Gwangju Writes 51 my reading experience. Having never read the source material, I have likewise never viewed any movie or TV adaptation of Little Women. But I am now quite prepared and excited to see Greta Gerwig’s latest offering. The beauty of artistic license is taking a beloved narrative, shaking it down to its bones, and rebuilding it to speak more clearly to present or future generations. Hopefully this adaptation can reinforce and inspire the latent greatness in today’s “little women.”
Travelogues Written by Kevin D’Abramo
Finally, I’ve reached New York where swarms are thicker than Paris and while every door exudes jazz the Manhattan stride invades my marrow waking a moment of hope, while caffeine-high in a café as your eyes gleam like waves splashing Vancouver.
The Author
Hailing from Montreal, Canada, Kevin D’Abramo studied English literature and creative writing in university. He came to South Korea to teach English after completing a PhD at the University of Montreal, which focused on postmodern treatments of proletarian fiction. Besides creative writing, he enjoys playing bass guitar and traveling.
March 2020
Kristy Dolson lived in South Korea for five years before taking a year off to travel, read, and spend time with her family in Canada and Australia. She holds a Bachelor of Education and now lives in Yeosu, where she splits her time between teaching at the new Jeollanamdo International Education Institute and reading as much as she can. (Photo by Cheyenne Taylor).
www.gwangjunewsgic.com
The Reviewer
In Paris I tramp past palaces seeking jazz winter here’s a sprinkler, and like the grey moods of Vancouver but this drizzle won’t soak my marrow and I won’t bellow like the old urchins of New York perhaps I’ll bloom, like Hemingway did drinking Pernod, inscribing my blood in the ether of cafes.
ARTS & CULTURE
Over mountains, through mist, then wing down in Vancouver where nude bodies gleam and don’t dream of the rats of New York here they hear birds chirp in their cafes which are appointed with big cowboy bars, absolument pas Paris. And oh how the sun and glistening waves sink into my marrow while on Sundays I can relax and sip jazz.
