Kang weaves this stomach-wrenching history into her poetic prose using nature ... Anything but predictable, even, at times, obscure. Kang uses a fragmentary structure punctuated by lyrical, dreamlike sequences to accentuate the collapse between past and present ... The novel’s ghosts are not flimsy holograms. Your hand cannot pass through them. Kang’s spirits are flesh and blood, their pain visceral and lingering.
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