The Journey Within

Appearing on Culture Concept Circle website, June 2018

 

url  https://www.thecultureconcept.com/the-white-book-by-han-kang-beauty-poignancy-and-resonance

 

The White Book

By Han Kang, translated by Deborah Smith

Portobello, A$22, 128 pages, ISBN 9781846276293

 

If you want a novel with a clear, three-act narrative and an all’s-well conclusion, then this book by Korean writer Han Kang is not for you. In fact, it does not even look like a novel, written in short and The White Book coverseemingly unconnected snatches of prose. It is more like an extended meditation on life and death, on what might have been and on what once was. And that is enough. More than enough.

It says much about Kang’s courage as a writer that she was willing to make such a departure from her previous book, The Vegetarian, which won the Booker International prize in 2016. That novel – actually three connected novellas – followed the increasing detachment of a woman from the real world when she announces she will no longer eat meat, and then eventually stops eating altogether. Significantly, we never really find out why: the three novellas are (effectively) centred on her husband, her brother-in-law, and her sister. But we know that she is on a journey that leads to the most innermost part of the soul – a theme we find again in The White Book.

It is unknown how much of The White Book is autobiographical but it feels as if a good part of it is drawn from lived experience. The narrative that weaves in and out of the book deals with the premature birth and death, after only two hours, of a baby that would have been Han’s older sister (eonni is the Korean term). Han imagines the heartrending scene of the mother holding the newborn close and begging: “Don’t die. Please don’t die.”

But the universe decided otherwise, and the baby’s white swaddling cloth became a funeral shroud. It is this image that leads Han to examine the white things that punctuate her life: rice, pills, salt, waves, a white bird on the wing. And snow, a connection that leads Han to reflect on “the city” where she lives for a while, a place where snow disguises and then reveals the past. It is Warsaw, a city which, like Seoul, has been repeatedly destroyed and rebuilt, a cycle in which Han sees an image of her eonni and herself.Han Kang

For she eventually comes to realise that if the baby had lived then she, Han, would probably not have been born. It is a duality, a balance, that provides Han with a comfort, with a sense that things worked out as they were supposed to, as they had to. In the book’s final passage, Han bids her sister farewell: “Within that white, all of those white things, I will breathe in the final breath that you released.”

This book could easily have become a mawkish plea for sympathy but Han’s restrained, poetic writing provides a sense of moving from mourning to acceptance, a completed circle. It is a limited emotional pallet but the right one.

The White Book is not for everyone but those who accept it on its own terms will find that it offers beauty, poignancy and resonance, a knowledge of what is lost and what is gained, and how one becomes the other.

 

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