Paul Yoon
speaker
490 appearances
2 recordings
2 series
first heard Dec 2025
last heard 1 Jul
Paul Yoon’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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His opinions and tastes and desires were as carefully bland as a king's must be.
A polite king, I mean, who coexists with a constitution and whose irrelevance now and then sparks a complicated optimism about the possibility of a republic.
Or, of course, a queen.
There's no need to use Roy's wife's real name.
In fact, she's no longer his wife.
I'll call her Mandy.
A name like this reveals nothing about her except perhaps that she was pretty and athletic.
The evening walks were a response to Mandy's fear that pregnancy might change her body.
It's not that Mandy was vain.
She just liked to be good at everything she did.
So she liked to be good at having a body.
At the time, Roy and Mandy lived in Newtown, which I'll explain to my husband is a crowded inner-city Sydney neighborhood that, back in the 90s, was grimy but beginning to gentrify.
They were part of that gentrification.
They'd bought a tall, shuttered terrace house in North Newtown and fitted it with many skylights so that sunlight filtered down like luminous smoke through the stairwells and woke them each morning from a gleaming square above their bed.
You could sit on their guest toilet and see the undersides of airplanes.
The kitchen, too, was new, and they painted the front door an intrepid red, as if to advertise their plucky personalities.
They were both lawyers with good salaries, and the timing of the pregnancy was part of a long-term plan that took into account the rising property values in their neighborhood.
Each night, they strolled hand-in-hand through the streets of Newtown, Mandy's belly beginning to show, while Sydney uni students rolled joints in the tiled front gardens of their rented houses, and the employees of Thai restaurants ferried bags of fragrant rubbish out into narrow alleyways.
Sometimes Roy and Mandy walked down one particular street that had a backpacker hostel on it.
The hostel was shabby and loud, but Roy and Mandy claimed to like it.
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