I feel bad about this, but ultimately I was disappointed in this book. I don’t think I can rate it higher than three stars.
The book follows two families with the last name of Lee. One family is mixed race African American and white. The other family is Korean American. They cross paths in 1984 in Washington, DC. Alice Lee has returned to the workforce, and is looking for a babysitter. Her colleague offers up her twelve-year-old daughter, Hannah Lee. Hannah and Alice’s husband, Charles, make quite the impression on each other. They both realize that neither of them is where they want to be.
This comes in particularly handy when a tragedy strikes, affecting these three and the children. Chung asks the provocative, and perhaps controversial question of whether or not the tragedy is quite so tragic. Maybe it ends up pushing Alice, Charles and Hannah into better situations for themselves.
From here, we slip back into the past, some ten years prior. We see how Alice and Charles meet (and marry, after Alice falls pregnant.) We see Hannah’s parents, Chong-Ho and Soon-Mi, discover how their own star-crossed love affair, and the decisions therein, hurt innocent people and got them banished from their families. Performing some sort of penance, Chong-Ho and Soon-Mi choose to live an emotionally distant life, which certainly isn’t healthy for Hannah as she grows up.
After the tragedy, which can be blamed on Hannah in the harshest terms, anyway, her parents also send her away to boarding school. Hannah sees this as a punishment to be borne, and afterwards she leaves everyone behind and chooses a path with a French teacher with whom she felt the most affinity. The marriage between Charles and Alice falls apart, and each of them choose life journeys that they might have gone on a decade earlier had pregnancy not forced them to stay together. (“Force” is a strong word for it, but they made the choice they did to marry and settle down together more out of obligation than out of personal desire.)
I’m probably too picky with the writing; I feel like the first section is too heavy on exposition (and one foreshadowing incident on a carnival ride that is way too blunt for my tastes.) And then, in the last sections, it turns too descriptive without any weight to hold it down. Honestly, if I was more connected to the characters, I’d probably forgive and be less petty in this regard.
There’s a lot of characters and backstory, and to a certain extent I appreciate how Chung fleshes everything out. Everyone feels like they have a three-dimensional backing. But her choices in the post-tragedy storyline feel flighty. We hover around characters for a little while and never fully get ingrained in their storylines, especially for Alice (and then Charles.) I guess I’d argue that I felt fully immersed in Hannah’s storyline, and that she’s arguably the main character. Other readers might disagree with me about Alice and Charles, too, and say that I want too much hand-holding. This wouldn’t be the only area where we disagree.
The big area is with the sexual relationship between Charles, a 30-something, and recently turned-13 Hannah. To be judgmental, I’m kinda shocked the reviews I read didn’t even mention this. Chung wrote the one scene where they had sex in vague, descriptive and emotional terms, as though she knew if she was forthright with the action, we’d understand this to be abuse. (Years later, Hannah confirms that her high school boyfriend isn’t “her first time.”) She’s 13! I don’t care if they feel a connection; it can be a celibate one! I don’t care if Chung, or Hannah, wants to deem me a prude because of something something the French author Collette wrote in the Claudine books. I could have gotten behind this relationship, maybe, if Charles looked out for Hannah in a paternal sort of way, and even understood that Hannah was wise beyond her years in how she saw the truth about people. (Maybe Hannah should have become a psychologist? Then again, to be vain, writers understand people, too. :P) Instead, the decades of unread letters, culminating in read letters, just stuck me as creepy.
This is, to me, a case of something that is supposed to be provocative in a compelling way, but instead it misses the mark. I’m not sure if I’d say the same about the inter-cultural aspects, but one GoodReads reviewer quibbled with a specific issue regarding the African American content. It was kinda fun (and kinda freaky and sad) to read a story set in places where I’ve lived, worked and frequently vacationed—Silver Spring, MD, Washington, DC and Rehoboth Beach, DE, respectively. Hopefully the next book I read in these locations will hit me in better feels.