I totally enjoyed reading James Zerndt’s THE CLOUD SEEDERS, so when he gave me the opportunity to read his second novel, THE KOREAN WORD FOR BUTTERFLY, I jumped at the chance. Zerndt is a wonderful writer, and BUTTERFLY is an absolutely beautiful story. I was drawn into his characters from the first page, and I found myself devouring the novel in huge, satisfying gulps.
BUTTERFLY is set in Korea in 2002, against the backdrop of the World Cup and the tragic incident in which two young Korean girls were run over by a US Army tank. Joe and Billie are high school graduates from Portland who have come to Korea to teach at the so-called “English school,” Kids, Inc! They have forged college diplomas and transcripts (Billie says in the first chapter that they are “frauds”), and they know nothing at all about teaching, but this is an opportunity for them to explore a totally new environment. What neither of them know is that Billie is already pregnant, and they will be challenged in ways more difficult than the classroom.
In Korea they meet Moon, a former music producer, and Yun-ji, a college student, both of whom now work for Kids, Inc! Moon has been estranged from his wife, Min Jee, since the day he drunkenly injured their infant son, Hyo. Since then, he has given up drinking and is determined to mend his relationship with his family. Yun-ji is struggling with her own relationship with her parents; her mother is passive and distant, and her father spends most of his time drinking himself into a stupor. When she meets handsome GI Shaun Howell, she rushes into a relationship that will have overwhelming consequences.
Zerndt is able to blend the stories of these characters into a lovely and powerful tale about the ultimate meaning of life. At one point in the story, Yun-ji explains to Billie that Americans see themselves as “snowflakes,” each unique and individual. But Koreans, she says, see themselves as “snowballs,” together as one people. By the end of the novel, this image will be demonstrated perfectly as a confrontation between angry Koreans (infuriated over the death of the two young girls) and the Americans (military and otherwise) who have come to live in a country not their own. In the end, Billie wonders whether it’s possible for us to be “both a snowflake and a snowball.” Can we be individuals, perfect in our uniqueness, but also dependent on each other and necessary to each other. Billie says yes. I say yes, too.
There is a moment in THE KOREAN WORD FOR BUTTERFLY when Yun-ji has a dream brought on by both the death of the Korean girls and the worries of her own life. Suddenly, in the dream, she sees millions of blue butterflies, “a blue shimmering wall spiraling up into the sky.” She thinks to herself, “This is what death must look like. So beautiful it hurts to look at it.” That’s pretty much how I feel about this book. It’s beautiful and painful, all at the same time. I loved these characters, even when they infuriated me. I loved Moon’s attempts to reach his now three-year-old son, and the delight he takes in every tiny step toward reconciliation. I loved Yun-ji’s realization that what seems at first to be a tragic development in her life, may be a blessing sent by God. And I loved Billie and Joe’s fragile relationship with one another as they struggle with difficult decisions and even more difficult feelings. These are very real people, flawed and teetering on the edge of something important, who touched me in a way that will not soon be forgotten.
At its core, this novel is about what really matters and what’s worth holding on to. Moon reads that an artist once said that “to hold a brush was life.” What Moon realizes – and what Yun-ji eventually realizes, too – is that the thing he is most meant to hold is his son, Hyo. The connections we have with each other, especially through family, are what hold us together as one people. Yun-ji comes to understand this. Billie and Joe see glimpses of it. And through all of them, Zerndt’s readers see something very, very important. THE KOREAN WORD FOR BUTTERFLY is a wonderful, readable novel about life and love. Yes, we’re all snowflakes, unique and individual. But unless we can come together as snowballs, we’ll just melt into nothingness. It’s a nice message. I highly recommend this book.
[Please note: I was provided a copy of this book for review; the opinions expressed here are my own.]