ABSTRACT
The cymbals abruptly stopped clanging, leaving a metallic aftertaste in my ear. I watched Elaine end her dance with a graceful turn. She untied the bow that held her costume together and in the same motion slipped out of it and handed it to the shaman’s helper, bowing slightly and touching her outstretched right arm with the fingers of her left hand. Later I learned that’s the polite Korean way to give people things. At the time I was just absorbing gestures.
