Bluebeard's First Wife

I read Ha Seong-nan's first collection, Flowers of Mold, and the stories here are just as elusive. Most of them evade me and resist imprinting. All this despite the fact that I think I'm getting the hang of Korean short stories. You don't so much arrive at your destination as much as the bus just stops and boots you off and you're left standing at the side of the road trying to remember exactly how you ended up here with an odd sense of disquiet.