An immigrant family is haunted by the past.
Korean-born Han sets his debut novel in Hawaii in 2018, in the months leading up to a false alert of an impending missile attack from North Korea. Central to his tale are Mr. and Mrs. Cho, ambitious Korean immigrants who successfully run a popular plate-lunch restaurant they dream of turning into a chain in hopes that their two grown children, Grace and Jacob, will take over someday. The siblings, though, have other plans: Grace, perpetually (and tediously) stoned, wants “to get off this rock, strap an Acme rocket on her back [and] land in grad school as far away as she [can] get.” Jacob, who is gay, doesn’t see himself as his mother does: “her representative and living proof, her healthy and tall son, of how well they were doing.” When he decides to travel to South Korea to teach English and discover something of his heritage, his parents are delighted, but soon they learn devastating news: Jacob has been arrested for trying to breach the Demilitarized Zone. Back in Hawaii, gossip spreads quickly, the family is shunned, and the restaurant struggles. Jacob, though, is no spy; unwillingly and unwittingly, he has been inhabited by his dead grandfather, who desperately wants to find the family he left behind when he fled North Korea. The ghost sees Jacob as “merely a vessel for his wishes, like how all sons, and grandsons, ought to be.” Excited at being embodied, he is intent on making up “for an afterlife of starvation.” Jacob’s efforts to extricate himself from his selfish “spiritual tumor”—even seeking help from a domineering shaman—test both his strength and hold on reality. Han’s surreal fantasy, sometimes devolving into slapstick, contains a serious critique: of the marginalization of Korean immigrants; of the plight of families separated by a politically contrived border; of shattered lives, pain, and guilt.
A raucous and adroit debut.