One of the most heartfelt and realistic love stories I've read in a long time, as a lover of a good romance novel, this is one that is truly sensitively written about what it means to date as a gay man in their 30s today.
The story centers on Young, a novice writer who spends his nights on Tinder, hooking up, battling loneliness, and hanging out with his best friend Jaehee, a charismatic and fun loving woman. As many friendships evolve and change, Jaehee marries and settles down.
Young's friendship with her cools off, but of course, they still have a bond that endures. But Park writes this storyline with such a fresh and bittersweet insight that all I could do was reminisce about my own personal friendships with old girlfriends, past or present that have either ended, cooled down, or endured.
Park writes wonderfully what life is like with such charm that reading more of this book, I found it irresistible reading more about the adventures and sexcapades that Young finds himself in.
Young also dates two different kinds of men- at 25, dates a charming older man (37) who wants to keep his sexuality and of course, their relationship, a secret. He is also pretentious, self serving and passive aggressive. He takes out his frustrations and projects them to Young, in which I can also say I relate well to, having had my share of dating various older men (5 years or more than myself).
There is one particular moment I was personally triggered by when Young tries to do something silly and sweet for him and the older man he's dating, yet the older man's reaction to this is condescending and rude.
He ridicules Young and basically calls him stupid and naive because of his age and inexperience with life, "my heart seemed to shrink into itself with worry...there was only one question into my mind then. Who was he, and what was I to him? The longer I spent with him, the more I realized just how incompatible we were" (Park 112).
After this traumatic and learning experience, Young finds himself shaped by the abuse that the older man inflicted on him and drowns himself with more casual encounters till he meets the practical and sweet natured Gyu-ho.
For a while, it seems like the two have found themselves in a relationship out of stability and love, where for once, Young feels secure, "mostly we slept on our own beds but occasionally the same one, not having sex, but taking turns giving each other an arm pillow, breathing in the scent of each other's chests or armpits, slowly coming to believe that this was what it meant to love and be together" (Park 180). What a HELL of a statement!
Of course, Gyu-ho and Young eventually separate, and as Young becomes a more confident writer, it is this love that endures, and he spends every day looking for something like it.
I couldn't have found a love story more poignant and realistic as this- and found myself hugging the novel as I finished its last sentence. Mature, wise and messy, it's a love story of the times that deserves to be read for everybody.