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'Without You, There is No Us,' by Suki Kim
Article by: EVAN RAMSTAD , Star Tribune
NONFICTION:
Over six months of teaching in the North Korea, a writer discovers the psychic
and physical toll of tyranny.
For a country as closed and intimidating
as North Korea is, the number of memoirs by people who briefly lived there is
surprisingly large — at least one a year since 2000, according to a list by the
Seoul-based website NK News.
The books fall into two categories. In the
first are those by authors who clearly wish to be allowed back. They pay little
mind to the absence of basic freedoms for North Koreans and dismiss the
restrictions they experience themselves. They are not alone: A sizable number of
academics, businesspeople and journalists apply the soft bigotry of low
expectations to North Korea in trade for access to it.
Suki Kim, a
Korean-American immigrant, author of the widely praised 2004 novel ¡°The
Interpreter¡± and magazine chronicler of occasional visits to the North, is in
the second group, those who don¡¯t care whether they return.
Her new
book, ¡°Without You, There Is No Us,¡± is a vivid, uncompromising and intensely
personal account of the six months she spent teaching at a Pyongyang university
in 2011, a period that happened to end on the day dictator Kim Jong Il¡¯s death
was announced. Her last experience with students was seeing them completely
overcome with grief.
The book will anger the regime of Kim¡¯s son, Kim
Jong Un, and the school¡¯s Korean-American leadership and benefactors. She
changed the names of all the students and teachers — and even the North Korean
government minders who shadowed them — for protection from reprisals.
The need to do so is clear on the first sightseeing outing she and the
other teachers took one weekend shortly after their arrival. When their bus
passed a construction site, she writes, the workers became visible ¡°with
hollowed eyes and sunken cheeks, clothing tattered, heads shaved, looking like
Nazi concentration camp victims.¡± She glanced at another teacher who ¡°mouthed
the exact word that struck me at that moment: ¡®Slaves.¡¯ ¡±
Taken to a
farm to use an outhouse on the way home, the teachers saw an elderly woman come
out of a house to look at them, then retreat when ordered back inside by one of
the minders. Kim, who had comfortably visited North Korea several times,
suddenly felt ¡°a paralyzing fear¡± in that moment. ¡°I was afraid of getting stuck
here. I was afraid of the minders who could order the old woman to go away, and
the speed with which she listened,¡± she wrote. ¡°I recalled the way my students
stiffened at the sight of [minder] Mr. Ri. The terror here was palpable.¡±
Her relationship to her students, sons of the elite, is complex: often
protective but always wary. When a student over a lunch conversation spoke to
her of a fondness for rock music, he quickly looked around to see who else heard
him. The only explanation for the reaction, she writes, was ¡°a sort of ingrained
fear that I could never fathom.¡±
But she would. When Kim and her
colleagues went to bed early each night from exhaustion, they reasoned it was
because of the effort it took to constantly censor themselves. ¡°We began to
understand our students, who had never been able to do anything on their own,¡±
she wrote. ¡°The notion of following your heart¡¯s desire, of going wherever you
chose, did not exist here, and I did not see any way to let them know what it
felt like, especially since, after so little time in their system, I had lost my
own sense of freedom.¡±