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A seductive, disorienting novel that manipulates the fragile line between dreams and reality, by South Korea’s leading contemporary writer

A startling and boundary-pushing novel, Untold Night and Day tells the story of a young woman’s journey through Seoul over the course of a night and a day. It’s 28-year-old Ayami’s final day at her box-office job in Seoul’s audio theater. Her night is spent walking the sweltering streets of the city with her former boss in search of Yeoni, their missing elderly friend, and her day is spent looking after a mysterious, visiting poet. Their conversations take in art, love, food, and the inaccessible country to the north.

Almost immediately, in the heat of Seoul at the height of the summer, order gives way to chaos as the edges of reality start to fray, with Ayami becoming an unwitting escort into a fever-dream of increasingly tangled threads, all the while images of the characters’ overlapping realities repeat, collide, change, and reassert themselves in this masterful work that upends the very structure of fiction and narrative storytelling and burns itself upon the soul of the reader.

By one of the boldest and most innovative voices in contemporary Korean literature, and brilliantly realized in English by International Man Booker­–winning translator Deborah Smith, Bae Suah’s hypnotic and wholly original novel asks whether more than one version of ourselves can exist at once, demonstrating the malleable nature of reality as we know it.

160 pages, Hardcover

First published April 20, 2013

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Bae Suah

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Bae Suah, one of the most highly acclaimed contemporary Korean authors, has published more than a dozen works and won several prestigious awards. She has also translated several books from the German, including works by W. G. Sebald, Franz Kafka, and Jenny Erpenbeck. Her first book to appear in English, Nowhere to be Found, was longlisted for a PEN Translation Prize and the Best Translated Book Award.

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1,658 reviews3,503 followers
August 23, 2021
In this novel, everybody is a ghost, a shadow, a dreamed-up contraption, and life unfolds in strange loops, enigmatic encounters, and unsettling atmospheric disturbances; so in a way, it's a twisted realist novel! :-) Bae Suah throws her readers into a maelstrom of shifting timelines and perspectives, thus creating a puzzling depiction of the title-giving night and day in which multiple existences cumulate at one point in time: "Ayami was her future self or her past self. And she was both, existing at the same time. (...) That was the secret of night and day existing simultaneously."

While this narrative concept is certainly philosophically complex, the story is easy to follow and not only deep, but also captivating: 27-year-old Ayami just lost her job at a small audio theatre in Seoul because the establishment is being closed down. A former actress, she is unsure what to do next, and we accompany her through one night and one day (which is more of an declared than an actual time span), in which, among other things, she spends time with her former boss and, after being asked by a severely ill friend of both of them, picks up a German writer from the airport. These activities might seem mundane, but it's the intriguing dialogue, the dynamics between the characters and, above all, the surreal narrative estrangement effects that turn the outcome into a haunting and disturbing experience.

The most obvious narrative strategy is the use of repetition - again and again, we encounter the exact same phrases and descriptions in different contexts, like the skirt that flutters "like an old dishcloth", the feeling as if "someone were hammering a nail into the crown of (one's) head", "capillaries webbing the whites of (someone's) eyes", a dead body "in the space between ceiling and the roof of (someone's) house", and many, many more. People do the same things or the same features are ascribed to them, sometimes only slightly varied. The disorienting effect turns the characters into ghosts and Seoul into am almost liquid space, ever quivering and oscillating. The whole novel can also be read as a pastiche of The Blind Owl, the main work of Iranian writer and early modernist Sadegh Hedayat, a book that is mentioned in various different contexts in Bae Suah's novel. Hedayat's text about a pen case painter confessing his nightmares and obsession with death to a shadow shaped as an owl is also non-linear, surreal, dream-like and relies heavily on repetition while challenging (in this case Iranian) literary traditions; at one point, Ayami even sees "her own huge shadow wavering on the wall".

Art and artists play a vital role in Bae Suah's text as well: There is the protagonist who is an actress (or is she actually a poet?), the audio theatre, a performance film, a photography exhibition ("every photograph is a unique proof of identity, firmly declaring that human beings are ghosts"), an aspiring poet named Buha who sees "no contradiction whatsoever in the gulf between dreams and reality" and sells blue pills (hello, The Matrix), an old poet named Kim Cheol-sseok (yes, with two "s"), the severely ill German teacher Yeoni who lets her pupils read books, the German poet called Wolfi, which is usually short for Wolfgang, and many other references. There are multiple connections to Germany in the text - Bae Suah shares her time between South Korea and Germany. Another major motif in the text are the senses or lack thereof: While they usually help to grasp our surroundings, Bae Suah's characters are again and again deprived of sensual information (the audio theatre, reading lips, the blackout restaurant, Ayami's bad eyesight etc.), or if they aren't, the sensual information seems to further disorientate them (see the strange loops contained in the repetitions). Btw: Ayami means "beautiful color" in Japanese, and yes, you remember that correctly, she worked at an audio theatre. :-)

All in all, I was deeply impressed and also highly entertained by this unusual text, which reminded me of one of my favorite experimental writers, Jesse Ball (he would probably love the idea of a pickpocket who, instead of stealing, drops messages into people's pockets, and a protagonist stating "it occurred to me that I'm no more than an imaginary woman in your dream"). I'm glad that with the rise of Han Kang, Western readers found a new interest in South Korean literature, so I hope we will soon see more translations of exciting authors hailing from Korea.

You can learn more about the German translation Weiße Nacht in our latest podcast episode und in my interview with translator Sebastain Bring.
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918 reviews
January 16, 2021
Hyper associative: like Dali in writing, an alive Hieronymus Bosch painting, a feverish dream in simmering hot Seoul.
Whenever I write a book I come up with several alternative versions. I write down as many as I can, read through them and choose the one I like the best.

This was something else and not at all what I expected before based on the cover or the slim size of this book.
Alienating, what starts of as a story of a young Korean woman closing up at work evolves into a dreamlike, non-logically emerging story that is hard to reproduce and has many sentences repeated in different settings.

The translator notes alone already uncover a lot that goes on beneath the surface of this book, but while reading I at least had the feeling I was wading into a dream, full of heat, lack of real connection with others and lack of progress being available for a 28 year old without education. Bae Suah her method of storytelling seems circular instead of linear, with elements, images and sentences recurring in ever changing configurations.
The result is not a story to be really understood but a plethora on opportunities and interpretations of a meta story. If it sounds a bit vague, I think it is fair to say that Untold Night and Day in a sense is. For a book of only slightly above 150 pages its both very unique, dense and thoroughly interesting; if anything one could write a thesis on all the themes coming back in this work. A real achievement and I am keen to read more of this singular author!
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2,046 reviews65k followers
March 25, 2024
life is but a dream

(this comes to mind because this book explores the line between dream and reality, and not because i'm just thinking about children's songs)

(anyway. review to come)
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183 reviews205 followers
January 9, 2023
Ayami works in Seoul's audio theater...

Optical illusion... dreaming.... electrical sound...

A radio located somewhere inside the audio theater?

The radio turns itself on and then turns itself off again.

She can read the lips of someone you can't see by just hearing the phone.

She has a wealthy Aunt... lived in South East Asia. Aunt had a Malaysian maid.

A surreal, weird, confusing, and complicated fiction story.

I am a bit curious to review and recommend this book to you.


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3,876 reviews3,492 followers
December 2, 2020
"Just finish it," I chided myself. "It's only 160 pages, come on!" And thus I persisted.

Halfway through, last night, I drifted off into upright couch sitting deep sleep, where I had four intense nightmarish dreams in a row, and apparently moaned throughout (not in a good way.)

And I DO blame this book, which I can't make any sense of. I can't tell what's real or what's not. I can't understand how what seems imagined or historical in one scene is real in another. I don't understand how the characters seem to switch places and identities and also move between real and imagined (they also seem lost and confused.) I don't understand what is meant to be a deep connection to The Blind Owl by Sadegh Hedayat, a short novel of similar tone I read earlier this year and also didn't understand.

The translator Deborah Smith has obviously gone deep with this author and this feverish style; apparently the author is considered an outsider in Korean lit as well. I might point you first to her translator note, which is the last few pages, before reading the novel. I give the translation efforts 5 stars.
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366 reviews2,511 followers
July 1, 2022
WOW, this book is exactly what I hoped it would be and so much more..

A fast paced fever dream, intertwining a whirlwind of beautiful imagery, the magic of humanity and the most astonishing writing ever. I am absolutely in love with this book. Every single scene Bae Suah was portraying (even in such a dream like state), I could picture perfectly. Reminiscent of nostalgia, growing up and growing old, this story discussed so many themes in such a melancholy yet equally hopeful way.

I highly recommend this book to every one who adores ambiguity mixed with beautiful prose!
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Author 2 books376 followers
April 13, 2020
What starts as a quiet tale of a struggling middle class youth in Korea becomes a disorienting and surreal fable of identity, love, and art. At the intersection of Murakami and Kafka, Bae Suah occupies her own corner of contemporary literature. At times as light and charming as Banana Yoshimoto or Hiromi Kawakami, she also possesses highly literary powers comparable to Marquez. It is impossible to pin down exactly how she manages to convey rich detail, elegant economy, vivid characterization, and dream-like magic all at once.

Several recurrent images pervade the novel, which is organized like a piece of music. The refrains remind us of certain memories, but they also establish specific symbols. The effect of these interesting moments shed light on the passage of time in the world of the novel. It is clever in the extreme how Suah manages to weave together disparate occurrences in intriguing ways - whether it is an encounter in a theater or a magical bus ride through downtown, each wave of surrealism serves to construct a heartfelt nuance of youthful regret, love-lorn solitude, or the existential dilemma of a dreaming poet. Temperature crops up frequently in the book, enhancing the characters' skewed perspective with irony, hyperbole, and sympathy.

Bae Suah has said in interviews, that she did not choose Korea, as one does not choose one's name, but it is hers all the same. This uncertain commitment to national identity may be seen in some of her works dealing with outsiders, foreigners, and dispossessed Koreans. Here she describes South Korea as an island, surrounded on 3 sides by water, and on the fourth by an uncrossable border.

Transportation is another underlying theme of the novel - trains, planes, taxis and buses. A fair portion of the action takes place while the characters are standing still, but movement continues in their interactions, as they often recount journeys and far-removed events. I got the impression that the interstices of life, the introspective moments, intruded in unexpected ways, to punctuate the impressionistic qualities the author was going for. If you are not familiar with her style, the aimlessness or "random" aspect may trick you into believing this masterful novel is sloppy. In fact, it is a honed, enchanting, mesmeric experience, a dream of life, wherein emotion and memory collide.

I'm astounded by what this author has managed to do in the 4 books of hers I've read. The last one in English is called Recitation, and I will not be able to resist reading it for long.

Thanks go to the publisher who provided an ARC through Netgalley.
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1,492 reviews4,502 followers
June 5, 2022
“Objects, matter itself, were softly disintegrating. All identity became ambiguous, semi-opaque.”


As the fickle creature that I am what drew me to Untold Night and Day was its cover. The first few pages intrigued me as they focus on Kim Ayami a former actor who now works at an audio theatre for the blind. The narrative that follows is rather metaphysical in nature, most of the discussions that occur within these pages are abstract and or relating to sensory experience, with, as the title suggests, special attention paid to night and day, darkness and lightness. This slim tome repeatedly obfuscates the line between dreams and reality, so that everything we read of is tinged by an air of surreality. At one point we read of a character who seems to be stalking Ayami before returning to her and a foreign poet nicknamed Wolfi. The novel was certainly disorienting, and in that, it evokes one of the story’s earlier episodes when Ayami meets with ‘the director’ in an exclusive ‘blackout restaurant’. We can’t really discern a story nor do we become familiar with the characters, and familiar settings and conversations are made unfamiliar. Alas, the discussion they have about art, poetry, performance, life, did not strike me as particularly profound or clever, in fact, they expressed rather tired ideas.
I can safely say that I did not get this novel. While I usually like surrealist narratives but here...well, I just did not care. If you are looking for an experimental read and you have a higher tolerance for novels that are confusing for the sake of being confusing, well, you should give this one a try.

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271 reviews1,881 followers
July 26, 2023
this reading experience evoked the same disquiet i felt the first time i watched the “rock bottom” episode of spongebob and……it was kind of everything.

gonna have to reread this 50 times before i can say anything more substantial than: wow.
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1,845 reviews5,240 followers
January 30, 2020
To read Untold Night and Day is to stand on shifting ground. This is a story that always operates according to dream logic, in which identities are malleable and the impossible becomes unremarkable.

We are introduced to Ayami on her last day of employment at an 'audio theatre', where recordings are played to the visually impaired. At first the scene appears mundane: Ayami worries about a radio that keeps turning itself back on, speaks to her boss, and ruminates on her next career move. However, it doesn't take long for the story's underlying strangeness to seep through. Scenes of Ayami inside the theatre, observing passers-by, again seem relatively ordinary until you realise she can hear every detail of conversations taking place outside, beyond the locked doors, across the street and inside cars. A passage about the heat of summer in the city spirals into an apocalyptic vision of burning streets and melting flesh. Ayami and her boss dine at a restaurant where everyone eats in pitch darkness.

There are motifs, too: a girl with a visual impairment wearing a stiff cotton hanbok and 'rough hemp sandals'; a woman pressing Ayami's wrist, as if taking her pulse; a desperate man with bloodshot eyes, among others. Sometimes features of these figures are transferred to the main characters, and sometimes they surface in strangers. Whole paragraphs are repeated in different contexts – several times, I was jolted by repetition, wondering momentarily whether I had accidentally turned the page backwards. As I read, I wondered whether these motifs were clues, adding up to some greater elucidation of Ayami's murky past. It would seem not. If there's any message to take away from this story, it's the idea that everything is constantly slipping away and remaking itself.

This city's hidden name is "secret". People end up losing one another before they know it. Everything disappears as quickly as it's put up. The same is true of memories. It can even happen that, if you take ten steps out of your door then turn and look back, the house you just left isn't there any more. And then you'll never find it again. It can happen with people, too. This city's hidden name is "secret".


At points, Untold Night and Day reminded me of Iain Reid's I’m Thinking of Ending Things and Hiromi Kawakami's Record of a Night Too Brief; while it shares with these novels a slippery, dreamlike quality, it's too distinctive to be truly comparable to anything else. As with the Kawakami book, the resolute weirdness sometimes gets a bit wearing, but the overall effect is pleasing. I finished it wanting to read more and know more about Ayami, yet also feeling satisfied with this odd snapshot of her life.

I received an advance review copy of Untold Night and Day from the publisher through Edelweiss.

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1,301 reviews2,216 followers
September 15, 2020
3/5stars

On paper this should have been a favorite book ever - absolutely surreal, magical realism, where the lines between reality and fiction are completely blurred. I loved how strange this got, and how lost I felt, but too much of the time I felt bored. This book is only 150 pages, and too much of it was spent talking about things that really didn't matter. I'd say a solid 80% of this novel is dialogue, and I've discovered I simply don't like that in novels - if it's going to just be dialogue with a few scenes with actual plot happening, just make it a play instead.

This is very unique and I definitely think a lot of people will like it - especially if you like the other Korean author Han Kang - but for some reason, it just didn't hit the mark for me, which is very disappointing as I was expecting this to be a new 5 star all time fave book. But, it was just fine for me.
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Author 2 books1,468 followers
October 29, 2020
The mysterious repeated statements enhance the sense of the surreal, the fantastical.

Untold Night and Day, translated by Deborah Smith, was originally published in Korean in 2013 as 알려지지 않은 밤과 하루 by 배수아 (Bae Suah).

This is the 7th book by 배수아 I have read (and the 9th translation by Deborah Smith, including 4 of novels by Han Kang) - see below for the list.

The first section of the novel is narrated from the perspective of Ayami (아야미), a young (or is she?) women a wannabe actress (or did she act?) working in a rather unusual audio theatre. Her name itself is strange - not a standard Korean name - but rather taken from the spirit-teacher/dream-wife of a Goldi shaman from Siberia (see https://allaboutheaven.org/observatio... and https://tischenko-gallery.com/siberia/).

While working in the theatre she has an oddly emotional encounter with a man standing on the other side of the glass doors:

아야미는 얼어붙었다. 그녀의 두 손이 자신도 모르게 유리문 저편, 남자의 손을 향해서 올라갔다. 그들의 손이 겹쳐졌다. 당황스러운 떨림이 아야미의 심장을 관통하고 지나갔다. 그녀는 매우 강렬하면서도 정체불명인 어떤 감정에 사로잡히는 자신의 육체를 느꼈다. 의지와 의식을 넘어서는 감정.
나는 감정이다, 하고 그녀 안의 무엇인가가 그녀를 대신하여 속삭이는 것이 들렸다. 나는 오직 감정이다.
무슨 일인가요, 하고 아야미는 입술을 움직여서, 하지만 목소리를 입 밖에 내지는 않으면서 말했다.

Ayami froze. Unconsciously, she inched her hands up to the point where her outstretched palms mirrored those on the other side of the glass. A tremor shuddered through Ayami’s heart. She felt her body being seized by a shockingly intense emotion, one she couldn’t identify. An emotion surpassing will and consciousness.

I am emotion, she heard something inside her whisper, speaking in her stead. I am nothing but emotion.

What’s the matter? Ayami’s lips moved to form the words, but no sound came from her mouth.


The 2nd section is narrated from the perspective of Buha (부하), who is obsessed with poetry, and one particular poet in particular, except he has no desire to read or write it:

부하��� 시를 읽지도, 쓰지도 않았지만 가끔 그림을 그렸다. 그의 어머니는 화가였다. 아버지는 문화부에서 근무했던 공무원으로, 어머니보다 나이가 열다섯 살이나 많았으며 겉과 속이 모두 고루하고 보수적인 사람이었다. 화제가 궁한 오후, 어머니는 아이였던 그에게 냉소적으로 털어놓곤 했다. “화가에게 정말로 필요한 건 남편이 아니라 스폰서란다.”

Though Buha neither read nor wrote poetry, he did sometimes draw. His mother had been an artist. His father, a civil servant, had retired from the Ministry of Culture, and was around fifteen years older than his mother. He was a bigot and conservative in thinking and appearance. On afternoons where she had been starved for conversation Buha's mother would say to her young son: 'What an artist really needs is not a husband but a sponsor.'

But - as the opening quote suggests - the story becomes increasingly surreal, with certain images, objects and phrases reoccuring, and characters swapping identities and changing histories.

Except that opening quote isn't about this novel at all, but rather a key text within the novel, the cult novel from Iran The Blind Owl by Sadegh Hedayat, who, like Bae Suah, translated Kafka into his native language.

Hedayat was an Iranian writer, and The Blind Owl is his major work. The book is highly regarded, and is a pessimistic, atmospheric work filled with dreams, visions and agonies. In particular, the mysterious repeated statements enhance the sense of the surreal, the fantastical.

The third section has a German writer (of poetry? of detective novels?) coming to Korea, with Ayami acting as his interpreter - and the repeated images and the unstable characters spiral further. As Ayami tells her interpretee at one point: Don’t speak so quickly. Don’t say so many things all at once, and don’t use so much irony. Otherwise I won’t understand a word.

But then she herself is given to statements such as: Around this time of year I dream of clutching an enormous parrot to my chest and crawling into a non-existent bathtub brimming with cold water.

One of the most strikingly different writers around - recommended and one I hope to see feature on the MBI.

배수아 translations into English I've read, in

1995: 푸른 사과가 있는 국도 title story translated as Highway with Green Apples by Sora Kim-Russell: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...

1998: 철수 (Cheolsu) by 배수아 translated as Nowhere to be Found by Sora Kim-Russell: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...

2003: 에세이스트의 책상 (literally: Essayist's Desk) translated by Deborah Smith as A Greater Music: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...

2010: 올빼미의 없음 (The Owl's Absence) translated as North Station by Deborah Smith: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...

2011: 서울의 낮은 언덕들 (The Low Hills of Seoul) translated as Recitation by Deborah Smith: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...

2013: 알려지지 않은 밤과 하루 translated as Untold Day and Night by Deborah Smith
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...

2016: 밀레나 밀레나 황홀한 title story translated as Milena, Milena, Ecstatic by Deborah Smith: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
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418 reviews1,765 followers
March 18, 2022
No sé que acabo de leer pero LO AMÉ. Es un libro que definitivamente no es para todo mundo: profundamente onírico, desconcertante, circular, poético y misterioso. La historia va cobrando un poco de sentido a través de breves flashazos, el lector está armando un rompecabezas en el que faltan piezas (¿O no?). No hay manera de describirlo pero creo que es de esas lecturas que amas u odias, no hay punto medio. Las notas sobre la traducción que incluye Deborah Smith contienen esta frase que se traduce/parafrasea más o menos así: "este libro es simultáneamente una novela detectivesca y un sueño poético y surrealista. Está habitado tanto por personajes abstractos y misteriosos que se mezclan y funden uno con otro, como por cuerpos que se arrugan, se infectan, escurren sangre menstrual." Me parece que eso captura la esencia de esta breve pero contundente historia. La voy a volver a leer.
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268 reviews332 followers
January 2, 2022
Ein mehr als solider surrealer Roman aus Südkorea. Das Buch fängt großartig an, verwebt seltsame Figuren in weirde Situationen und Szenen. Es springt etwas wild zwischen verschiedenen Zeiten, um mehr Hintergründe zu erzählen, die Rahmengeschichte um Ayami betrifft jedoch nur einen Tag und eine Nacht.
Das Seltsame und Unbehagliche schleicht sich eigentlich von Beginn an in den Text. Es beginnt teilweise recht harmlos und wechselt plötzlich in unangenehme Stimmungen über, die für alle Figuren fremd wirken müssen.
Mit den Konzepten von Traum& Realität, Sehen & Nichtsehen (stattdessen nur Hören), Licht/Hitze & Schatten/Dunkelheit wird sehr gelungen hantiert.
Nichtsdestotrotz ist das Ende eher unbefriedigend. Vielleicht darf man hier einfach nichts gewohntes und normales erwarten. Aber selbst ein Text von Kafka kommt mir dagegen sehr normal vor. ;)
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105 reviews430 followers
July 18, 2022
Reading this book is like experiencing a fever dream. I devoured it in one sitting while in a constant state of awe. Suah writes with the logic of dreams as characters, time and senses are all disorientated. We move from one scene to another in a manner that makes sense only in the dream-like nature of the book.

I adored this completely unique novel, its beautiful writing and the hypnotic journey it took me on.

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524 reviews85 followers
July 4, 2020
This was quite a weird one to read. Though when I read the translator's note at the end, it all made more sense to me.
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950 reviews893 followers
April 4, 2020
"Hold on to my arm. This city's hidden name is 'secret.' People end up losing one another before they know it. Everything disappears as quickly as it's put up. The same is true of memories. It can even happen that, if you take ten steps out of your door and then turn and look back, the house you just left isn't there any more. And then you'll never find it again. It can happen with people, too."

Untold Night and Day is like a hall of mirrors: motifs are repeated to distortion, mutating as they appear in different contexts with shifting meanings, so much so that as in a hall of mirrors, it becomes difficult to extricate the tangible from its reflection. Boundaries are porous in the novel, events bleeding into each other and characters moving in and out of each other's narratives. Needless to say, this is a story that is more about raising questions than supplying answers. At 150 pages, it's a slim novel, but it's one that is so dense with narrative convolutions that it definitely demands your attention to keep up with even a little bit of its plot.

Some adjectives to describe this book: strange, absurd, bizarre, surreal. Suah's brand of surrealism is defined by her preoccupation with sensory detail: the almost suffocating heat of Seoul in the summer, the texture of a starched fabric, the instinctive panic that comes with being in absolute darkness. Suah quite literally sets the stage for this kind of preoccupation with one of her opening paragraphs:
"With the lights off, the interior of the auditorium seemed as though submerged in murky water. Objects, matter itself, were softly disintegrating. All identity became ambiguous, semi-opaque. Not only light and form, but sound, too."

That's exactly it: matter seems to disintegrate in this novel, like putty in Suah's hands. And because of this you end up with a narrative that feels less linear and more circular.

All of this is to say, I enjoyed this novel. I can appreciate that it might not be for everyone, especially those who tend towards more concrete plots, but despite its bizarreness I was along for whatever ride Bae Suah took me on. Sometimes you encounter stories you don't understand, know that you don't understand them, and yet still enjoy them; Untold Night and Day is one of those stories.

Thank you so much to ABRAMS Books for sending me an advanced copy of this in exchange for an honest review!
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327 reviews283 followers
March 18, 2021
Bae Suah likes to challenge readers used to more conventional plot lines and character development. In “Untold Night and Day” identities are blurred, chronology is warped, time and space are stretched and exist in parallel to others.

It’s a muggy summer in Seoul. Ayami, the newly unemployed administrator of an audio theatre for the blind which just closed down, is spending the day and night in an eerie suspension between the past, present and future. Her name means “the spirit that enters the shaman’s body and communicates matters of the other world” and she seems to pick up sensory stimuli which other people do not even notice. She attends German lessons with Yeoni, during which they read the German translation of Sadegh Hedayat’s cult Iranian novel from 1936 “The Blind Owl”. But Yeoni disappears - has she ever existed? - and Ayami finds herself in the reality that keeps resembling a déjà-vu experience.

Certain aspects of Hedayat’s novel and even his life are mirrored in Suah’s oneiric, inventive story. The use of language is Suah’s forte and I wish I could read this novel in Korean. There are descriptions that recur over and over again, sometimes in a slightly different wording, and evoke the sensation of circularity of history and our experiences. The characters echo each other and can be simultaneously several incarnations. Reminiscences of the turbulent past: blackouts, curfews, the feeling of oppression, cast a shadow on the day and night and while the novel is Korean, in that respect it could also reflect Polish relationship with the not-so-distant past.

“Untold Night and Day” is a beautiful, mysterious, multi-dimensional novel, bringing to mind films by Apichatpong Weerasethakul and giving me an impression of stepping into someone’s otherworldly dream, from which I don’t want to wake up. Read it and become hypnotised.
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386 reviews319 followers
July 20, 2023
Niesamowite, wyjątkowe przeżycie. Coś zupełnie innego, onirycznego, niepokojącego. Wspaniała zagadka bez rozwiązania. Bardzo mi się podobała, choć oczywiście nie wszystko zrozumiałam. Myślę, że przeczytam ją jeszcze raz, żeby połączyć wszystkie możliwe kropki. Ale faktem jest to, że próba zrozumienia tej książki wplątuje w jeszcze większy chaos.
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450 reviews104 followers
April 25, 2021
Suah’s surreal and poetical depiction of a few days in the life of the laconic and almost lifeless Ayami is one of the most startlingly original novels of recent years. Part dreamscape, part nightmare, the city which Suah depicts alternates between a sinister sense of emptiness and claustrophobic business, as the reader feels like they are experiencing the same narratives over and over again, to the point that it becomes disorientating, the reader unsure as to what is true and what is fiction, or, to put it differently the reader is made acutely aware that they are inside a work of fiction where nothing is real. This is made most apparent towards the end of the novel, as the mysterious writer of detective stories, Wolfi, reveals the mystery behind the multiple narratives which run through the story whilst penning his upcoming detective story.

All of this is overlaid with sparse, yet beautiful, prose: “Every time the city dwellers fell asleep their bodies became cruelly soaked in sweat, like tinder doused with lighter fluid. They burned without flames through the long hours of the night.” The imagery which Ayami evokes is one of a deeply fractured mind, one fraying on the edges of reality, one which renders the world around it as a surreal dreamscape populated with nonchalant poets and opalescent nights, of restaurants where the diners are forced to eat in darkness and where the reader’s senses are heightened, one where the characters seem aware that they are nothing but figments in the imagination of the writer and millions of readers.
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1,826 reviews822 followers
September 10, 2021
Very little fiction captures the utterly disorientating atemporal feeling that many dreams have. It's mostly experienced in retrospect after you wake up, when trying to sort dream-images into a sequence or narrative of some kind in search of meaning. 'Untold Night and Day' manages to evoke just this feeling with recurring images, sentences, and events. Adding to the disorientation is the oppressive humid heat, which Suah evokes unpleasantly viscerally. The narrative covers a day and night, during which the two protagonists repeatedly encounter each other and themselves in unsettling yet ostensibly mundane contexts. Their identities seem fractured and confused. The setting is Seoul, the atmosphere of which emerges through little details. I particularly liked the shipping forecast as a recurring motif:

Today's. Temperature. Forty. Degrees. Celsius. No wind. No cloud. Danger. Of burning. Forty. Degrees. Absence. Of wind. Absence. Of cloud. Daytime. City. Mirage. Scheduled. To appear. Absence. Of wind. Absence. Of cloud. Absence. Of colour. In the sky.


What a haunting novella. I don't quite know what to make of it, but was impressed by how distinctively unsettling I found the reading experience. The translator's note has some fascinating cultural and historical context for Suah's writing (and was sensibly placed at the end of the book).
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698 reviews353 followers
October 7, 2020
Deborah Smith again translates with florid language, evoking a surreal landscape where phrases echo word for word throughout the novel. Stories overlap and intersect. Episodes overlay each other as if written on diaphanous paper filling out and filling in the larger narrative as each page is laid on top of the other.

You have to be in the mood for this. It's so contemplatively weird, intent on pushing you off balance and messing with your equilibrium. A hazy fever dream in the liminal space between waking and sleep. Honestly, how many more cliches can I jot down here. I enjoyed the experience, I'm just ill equipped to really talk about it without resorting to all this folderol.
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465 reviews338 followers
May 3, 2021
Felt like a long fever dream that left me feeling drowsy and exhausted. Moments in the novel gets repeated a lot – but each time it comes out slightly different, distorted even. Almost like a David Lynch film (I’m not that big of a fan of Lynch). My favourite parts of the novel are mostly the ones related to the ‘heat-wave’ – the vivid descriptions of muggy, inner city living and dread. The whole time I was reading this, I kept wondering if my lack of commitment to the storyline/plot is due to how I feel about the translator. I think she’s a great translator, but her style and writing is just not the kind of work/writing that I like.

“Air hotter than the heat of midsummer solidified into transparent bullets, penetrating one heart after the other, travelling between them with excruciating slowness. At every moment, the crystallisation of invisible wax ruptured skin and perforated flesh. Smouldering hunks of flesh. Mucous membranes ragged with burns. Breathing was a train headed for disaster. Every time the city dwellers fell asleep their bodies became cruelly soaked in sweat, like tinder doused with lighter fluid. They burned without flames through the long hours of the night.”


The characterisation is a bit bizarre – they sort of overlap one another. It’s hard to tell who is who. The four main characters are Ayami, Buha, Wolfi, and Yeoni. But is Buha and Wolfi the same person; is Yeoni and Ayami – ? I suppose each character is central to each quarter of the book, but in the end it’s always Ayami leading the way. I enjoyed the two sub-plots in the novel more than the main. First one being the story about the murder/death of the woman in the small town; and the second being anything that revolves around the old poet, Kim Cheol-Sseok. Unlike Murakami’s books, where one is able to tell quite clearly when or where the ‘magic’ happens, Suah’s plot is a bit of all-over-the-place. Either that, or I’ve missed out something somewhere, so I’m just left with this lingering sense of disorientation/confusion.

“People lose one another before they know it. Everything disappears as quickly as it’s put up. The same is true of memories. It can happen that you take ten steps out of your door then turn and look back, and the house you just left isn’t there any more. And then you’ll never find it again. It can happen with people, too.”


The excerpt above sums up how I feel about this novel. I want to love it more, but I feel a bit lost – like that Sharon van Etten’s song, I Love You But I’m Lost. Regardless, I was able to get to the end of the book, so it wasn’t a bad experience. Yet I can’t help but think that I’d have a much better experience if it had been translated by a different translator. I enjoyed Suah’s other book a lot more, Nowhere to Be Found which was brilliantly translated by Sora Kim-Russell. I doubt I’ll read any other books by Suah because the rest that I’ve not read are all translated by Deborah Smith. It might work wonderfully for other readers, but unfortunately for me the reading experience was not that great.

“Translation is always happening, though we don’t always notice it. What language do Wolfi and Ayami speak? The ‘original’ is already a translation. And the idea of translation pervades the whole.” – Translator’s Notes

“When is one book written by more than one person? When are two books both the same and different? Is translation a mind-bending paradox, a run-of-the-mill banality, or a joke that misses the mark? Perhaps all three – simultaneously.” – Translator’s Notes


Even though I didn't like Smith’s translations, I do enjoy her notes/essay. She wrote an interesting piece at the end of the book which reveals a lot of her ideas and thoughts as she translated Suah’s novel. She’s clearly a brilliant and experienced translator, but I just – can’t vibe with (her work). I wish I did; I truly do.

“Just then, when the shop lights went off, it occurred to me that I’m no more than an imaginary woman in your dream.’
‘If that’s the case, I don’t want to wake up.’
‘If the one who’s dreaming me is not an unknowable god but you yourself. If the dream is the product of your imagination.’
‘Let’s drink to the fact that we’re the products of each other’s imagination.”
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189 reviews17 followers
November 13, 2022
Ayami beendet ihren letzten Tag in Seouls Audiotheater und wir begleiten sie traumgleich eine Nacht und einen Tag lang, zunächst ins Dunkelrestaurant mit ihrem Chef, dann in die Wohnung ihrer Freundin und Deutschlehrerin Yeoni, die verschwunden zu sein scheint. Von ihr hat Ayami den Auftrag erhalten, den deutschen Dichter Wolfi vom Flughafen abzuholen und ihm während seines Aufenthaltes in Südkorea zu assistieren.

Während die Handlung eher behäbig voranschreitet, bringt Bae Suah durch ihre außergewöhnliche Erzählweise in “Weiße Nacht” Zeit und Raum zum Bröckeln. Zeitebenen schieben sich übereinander und Situationen, sogar wortwörtliche Beschreibungen, kehren immer wieder, loop für loop für loop.. Mir drängte sich der Eindruck auf, Ayami sei nur eine Idee, der fluide Entwurf einer Person, vielleicht aus der Feder von Wolfi (dafür gibt es auch Andeutungen im Text). Damit verbunden werden im Leser Fragen nach Realität und Traum aufgeworfen und der Wunsch nach Halt und Stabilität bei all der Durchlässigkeit.

Auch Trauer spielt eine Rolle, verbunden mit einem Bus, der nur mit ein paar Menschen besetzt durch die Nacht rast. Vielleicht sitzen auch wir als Leser nur in einem rasanten Trauerbus und werden durch die Nacht geschleudert, während uns der Boden unter den Füßen weggezogen wird. Die Autorin platziert hier viele surreale, enigmatische Versatzstücke und überlässt es uns, sie einzusammeln und zu etwas Sinnhaften zusammenzufügen.

Nachdem ich das Hörbuch beendet hatte, hätte ich das Buch gerne noch physisch gelesen, um mehr zu erkennen, vergleichen und deuten zu können. Ich bekam jedoch auch so den Eindruck einer klugen und stimmungsvoll erzählten Geschichte, die mir als wunderbar ungewöhnlich im Gedächtnis bleibt.
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421 reviews819 followers
November 25, 2023
Si tuviera que comparar la experiencia de leer ‘La noche y el día de Ayami’ con algo sería cómo yo me imagino que debe sentirse estar caminando tranquilamente y de pronto sentir que estas pisando arenas movedizas. Lo que creías que te sostenía desaparece, se vuelve endeble, inseguro, pero… por suerte, tienes ramas a las que agarrarte y, con algo de esfuerzo, consigues salir ilesa y contar lo que te ha pasado como algo divertido. 
 
Todo empieza con Ayami, una joven a la que acompañamos en sus últimas jornadas de trabajo en un teatro sonoro, antes de que este cierre. Esa noche, tras un suceso algo desconcertante, cenará con su jefe y luego se dispondrá a recoger del aeropuerto a un escritor de novela policiaca para hacerle un favor a su profesora de alemán, que, por cierto, ha desaparecido.
 
La narración tiene algo que desde el principio te hace estar alerta, quizá sea la sensación de desconcierto que consigue crear la autora al no dejar al lector ubicarse del todo. Te traslada a un Seúl caluroso, incómodo, húmedo, angustiante y cambiante, donde poco a poco vas detectando sucesos extraños, cosas que no encajan, para darte cuenta de que estás ante un puzzle del que tienes muy pocas piezas. La autora juega muy bien con las repeticiones para marcarte un camino que no siempre podrás ver.
 
Sin entrar a deciros mi interpretación final, si puedo adelantaros que cuaderno en mano, harás croquis para intentar dilucidar quién es quién, las diferentes líneas temporales, separar la realidad del sueño, la luz de la oscuridad, la verdad de lo escrito, lo vivo de lo muerto. Un libro donde los sentidos y la privación de los mismos, tendrá mucha importancia, al igual que la creación de elementos desconcertantes como un carterista que, en realidad, mete algo en tu bolsillo.
 
Un libro lleno de simbolismo, perspectivas diferentes, personajes que transitan la realidad, pero no la misma (o si), que te hacen sentir como si estuvieras en una sala llena de espejos distorsionados, donde ves la misma imagen, pero distinta en cada lugar. Todo al mismo tiempo. De una forma poco convencional habla de arte, identidad, actualidad de Corea y del proceso de escritura entre otras mil cosas.
 
Una novela que crea todo un universo (¿o multiverso?) en menos de 120 páginas, que te gustará si disfrutas de las historias abiertas a diferentes interpretaciones, con toques oníricos y/o surrealistas. Yo he disfrutado como una enana con la sensación de paranoia que esta historia me ha generado, la necesidad imperiosa de comprender, de atar cabos. Corta pero intensa, densa a ratos, apasionante siempre.
 
Un libro que sin duda dialoga con ‘La lechuza ciega’ de Sadeq Hedayat (Siruela), mencionada una y otra vez en la novela. Iré a por ella en cuanto pueda.
 
No es un libro que vaya a recomendar a todo el mundo, pero si este es tu rollo, estoy segura de que ya lo habrás apuntado en tu lista de pendientes y ¡no te vas a arrepentir!
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