Kim Sagwa's quick, wise-beyond-its-years b, Book, and Me is one of the few books I know that I can recommend wholeheartedly to . . . anyone. In my bookselling days, I always blacked out when some cool teen came in and asked for something new, something they hadn't heard of. Not that series. Already read that series. Loved that one. Hated those. Etc. Now I'd have b, Book, and Me, this strange, brilliant literary novel, to offer them, which despite some dark moments is, I think, totally appropriate for—and in some ways made to be appreciated by—a younger audience.
It's also perfect for lovers of literary translation for more obvious reasons. Sagwa's direct, piercing style is deftly handled by Sunhee Jeong, who translated the book from Korean. Fans of Sagwa's previously translated novel Mina will recognize the author's skill at depicting of teenagedom: her rendering of youth is unflinching and deeply-felt, authentically complicated, weighted, the whole-world.
There's something about the voice, or voices (we get two narrators here), in this novel that I can't quite put into words. It's . . . deadpan. Like how I refused to smile for the camera on a Cancun vacation with my family when I was 15. My headphones never left my ears. I was angry and probably in love and missed my friends and really into The Cure. I was feeling a whole lot, but I didn't just show that to my mom and dad. b, Book, and Me is like that.
The plot is pretty straightforward. b and Rang are best friends. They go to the ocean together. They get beat up by boys in baseball caps. They talk about becoming Fish. They live in a town that wishes it was Seoul. The other kids dress like they live in Seoul. They drink soft drinks and pretend they're in Seoul. They wear pants and shirts like Seoul. They dream of moving to Seoul. b and Rang don't really care much about Seoul. It all seems a bit pathetic, trying to keep up with Seoul like that. b is poor. Her sister is dying. Rang is slightly better off. She writes a poem about b, her best friend. b doesn't like it. The friends part ways for some time. They meet again in The End, where the lunatics and outsiders live, meet a new friend named Book (he introduces them to coffee and his impressive collection of books), and they find each other—and themselves—again.
Folks, it's a good one. And quick, too. Probably will take you just a couple hours. Which is great because, if you're anything like me, you'll pick it up and read it again.