the main antagonist in my story, Pandemonium. Once you know his whole thing My others characters will make much more sense. heres an ref of him for newcomers
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Anyways into the lore mines.
Trickster God of Mischief, Deception, and Illusions. It oversees all mortal affairs concerning these domains. Pandemonium was created for the purpose of spreading entertainment and surprise to mortals. However, he quickly grew bored of this task and sought to create entertainment only for himself, rather than for the mortals he was created for.
He began to make deals with mortals, or as he calls them, “Stories.” He would prey on mortals in vulnerable situations, promising them solutions. But the deals were always rigged. Through illusions and lies, he set them up in ways where the deal maker was bound to fail.
He called these deals stories, because of the effort he put into each one. He was creating storylines. Pandemoniums goal isn’t how many people he can trick, but how grand he could do it. In some situations it even lead to him creating Entire Illusioned worlds for the deal maker to be tricked in. (This will be a bit clearer once i explain the premise of some of the deals hes already made..)
When a deal is broken or failed, Pandemonium turns them into his puppets. (puppets are always dressed in clown/jester attire, no matter the previous aesthetic. mortals are his court jesters lmfao)
how his puppets curse works:
He stores their souls in mind prisons, the mind prisons reflect the person and their traumas. There is a “window” to the eyes in all of them, so the puppeted person can still see through their own eyes. (If you try to close your eyes in the mind prison to look away, you start seeing out of your Actual Eyes. There is No Escape.) Puppets are still capable of feeling pain inflicted to their bodies. Pandemonium thrives off pain, and torments his puppets to no end. What are they gonna do it about it. Say something? The puppets can still talk to an extent, but he filters out and silences anything he Doesn’t Want to hear, so a lot of mortals just give up on trying. They are just toys to him now. And toys can always be put back together no matter how many times you break them.
other random stuff:
Pandemonium has a storage room for all his puppets when he’s not playing with them. Its a long, infinite (aka you could just keep going Up or Down forever.) cylinder shaped room. Along the walls are stairs that twist and turn and quite frankly Don’t Make Sense. In the hollow center of this room, cabinet’s float. There is a cabinet for each puppet, and they r personalized to the mortal. Some of the puppets who have been long forgotten have probably been floating around in this room for years. Yayyy.
I have a small drawing but erm its a bit old and i never finished it. all those boxes r suppose to be cabinets lmfao
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erm i tried to compress this as much as possible so there are details left out but. i think this is a pretty good summary.. if u have any questions/something is confusing. Bink bink.
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tctmp · 1 year
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Drama  Music  Romance
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earlgodwin · 1 year
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Sasorise Ronan and Billy Howle in The Seagull and On Chesil Beach
there you go.
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garadinervi · 7 months
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Harriet Bart, Shards, (altered book 'On Chesil Beach' by Ian McEwan, glass shards, vintage case), 2007 [© Harriet Bart]
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Exhibition: Abracadabra and Other Forms of Protection, Weisman Art Museum, Minneapolis, MN, February 1 – May 24, 2020
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