With no strength left in her, Mi-yeon collapsed to the floor and wept bitterly. "I should just set fire to this house so we can all die together."
Oh, how I wish you had, Mi-yeon. How I wish you had.
The only thing I really liked about this book was its hyperrealism (at times), and its gossiping neighbours. Every single person in this book is a misogynist and creep, and then you've got a rapist and weirdo who jerks off to his 15-year-old niece's cartoon underwear. Wtf. Oh, and, you get the r-slur in the first chapter.
As I kept reading, I began to think we weren't meant to see any good in the characters at all—they're 3 middle-aged slobs who leech onto their elderly mother, who's the sole cook and provider for them, and I genuinely thought we were going to see the story end in well-deserved tragedy, but that wasn't so. The characters suddenly changed way too abruptly and too close to the ending.
The filth the male protagonist thinks up a steady stream of is... to say the least, disturbing, and it makes total sense he's obsessed with Hemingway. The author probably knew what they were doing with that.
Sigh. I was looking forward to this read, and was utterly disappointed. I will NOT be picking up any other books by Myeong-kwan Cheon.