I just finished one of the best books ever written. It’s called The Long Season of Rain and it was written by an American, born Korean, author Helen Kim and it was published in 1992.
The book details the story of one long rain season in South Korea in the year of 1969 when a family takes care of an orphan boy until they could find him a new family. The family consists of parents, Chong-min and his wife, Chong-min’s mother who is referred to as Grandmother and four daughters: Chang-hi, Chung-hi, Mun-hi and Ki-hi. They live in Seoul and the father works in the military.
The boy, Pjong-su, raises much turbulence in the fragile peace of the family. Chong-min’s wife, always referred to as Chang-hi’s mother, has lost two sons and wants to adopt Pjong-su. The father is against it and Grandmother doesn’t know what to think. The boy triggers a long-lived situation of the father never being a father to his daughters and a husband to his wife.
The book is beautiful and well written. I was sucked in from the first word to the last. When I finished the book, I gave it to read to my sister and she has been as sucked into it as I have. The story is about women, their feelings, expectations and duties in a community. If you ever get your hands on it, read it. That’s all I can say.