Great exploration of how what is left in or out of an archive obscures entire patches of history and essentially rewrites it; I love how in the first chapter Gonzalez says "Because this story is not about the general, it begins with him in order to move him out of the way." It's a needed defiance that Isabel Cooper is defined by so much more than her affair with MacArthur – because there's no record of if/what letters she sent back to him, it seems like she held a lot of the emotional power in their relationship, which is totally backwards from how she's painted in history, as his docile Asian mistress whose primary duty was to "prop up MacArthur's insecure masculinity." Great blending of how the confusion of genres this is written with depicts her mixed-race identity, her cosmopolitan life as an actress, her tendency to change her name, age, identity, to bury her old self.
Side note, since Gonzalez is adamant that there is no romance to be found here, but I think peak romance to book lovers has to be love letters... Like what is possibly more romantic than having a stack of old love letters that you can reread forever. They should destroy iphones so we can all go back to that.