Greek Lessons follows the story of two isolated people living in Seoul - a woman taking Greek lessons when she finds herself no longer able to speak, and a man teaching Greek while slowly losing his eyesight.

This was my first Han Kang novel and while the writing was beautiful I was at times lost and disoriented in the story, not knowing whose perspective I was reading or what was happening. Even so, I wasn’t ready for the book to end when it did.

A beautiful story about two people going through physical trials and personal struggles when they find each other in their darkest moments and help each other. The end of their story was more hopeful than I expected.

I definitely think this, like Kang's other works, is open to every reader's individual interpretation and that is what makes me a fan of her writing. Every reader comes with their own personal struggles, beliefs, and ideas; that is what transforms Han Kang's story into something memorable. The individual experiences of the reader will determine how they perceive this story.

Recommended for: literary fiction readers and fans of Han Kang

I received a digital ARC of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

Strange and disorienting. It's hard to situate yourself in this dream-like novel. (I expected that, given The Vegetarian.) When I was reading it, the story was compelling. But the disorientation made it hard to pick back up once I put it down. Where was I? What was happening?

This would be a perfect book for a cold, gray day with nothing to do but read.

"The only person who knew that her life was split violently in two was she herself."

Greek Lessons is my second Hang Kang novel and my second time feeling haunted after reading the last page. Following a woman who, after a number of traumas, is mute, and her ancient Greek professor, who is near blind (a hereditary fate that he has known since being very young), Kang explores concepts of language, loneliness, and mundane intimacies. These two perspectives, which alternate between first, second, and third-person narration, ask a multitude of philosophical questions that I honestly felt lost me at a certain point. Perhaps I am not the intended audience? Perhaps.

Nonetheless, Kang's writing is beautiful, and her questions are thoughtful and complex. The parallels between both her characters help to solidify the moment their paths, almost inevitably, coalesce. Despite the short length of this novel, I don't think this is for anyone searching for a light, easily digestible read. Greek Lessons is meant to be consumed carefully and closely.

"Language, by comparison, is an infinitely more physical way to touch. It moves lungs and throat and tongue and lips, it vibrates the air as it wings its way to the listener."

A deeply intimate story of two strangers meeting at the crisis point of their lives and bonding at the point of their vulnerabilities. This wisely written novel reminds us that our greatest weakness can be someone else’s strength.

I was hooked by <i>The Vegetarian</i>, and since then have read everything by Han Kang that gets translated into English. Unfortunately, her books have never quite hit me in the same way again. This feels like a me problem, not a Han Kang problem, as all of the problems that I have with her subsequent work I think were present in <i>The Vegetarian</i>, too (perhaps to a lesser degree?). Certainly, if I were less than enthused by this book, it's not because it was lesser than, say, <i>Human Acts</i>. It contains all Han's usual skill and style; perhaps I'm just not the right reader for her work. If you are, you'll enjoy this, and it seems like most reviewers do. But I start to wonder if I, personally, don't need to keep running out to read every Han Kang novel the moment it drops.

The most poetic of prose writers has given us a novel about communication and connection-- what happens when one of our senses is lost, what happens when someone we love is lost, what happens when we find an unexpected connection. Beautiful, touching, visceral.

An unusual novel about a woman who lost her speech as a teen and regained it through French lessons- and who is now taking Greek lessons because she is once again without language as a result of the trauma of losing custody of her son. Her teacher is losing his sight due to age related macular degeneration. Their stories, their losses, are twined In this tale of love and loss. Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC. For Kang's fans and fans of literary fiction.

𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺—

At the lick of the last page, I drifted off into that very furious sleep. It's in this sleep that my conscious clicks out, leaves my body to wander around in hellscapes, desires dripping with so much need to be understood. So much so that it hurts. To demand. To constantly demand in the dark, behind the shades of eyelids is an exhausting way of living, my very being. Here, one who cannot speak and another who is going blind, these are people that demand to be understood when parts of them are lost.

Cold, rigid and inaccessible, this is my first in Han Kang's work. It is perhaps not the greatest introduction, but it has allowed me to look at the playscapes of her worlds when I will examine her older work.

But I've always feared that Korean literature has this empty, complacent feel to it. Look at any 홍상수 영화 but also look at any article regarding Deborah Smith's translation of 강's work. It is inherent in the culture. So much so that I had reasons to fear that translated Korean work might not fit the western palette (take a look at the recent English publication of 죽고 싶지만 떡볶이는 먹고 싶어 ).

It is in the righteousness of the western 𝘐 does Deborah seek claim in changing the original text for 채식주의자, but here I think she manages a tricky balance. One that focuses on the big brain energy of philosophical linguistic queries, but also maintaining the original 한 of the mother tongue in order to achieve something democratic for both the west and Korea. Smith plays it safe with the translation. But by doing so, we are left snow deep in this cold slim book. In this early April, the cherry blossoms are ending with swift cold heavy downpours, washing pale petals down the sides of fine dusted cars and a thick smog. Tonight, I slept with a sweater on because my bones were cold, because this text was cold.

But in its icicle-like prose, I am reminded of a film I recently watched, 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰.𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘢, which is a film so quiet that I feared any sound I made would disrupt the film, would rip the screen in half. There were moments I held my breath as the prose of 강's book numbed me, dropping me pinpoint in a state of trance-like hypnosis that if I stirred, I would rip myself from the text in a violent manner, like peeling a tongue from a pole stuck dead deep in winter.

But that is what 강 is writing towards. An inaccessibility. It is in the inaccessible do things like words, puzzle pieces, become unknown. It is in the unknown that there is room to roam. A kind of liberty, a freeing of language, so much so that once we are free we can moves 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 our bones. In the space before language can exist is the abstract and here do we revel in 강's diet existentialism.

"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦- 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.."

Reading this was realizing that words on a page are not actually printed, but floating just right above blankets of blankness, just before speech and thought leap towards each other to create meaning, just before lips touch to create an expression of lust or love. It is that exact moment, that leap of faith, between lust and love. A deep longing, a deep sorrow. All in tested trust. The painful way in which we exist in meat sacks flung from here to there, forced to form words around days that shovel through us like blind, speechless freight trains, if on a winter's night a stone cold soul.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥? [I] 𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

I think the audience for this book might be someone who reads Greek. This novel has been translated to English, but it feels as though there is another level of translation required. I usually love books about language, but I felt like meaning was being purposely obscured at times. There were glimpses of story, two lonely characters, but mostly I was confused. The POV character kept changing, and sometimes I wasn't sure whose voice it was. For a very short book it is taking a lot of work and too much time to finish.

A story about the power of language and human connection told through a woman who became mute because of past traumas and a man who is slowly losing his vision. Han Kang's beautiful writing shines through in this novel yet again, but I felt it was too intelligent for me to fully grasp the message. I want to revisit this in the future to gain a better understanding and appreciate Han Kang's brilliance.

greek lessons follows a story of a woman who’s losing his ability to speak after a series of traumatic events and a man who’s losing his sight due to a disease he had since childhood. their life intersected through a greek class in which the man worked as the teacher.

the exploration of greek lessons in this book as a symbol of communication is very fascinating. greek is a language no longer spoken by people on earth, and they could not communicate with each other when one was mute and the other one was blind. but somehow they found their way to understand each other through touch and gestures; a very intimate way of communication. greek lessons brought them to each other so even when greek was no longer a language used for communication, it still served as a medium to find the real meaning of communication itself.

i found this book written very beautifully which also means the translator did a very great job to keep the prose aesthetics.

my biggest issue with this book is how i can’t find the connection between the man and the woman’s backstories. the book talks a lot about the man’s past, about his loss and grief, but i feel like it was built up for nothing. the man and woman’s real interaction only started after 75% of the book, and even then we couldn’t quite know the woman in-depth. the lack of exploration in the woman’s life and the over-exploration of the man’s past couldn’t execute the rest 25% of the book well. their sudden togetherness did not make sense to me. probably if their tension built up way earlier, then it would feel like they “gained” something in the end, but since it was not the case, i’m afraid i missed the point this book intended.

This was a 2.5 stars for me, I'm rounding up. In this case I really think it was mostly just a matter of preference. The writing style was unique, I have no doubt that some people enjoy it, but it just doesn't't hit right for me, and I can't help but think that it was a lil pretentious, and overdone. It felt to me like the writing of person who's trying to sound intellectual, the metaphors and analogies used were bizarre & just off.

I wanted to love this so much more than I did, but I just could not connect with any of the characters. There was something about them that just felt remote, ambiguous, unreal. I didn't feel anything for any of the characters and their relationships with each other didn't matter to me either, the whole thing felt forced.

I'm not sure if this whole storyline just went completely over my head, or if I just didn't happen to mesh well with this specific author, but I'd tend to think that it was probably a little of both. I'm sure the author intended for her words to be meaningful, and poetic, but to me it just wound up coming off as juvenile & forced. I just felt disconnected from the whole story. The pacing was a snail's pace & I kept waiting for things to happen but they never did. The ending was anticlimactic & at the end the prevailing sentiment was one of disappointment, & boredom. Unfortunately I have to count this one as a loss.

4.5/5 • Intriguing from start to finish.

Was I confused at times? A little. But always curious; always wondering and reading to find out what was happening next. Not to say this is a plot-heavy book by any means. Yet, Kang writes in a way that is beautiful and compelling. Would be interested in reading it a second time. It’s short enough to go through in a day if you have a few hours to do so. In summation, would recommend. Head over to the ‘Cafe Au Lit’ podcast on April 18th (release day) for my full review.

Thanks to Random House for the Advanced Copy.

Following one young woman's struggle returning to the Greek language and attempting to regain her voice, as well as her language teacher's gradual loss of sight... Greek Lessons is a moving narrative about human connection, language, and the meaning of communication.

Han Kang is a writer like no other, depicting complicated circumstances, places, and characters in such an expressive and thought-provoking manner that it's difficult not to fall in love with everything she writes. The elegance of her words has always compelled me to reread my favorite parts, notably Greek Lessons. She encourages you to consider how communication is not only necessary for human connection, but also how one might understand it when one's senses fail.

Greek lessons is a lyrical beautifully written novel.A story of loss of a woman losing her ability to speak a man her professor losing his ability to speak.Han Kings description of them of their desperate need for connection.Han king drew me right in with her thoughtful creative writing style.#netgalley #randomhouse

Greek Lessons follows two central characters, a woman who has (seemingly inexplicably) lost the ability to speak and a teacher of Ancient Greek at a private arts academy who is steadily losing his sight. Some of the most memorable passages of the book come from the teacher's meditations on going blind, especially when he begins to tie that into readings of Plato. Greek Lessons is a very strange book. (I was not really surprised by this after having read The Vegetarian.) The prose has a sometimes awkward quality in English that (not being able to read the original) I'm tempted to ascribe to translation, but I have no idea whether or not that's the case. There are moments of real, sheer beauty in the writing but overall I found the novel confusing and somewhat disjointed—the shifts in perspective and the tendency, especially towards the end, for the narration to lapse into broken lines almost like poetry, were distracting to me.

Thank you to Netgalley and Hogarth for the e-ARC! Greek Lessons is my first read from Han Kang and I was immediately intrigued to read more of her works from the second I finished this one. With a heavy focus on language, Kang shows how the importance of senses and communication causes great disconnection between the two main characters. Eloquent, thought provoking and poetically melancholy, I really liked this one and cannot wait to dive into her other works.

This is a hard book to review. At times, I felt it to be uneven, but then I wonder if it has to do with the nature of the story (or even lack thereof). There are some books I am sure I will have to revisit in order to appreciate them fully, and this is one of them. Like all of Han Kang's works, this is exquisite at the sentence level, more poetry than novel. (although I must admit I found the translation to be a bit rigid in places). Nevertheless, the overall effect is evocative and immersive.

"Greek Lessons" interweaves two stories: that of a professor of Greek who is losing his sight, and one of his students, a middle-aged woman who has lost her speech (and her son in the process). I found the teacher's sections to be far stronger on first read, perhaps because we see him in relation to other people. There are some lovely passages about love and death that absolutely blew me away. Han Kang at her best.

Ultimately, this is a story about the burden of existence and the retreat from language in the face of hurt. Or rather, I would say a retreat into silence when you love the world too much and cannot bear the pain inflicted on other living beings.

I am still gathering my thoughts. But there is no denying Han Kang is a fantastic and thoroughly original writer.

There was something so heartbreakingly beautiful to Han Kang's enigmatic new novel. Loosely, it's about two people who meet while each is going through their own private transformations (loss of sight, loss of voice). The novel is about the bond they form, but also about language. It's a difficult, surprising novel -- and it gives no easy answers. But the prose is delightful, and it left me feeling something only great art ever does. I feel... changed, in many ways.

Thanks to the publisher for the e-galley!