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Selected Praise for
Hye-young Pyun and Her Work
The Hole
Winner of the Shirley Jackson Award
“A Korean take on Misery.”
—Time, “Top 10 Thrillers to Read This Summer”
“[A] taut psychological thriller . . . The Hole is an unshakable novel about the unfathomable depths of human need.”
—Shelf Awareness
City of Ash and Red
An NPR Great Read, a Barnes & Noble Best Horror Book of 2018, a CrimeReads Ten Best International Crime Fiction Selection
“City of Ash and Red will pull you into its nightmare.”
—NPR
“Kafkaesque . . . Those with a taste for creepy suspense will be rewarded.” —
Publishers Weekly
“Another gruesome masterpiece.”
—Crime Reads
The Law of Lines
A CrimeReads Best International Crime Novel of 2020
“[A] simmering thriller.” —
The New York Times Book Review
“[A] compelling existential thriller.” —
Wall Street Journal
“Pure, hard-scrabble noir . . . Harrowing and elegiac.” —
LitHub
ALSO BY HYE-YOUNG PYUN
The Hole
City of Ash and Red
The Law of Lines
Copyright © 2012 by Hye-young Pyun
English-language translation copyright © 2023 by Sora Kim-Russell
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Originally published in Korean under the title (Seojjok supeuro gatda) by Moonji Publishing.
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CONTENTS
PART 1
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
PART 2
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
PART 3
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
EPILOGUE
REFERENCES
PART 1
1
It was easy to miss things in the woods. Which was why he considered it lucky to have spotted the armband that read BEWARE OF FOREST FIRES lying in the underbrush beneath the yew trees. In-su Park brushed off the dirt that coated the armband. It was covered in stains, as if it had been lying there discarded for some time, but with a good rinsing it could be reused. He decided to end his morning patrol there. He called it a patrol, but all it really amounted to was a quick look around the trailhead; the trees stood too close together to see any farther in.
As he slowly headed back, In-su saw a man and woman walking from the parking lot over to the ranger station. They were the fourth already that day. The fourth group, that is, of people coming all the way to a forest they were forbidden to enter. That was probably because it was a Sunday, and the weather was mild for the time of year. Last week, the cold had kept all but one hopeful hiker away. Along the forest road that passed the small row of shops in town and led up to the trailhead were numerous signs that read forest closed. no public access. And yet, people showed up anyway, as if doubting the signs, only to be turned away at the ranger station.
The forest ended at the western shore, the ground sloping steeply until it gave way suddenly to a sheer, rocky drop-off. Near the coast, the boundary between forest and sea was unclear, making most of that part of the forest too dangerous for hiking. The only way to access the safe parts of the forest was from the trail-head near the station.
In-su Park had no problem turning away hikers. In fact, you might say he enjoyed it. To watch someone try to argue with him only to have to turn tail and retreat was simply wonderful. He never tired, not in the least, of exerting this power over others, even when it meant having the same conversation over and over.
“How much is the entrance fee?” the man asked, taking out his wallet. He was dressed in a blue padded jacket. The woman stood one step back, visibly shivering. As mild as the day was, it was still too cold for a walk in the woods.
“There’s no fee.”
“Oh, so it’s free?”
“You don’t have to pay an entrance fee because you can’t enter.”
“Excuse me?”
“The forest is closed for the season. Please refer to the notice over there.”
In-su pointed to the notice board. The man glanced over at the forest closed sign.
“Oh, no. Right now is the off-season?”
“Correct.”
“So we can’t go in?”
“Correct.”
“When can we go in?”
“Probably not until spring.”
In-su added that since the forest was open for only a short time during the spring, they should check the dates online before returning, but the man was so put off at not being allowed to enter right then that he paid no attention to what In-su was saying.
“I told you I thought I saw a closed sign on the way up here,” the woman said with a laugh.
“They should make the signs bigger! What the hell? You can barely see them.”
The man glared pointlessly at In-su. This, too, was so familiar a reaction that In-su couldn’t help but grin.
He watched the couple walk away and was about to return to the ranger station when he heard a car coming up the hill. The car pulled into the parking lot, neatly swapping places with the one driven by the couple who had just left. It was a sports car, foreign, the ground clearance much too low for mountain driving.
Ha-in Lee got out of the car and looked around. The woods pressed in close and tight, encroaching on the edges of his vision. The air was cool and the wind brisk, but the effect was damp and chilly rather than refreshing. It wasn’t the fault of the weather. He blamed it on the way the trees huddled together, making themselves look dark. He hunched his shoulders and stepped toward the shadows, thinking as he went that nature wasn’t always right.
In-su Park stared hard at the man approaching the ranger station. He was wearing a nice jacket, with a dress shirt and tie. Judging from his clothing, he might work for the government or maybe a corporation, someplace conservative and stiflingly hierarchical. Either way, it wasn’t an outfit for hiking in the woods. In-su wondered if he was a researcher. Professor Jin had joked that while researchers mostly stayed out of the forest, part of their job was to show up anywhere that was off-limits during the off-season and flaunt their right to ignore the rules.
If the man wasn’t a researcher, then he could be one of those so-called radical environmentalists or ecologists who were said to appear in the forest now and then. With his fancy clothes and relaxed way of looking about, he didn’t seem all that intimidated by the shadowy woods, which could suggest he was one. Professor Jin had told In-su that they liked to drop by the station to deliver canned sermons to the rangers. If that’s who this guy was, it didn’t bode well for In-su. He would want to correct In-su’s way of thinking with half-baked theories and long-winded opinions about protecting the environment or with a truckload of blistering criticism.
“Please come back in the spring.”
Though In-su knew from his clothing that the man wasn’t there to hike, he spoke first to try to feel him out. The man said nothing but merely fixed him with a snakish smile. That was unexpected. Normally, when In-su told visitors the forest was closed, they would get confused and ask what he meant or try to argue, but the look on this guy’s face seemed to say, Why would anyone want to go in there?
“Spring? Why spring?”
“The forest is closed.”
“Ah, that’s what you meant.” He didn’t sound disappointed. “I imagine that’s less of an eyesore then, with some flowers to brighten it up?”
He was gesturing at the empty lot behind the ran ger station, where the vegetation grew tall and thick and loomed over the small building. The grounds were so neglected that the station, which already looked only temporary, seemed more like a shed for storing snow removal equipment than a place for people. In-su had been feeling unhappy about having to work there. Now, here was this guy rubbing it in.
“Yeah, sure,” In-su said. “There are flowers everywhere then.”
“I bet it’s not this windy either.”
“That depends on the weather.”
“I’ve never been in a forest this big before.”
Ha-in sounded undeterred by In-su’s flip responses as he scanned the topographical map of the forest posted next to the station. In-su couldn’t shake the feeling that Ha-in was talking down to him.
In-su added gratuitously, “The real surprise is deeper inside. There are shady places where the snow lingers till June.”
He acted like he knew what he was talking about, but he’d never actually been in the forest. The visitor seemed interested, though, so In-su repeated what he’d heard Professor Jin say. Truth be told, all In-su ever did was loaf around the entrance twice a day and call it a patrol.
“The air in there must be very damp,” Ha-in said. “For the snow not to melt for so long, I mean.”
“The western edge of the forest borders the sea,” In-su replied, echoing more of Professor Jin. “It’s especially damp along the coastline. This whole area gets tons of snow.”
“I’d love to see it myself someday.”
“Come back in the spring.”
“That’s too bad.”
“What is?”
“I think I’ll be busy in the spring.”
In-su stared at Ha-in again. Ha-in was eyeing him attentively, as if searching for flaws. Ha-in wasn’t the type to overlook a minor mistake and dismiss it as natural, In-su could tell. No, he was the type to laugh and mock a person mercilessly for it over and over.
“You can’t go in there now,” In-su said coldly. “The forest is closed.”
“I’m not trying to go in the woods.”
“Then where are you going?”
“Right here.”
“Here?”
In-su looked around. Where was there to go? He realized then that he had completely misread the situation and felt dismayed. That was always how it went with him. No matter how sure he thought he was, his inferences all came to naught. Even this guy, who should have been easy enough to figure out, was leaving him stumped. And it was such an obvious guess to assume that someone dressed like that would be a government employee or office worker.
“I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Ha-in Lee.”
In-su scrutinized the business card the man handed him.
“Attorney-at-law, family law litigation?”
“Yes, feel free to contact me if you require my services.”
“I hope I never have to.”
“Of course not.”
“What brings you here?”
This time he asked out of pure curiosity. What was a divorce lawyer doing all the way out here in these woods?
“Do you work here?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you worked here?”
“Why?”
“Exactly how long?”
In-su hesitated. And forgot entirely that he didn’t have to answer anything, so overwhelmed was he by the fact of talking to a lawyer. Why was the lawyer asking him these questions anyway? Did he do something wrong at work? Did his wife call this guy?
Ha-in studied In-su while he was hesitating. He knew he had no right to demand answers, but he also knew that most people were so timid and meek they would eventually be intimidated enough by his title to tell him anything he wanted to know.
“I’ve been here two weeks,” In-su admitted, his face flushing.
He regretted having acted as though he knew anything about the forest. Why’d he have to say that thing about the snow not melting in the shade until June? Even if it was worth mentioning, why didn’t he just admit he’d heard it from someone else?
As if to conceal his embarrassment, he fired back, “Why do you need to know? What are you doing here anyway?”
“I’m looking into something.”
Now In-su was the one itching to ask questions.
“Is it a legal matter?” In-su lowered his voice. “Like a division of assets? As in, between the people who own this forest?”
Ha-in wondered about the strange note of anticipation behind the annoyance in In-su’s voice. In-su’s gaze had gone from glimmering with confusion to gleaming with curiosity, as if looking forward to a forest fire.
And in fact, as soon as In-su’s embarrassment had faded and he knew he wasn’t in any trouble, he did feel a certain excitement. The forest was boring. He hadn’t been there long, but it was. Stuck in the ranger station all day, In-su passed the time daydreaming about what might happen in the woods. Sadly, the only thing he ever came up with was losing his job due to a forest fire. Forest fire! In-su dusted off the armband he was carrying, as if blaming it for such blasphemous thoughts. It was only because he was stuck indoors all day like a piece of old office furniture that he would think of something so awful. Of course he didn’t really want a fire to break out.
“It’s nothing like that,” Ha-in said.
In-su felt disappointed for reasons he couldn’t name. His curiosity toward the lawyer evaporated. He braced himself for a long, boring story, his body language stiff and defensive and his eyes fixed on the station, as if to say he didn’t have time to chat.
“I’m here to ask for help.”
“From me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need me to give a deposition or something?”
“No.”
“Is it a lawsuit?”
“It’s not that either.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Is it someone I know?”
“I don’t think you know them.”
“So why are you looking for them here?”
“Because there’s a chance you might know them.”
“Who is it?”
“The person who worked here before you.”
Now that In-su thought about it, he knew nothing about his predecessor. The person was already gone by the time he started the job. The one who’d explained the work to him was Professor Jin.
In-su straightened up. “Who is he?”
“My older brother.”
In-su studied Ha-in. His nose was long and thin compared to the rest of his face; it didn’t exactly make for an unattractive face, but there was something off about it. It wasn’t helped by the fact that his eyes were different sizes, apparent even at a quick glance. Only one of his eyes had a fold in the eyelid, which made it seem overly large. But despite the overall asymmetry and his impersonal if sharp business suit, it was a face that left a lasting impression.
If his predecessor really was this guy’s brother, did he look like him, too?
2
Ha-in Lee had headed straight to the ranger station at the entrance to the woods when he arrived at the village. After seeing the signs for the village on the freeway, he’d taken a right at the end of the exit ramp and driven for another thirty minutes before reaching the village limits. From there it was another long drive down a road lined on both sides with tall trees thick with leaves before he caught a glimpse of a bell tower in the distance. After yet another long stretch, buildings began to appear: buildings that were modeled after antiquated European architecture and therefore as far from European as could be.
It was the former Forestry Research Center. The buildings were spaced far apart, as if to show off how much land the site occupied. Most stood empty, since the center was in the process of being relocated to the city, but nothing about it felt bleak or in decline. Instead, it seemed open and unimpeded, probably thanks to the wide, grassy lawn. The grass, which no doubt grew tall and boasted an even shade of green every spring, came right up to the edge of the road. As he drove past, Ha-in couldn’t help thinking that the village, with its research center campus and shop-lined main street, looked more like a chateau owned by a particularly diligent and fussy master.
The shops were said to have been built at the same time as the center; they appeared old, their style dated, evidence of their history. Only the awnings were new, but those were an eyesore. The colors and patterns, which looked as if they’d been chosen by someone with plenty of money but little class, were all the same, bestowing on the village a forced, artificial look. Nevertheless, the identical awnings helped distract the eye and turn attention away from the blemishes left by time—the flaking paint, the stains on the walls, the children’s graffiti.
