Thank goodness the writer had the curiosity, and that her mother and grandmother had the openness to recall and then share the unreal journey the Korean people have made through time and space.
Reading all the explicit details about everything from the tales of marriage (arranged, transactional, condoning as tradition what would now be known as plain rape on a woman's wedding night with a husband she first met on the day of the ceremony), relationships, motherhood, the opium trade and lives of Korean refugees in China, the squalor of enprisonment by the colonist Japanese, and the dog eat dog conditions in wartime Korea made wonder and wonder how first to get this level of information out of somebody and then describe it in the first person even if you are two generations removed from that person.
It took me a while to get into the first person but I did.
The mother-daughter dynamics between the author's great grandmother and grandmother, then her grandmother and her mother, were so raw and triggering. Basically, the life of a girl or woman sucked even more than we could ever comprehend now, and each woman passed on what she had learned and endured - however unfairly - to her daughter (never the sons). Yet, compassion, loyalty, forgiveness, and understanding can evidently prevail for the lucky women of Korean descent.
I cringed at the fate of sick, handicapped, and otherwise burdensome people back then. Just as the author's great grandmother put her crippled and sick daughter outside on a grindstone to die in the winter, the author's grandmother left her infant daughter by the side of the road because she was too much of a burden, leaving her eldest daughter to carry the baby, even taking blows to her face from the mother who was determined to jettison her spare baby. I'm supposed to feel for this woman - just how FAR she could be pushed to do that - but I couldn't. Her small, young daughter was able to do better, and did. SO triggering.
Another thing that was very painful for me to stomach was the insight into how so much of Korea became proselytized into Christianity, for better and for worse, in earnestness and hypocrisy. These ramifications are still present in every manifestation of the Korean Christian community today, whether here or abroad...again, for the good and bad.
For starving women with no rights to education or enterprise (unless allowed by a husband) beyond prostitution, it made sense that they would gravitate quickly towards an institution of thought that was bringing in money, food, kindness, and even explanations for the unexplainable, good or bad. The author's grandmother did have a fall from faith in the latter portions of the book, and I respected the description to an honest reaction to events that called into question the reality of God/Jesus.
The way I see it, what grandmother Lee and her family suffered or achieved was to the credit of her own effort and to blind fate/luck. But maybe I'm biased as a hardline atheist whose parents were also unable to be won over by Church (though we have plenty of dear friends and family who are extremely Christian). Maybe religion was a point of focus that brought her through the fire.
Whatever feelings are provoked, more memoirs like this must be captured. Otherwise, none of us Koreans will know what we've come from or what we're made of. We will not have to atone to one another for what we've done to each other. We will forget to give credit where credit is due, and understand why our parents and grandparents are the way that they are. We will content ourselves with shallow, comfortable roots, claiming that that was then and this is now, and that our only task is to forge ahead without looking back.