I Have the Right to Destroy Myself

In searching out and reading more Korean works in translation I'm beginning to settle into the strange narrative obsessions that I see colouring so much of the work. Themes of food, sex, death and art, often mashed into a jarring tangle, keep recurring.

I Have the Right to Destroy Myself is no different but moves with a dreamlike eeriness, broken with the occasional jarring episode. I didn't feel the individual characters got truly fleshed out and are defined by specific actions instead. A brief distraction.