
The title means a record without order: everyday rooms sit beside remarks on writers, and beside two journeys.
The student takes up Yi Tae-jun’s Musorok, an essay collection first published in 1941, here in a 2003 Beomusa edition. The title means a record without order: the pieces are not forced into parts or chapters.
Everyday rooms are in it — a wall, a flower bed — and so are pages on the critic, the taste of fiction, and the novelist. The writing on antique objects is what, in this reading, helped make the book known. There are also travel pieces from a seaside village and from Manchuria.
One passage stays with the student. Why is nature silent? We do not know; that silence is its character. We will never quite recover its identity or its history. Before its sacred presence, the only fitting stance is a devout intuition, with a mind as blank as paper.
A writer who works in a temper that suits him, the essays suggest, can make something more than common sense or a concept. A writer working against that temper may get no further than common sense, or a concept.
Yi reads Saint-Exupery’s Night Flight and finds the wording less than he had hoped. A thing that smells too much of biography, he feels, is a step back as art; a novel that has to lean too hard on fact shows the weakness of that kind of book.
The student wanted those daily rooms, that silence, and that strictness about sentences, kept in one place. CampusDown has the same Korean text at its original length.
Last updated 15 November 2026
Yi Tae-jun’s essay collection, first published in 1941. The title means a record without order. The student is reading a 2003 Beomusa edition.
Everyday subjects such as a wall and a flower bed; pages on critics, the taste of fiction, and the novelist; the antiques that helped make the book known; and travel writing from a seaside village and from Manchuria.
Nature is silent, and that silence is taken as its character: we cannot learn its identity or its history, only stand before it with a blank, devout intuition. After Saint-Exupery’s Night Flight, Yi finds the wording below what he had hoped, and feels that a novel too close to biography, or too bound to fact, is weaker as art.
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