I've read novels about missing children, who may or may not still
be alive, and about dead parents, where the children express their many regrets
about their relationships with the deceased.
This book has elements of both types, as it is about a missing parent/wife
with dementia. We glean a portrait of
"Mom" from the viewpoints of her oldest son and daughter and from her
husband, who bears the guilt for having lost track of his wife at busy Seoul
Station. The daughter's sections are in
second person, which I found unnecessarily confusing. I kept thinking that "you" was Mom,
rather than the narrator, since the book is a collection of memories of Mom,
peppered with apologies for not having valued her and with vows to show more
affection and appreciation, if she ever turns up. The only first-person section is where Mom
gives us a glimpse of her life, sharing a few secrets that she's managed to
keep hidden from her family. It's not
that her life has been one of pain and suffering, but with all these ingrates
around, I found it uplifting to discover that she had a source of personal joy
outside the family, as well as a younger daughter who treated her with the
kindness she deserved. Having no idea
how expensive certain luxuries were, she had asked the younger daughter, a
struggling mother herself, to buy her a mink coat. (Asking her husband for one would have been
an exercise in futility.) The nearly
destitute daughter bought the coat, and then Mom was mortified to learn how
much it cost. Mom is also illiterate and
encouraged her children's education so that they could rise above her status in
life, and they did. However, they are
not likely to match her generous spirit and the bountiful gifts that she has selflessly
bestowed on them.
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