The Fruit of My Woman
by Han Kang
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Here’s what The Fruit of My Woman is about, what it stirred in me, and why it might be one of Han Kang’s most quietly devastating stories.
What It’s About
In this brief, symbolic story, a woman slowly begins to transform—physically and emotionally—into a plant. Her husband tries to care for her, water her, understand her. But something unspoken has already taken root.
Han Kang doesn’t explain. She just observes the transformation and lets it unfold. The result is haunting.
My Take
This story unnerved me—in the softest, saddest way.
There’s no violence here, not in the usual sense. Just the quiet grief of disconnection. The woman doesn’t rage. She doesn’t leave. She just... withdraws. Her metamorphosis feels like resignation, like relief, like she’s becoming something the world can’t touch anymore.
I finished it feeling unsettled, hollowed out, and moved. Han Kang has a way of writing about bodily estrangement and emotional distance that stays with you. This one stayed.
Would I Recommend It?
Yes—but only if you’re in the mood for something quiet, symbolic, and a little surreal.
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