I haven’t been able to read much these past couple of months. Poetry, yes—plenty of that—but no prose. I was desperate to read and yet couldn’t. Never in my life have I struggled to consume words like this. After rapidly switching between books, (none of which could hold me)—books on craft, simple stories, purposeful stories—I finally picked up The Vegetarian  by Han Kang. If I had to describe my state while reading it, I would simply say: the book stupefied me. For days afte