I was born in Hawaii and spent 18 fabulous months in Korea as a missionary. When perusing books at the library, I stumbled on this little gem and loved it from the start. While in Korea in the late 1980's, I wondered at the social rules of the day. Women walked behind their husbands, men 'owned' their wives and domestic abuse was high, women did not eat meals with their husbands, rather they remained in the kitchen, young adults in love could neither hold hands, nor kiss in public, girls covered their mouths when they laughed, a woman could treat her daughter in-law horribly, and other such rules. I remember going to a home for dinner and when my companion and I sat on the floor to discuss missionary work with the male missionaries and the mission leader, he shouted at us to get in the kitchen to make food with his wife! I witnessed a man beating the crap out of a woman, his wife, girlfriend, whatever, and pounded on his car window demanding he stop (I had a blind rage that day and did not think of, or worry about, my own safety). When he saw this American screaming at him, he drove away, probably just around the corner to resume the beating. The hierarchy of men over women never sat well with me but it was interesting to learn more of the history. The Confucian ideals seem old-fashioned and very conservative, "The wife must regard her husband as heavenly; what he does is a heavenly act and she can only follow him." I knew the Chinese preferred a male child over a female, and given the social rules regarding men and women, the Koreans felt the same way, more so in previous generations. The main character of the book was, unfortunately, named 'Regrettable'.
Growing up in Hawaii during my grade-school years, I thought the world was my backyard. I never longed to leave to visit the mainland (other than to see my grandparents), and was confused when my best girlfriend moaned, "I've got to get off this rock!" I wondered what rock she was talking about and where she wanted to go. I caught a glimpse of old Hawaii and the merging of cultures as the Koreans, Chinese, Japanese, Filipinos, American military, and a hundred other nationalities descended on the islands before the first World War. I could picture many of the places in my young girls' mind, remembering the sugar cane fields my family used to drive through from Ewa (Eh-va)to get to Waipahu for church. I felt transported back to a Hawaii that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and came to understand a little more why, as a haoli child, I was so despised by the local children at my middle school.
The book was a treat for me, perhaps given my personal ties to both the Korean culture and Hawaii, but still, it was a book surely anyone could enjoy. A young girl, once destined to be the wife of a husband who would appreciate her only for her cooking, cleaning, and bearing children, specifically boys, but who would never attend school or leave the Inner Room, becomes a 'picture-bride' and travels to the unknown land called Hawaii and her path changes forever. "A road need not be paved in gold to find treasure at its end." She comes to understand that 'Hawaii is not truly the idyllic paradise of popular songs--islands of love and tranquility, where nothing bad ever happens. It was and is a place where people work and struggle, live and die, as they do the world over.'