Great Novelist

When I read his work, "Traces of Birds," I had already organized an article introducing this book in my mind. Growth and Darkness. The two opposing themes were well overshadowed. Literary achievements and popularity. The country was too small for this book. More and more people had to be moved by it.

As soon as butterflies decided to do so, they called the penis of the Netherwood publisher. I've worked with him a few times. He was a pretty good editor. Work is fast and communicative.

“Let me see.”

I checked my email. I haven't heard back yet. I had already sent an email to overseas agents who trade frequently. He was not yet the author's official agent, but it was a reminder that there was an interesting piece. Speed was life in this industry. You have to catch it before someone else does.

The butterfly picks up a glass of water from the table to moisten its neck. I decided to meet coincidentally in an Italian restaurant and his editor, Nam-Kyung. The butterfly arrived about 20 minutes before its appointment time. I've checked the time. Two will be arriving soon.

“Seventeen.”

It's my first time dealing with a 17-year-old writer. I wouldn't be familiar with this business position I decided to take advantage of it. I wanted to be his exclusive agent.

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It was the first restaurant I had ever been to. Clean interior gives an overall clean impression. He said as he entered the room he had reserved with Namgyeong.

“You're a butterfly agent? ”

“Yes. What's the matter? ”

“No, it's just... ”

It was a familiar name. A white butterfly. It was a name I had heard for a long time. In the past, he was an agent who exported traces of birds to seven countries. I can hardly remember what I'm good at. I barely spoke to her by email. I gave her exclusive rights the day I met her, and that didn't last long because Australia ended her life as a debut writer. It's gonna take a while this time.

“What kind of person are you? ”

In his question, Nam-Kyung thought for a moment and replied.

“I know what you're good at. I'm also responsible for famous writers overseas. Once you've set a goal, you're the one who bites and grows. ”

A greedy woman. Hearing Nam-Kyung's story immediately reminded me of her image. If that greed works in a good way, I have no complaints.

As he approached the door, Nam-Kyung said.

“Well, see for yourself. ”

"I'm excited."

Nam-Kyung thought he was not really a student.

Door's open. Table. Patterned wallpaper. And a beautiful woman. A white butterfly. A woman in a suit has an intelligent atmosphere. Her appearance became clear as black and white screen turned to color. It's been a while.

“Hello, I'm a butterfly from the Imp Agency. ”

The Impact Agency was one of four leading publishing copyright agencies in the country. It was large and often responsible for famous writers.

Her eyes glisten as she looks at him. He could definitely feel it. She was observing herself. It seemed like he was being curious.

He noticed the gaze on his face. I didn't hide my face then.

“It's the Starship. Call me by my real name. ”

“Yes, Master. ”

I didn't stop her from raising her voice. There was a reason it was a place to do business, but that wasn't all. Her respect was kind of fatherly. She has something to gain from herself. He knew that his age could be a weakness in this position. As long as you know it, your weakness is no longer your weakness.

After a brief greeting, I first sat down and ordered a meal. They made pasta. All the food came out in a tasty color.

“You're handsome. You're a shame to hide. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Butterflies had a funny look to agree with Australia.

“I've been wondering. I really enjoyed reading your work. ”

“Thank you."

She gives you a short answer. Looking at her reaction, she adds.

“I thought it was genius. ”

He burst into laughter. The old self would be thrilled. She misinterprets the smile and gives her own impression of what she wants to do.

“Overall, I liked the pure vibe. You've really cleared up the way people feel about fear. ”

Not only that, the butterfly was a horse.

“Death has been consumed over and over. Everyone wants to know about death. Writers get a lot of inspiration. But there's not that much freshness. I was bored, to be honest. ”

Death, fear, anger. Dark emotions are that impressive. Drop a drop of black ink on a white paper. Everyone's gaze is focused on that one point. There is power and charm.

However, if it is not handled well, it becomes a dirty stain. It spreads and gets messy even if it's just a little squeaky. Becomes an eyesore that interferes with white color.

The butterfly looked at the boy in front of him. Coincidentally, the writer draws a brilliant circle. One pure, dissected circle.

Butterflies were generously complimented. The child is easily moved by compliments from an adult. But it was no frivolity. Because his work was really great, because he was meeting with him.

“Characters look at the ‘bird,’ the centerpiece of the novel, from their own point of view. It's colorful and balanced. I think I have the power to appeal not only to Korean emotions but also to any emotions. Birds fly around the world. ”

Butterflies confidently said. This book works overseas. I looked at his reaction.

In Australia,

“I see.”

It was just the word.

The butterfly is embarrassed. It speaks calmly. It is not a student response. You're not impressed? That's it?

“I think it's great to write at your age. ”

“Yes.”

That's it? The butterfly waits for more of his words to follow. Silence passes. As she does, he gives her a moment's thought and opens his mouth.

“You're overreacting a bit. ”

The butterfly shuts up. Looking at the situation quietly next to him, Nam-Kyung shakes his head small. That's what high school students do. What a great writer you are to embarrass her.

The butterfly reflects on its own words. I poured out my compliments without sparing them. Even the same adults feel better when praising sincerely. Compliments make whales dance. He was the one who wanted to excite this young writer. But it was strange. The reaction was too dry. And what, overestimation? I didn't even think about it.

Am I the type to talk less when I'm shy? No, but his face was too dull to see. It's not like high school students hide their faces. What is this guy?

“Great pasta here. ”

You sound so peaceful. He took the pasta to his mouth. Well, well. Grouch. All I could hear was the sound of food.

Nam-Kyung spoke in a lengthy silence. More silence caused discomfort.

“Hmmm, how are things these days? I hear your work in the newspaper is quite responsive to the American market. ”

“Oh, yes. The writer was very cooperative, so it was easy for us to work. In the first meeting, he entrusted me with all of his work on going abroad. He was terribly cool. ”

He was a butterfly who immediately postured and replied to Nam-Kyung's words. Thanks to this, the atmosphere was restored to stability.

“If you're a writer. ”

“Yes, you're a popular writer. He's one of my authors. ”

He was interested in the talk of peace. If he was relieved, he was a close friend and colleague of mine who I met a while ago. Unlike comrades, he hasn't written in years. Not long ago, I heard the sighing of the West.

Butterflies continued to talk about their greetings.

“I wasn't that surprised when I got a call from a famous American publisher. because he prided himself on having that much power in his work. Rather, it was too late to complain. ”

“You have a lot of confidence. ”

I'm proud of her. I don't know if the writer is relieved, but maybe he was attracted to her and left all his work to himself.

“My confidence is based on your book. ”

Her greed is for the benefit of the writer. He smiled slightly. I like that attitude better than being a genius.

“Aurora, I'd like to take your work to a wider publishing market. ”

She said the point. That's why this seat was created. Moving accidental books to the world. Traces of birds. He saw a confident face. Eyes meet.

You can leave it to her. She's greedy.

“Yes.”

He replies. She smiles at him with joy.

“Please take good care of it. ”

“I really am.”

After that, the three of them finished eating, talking lightly. A dish was removed and a dish with fruit for dessert.

A new game has begun. It tastes different and smells different. Looking at the changed plates on the table, she said seriously.

“So let me briefly tell you about the publishing market in the United States. In the United States, we're essentially importing less international books. about three percent of the time. Among them, the income of foreign literature is so poor, I don't know if it's one percent. We have to squeeze in there. ”

Literature among international books, Korean literature among literature, coincidence among them. A very narrow door.

“It's not easy. ”

“Yes. It's literally not easy. But it's also not impossible. Your work is easy to capture. That means it's easier to introduce to overseas agents. ”

She explained to him in detail the process or concepts of going abroad. He takes her story seriously, nodding and punching her in the face.

“However, our most trusted English translator does not fit the schedule. Translation is really important. So I'm going to translate it into French. Are you okay?”

“Yes, please. ”

Bobby smiled with a cheerful smile as the conversation progressed. Now is the time to speak up.

Butterflies wetted their mouths with a sip of water.