A review by escape_through_pages
How We Disappeared by Jing-Jing Lee

dark reflective medium-paced

• Plot- or character-driven? A mix
• Strong character development? No
• Loveable characters? No
• Diverse cast of characters? Yes
• Flaws of characters a main focus? No

3.0

When I was at school studying GCSE history, the curriculum was heavily oriented toward World War One and World War Two. This was fine by me, I found it fascinating 🤓 but in the years since (of which there are many) I have come to realise that our learning was lacking in the ‘world’ aspect, it was very much focused on the British or Allied perspective. As such, when I find books that focus on the human experience of the war elsewhere, you have my attention. 

How We Disappeared looks at the Japanese occupation of Singapore between 1942-1945. It tells the story of Wang Di, snatched from her home aged 17 and forced into sex slavery for the Japanese troops for four years. 

The story follows two timelines, both the historical and present day, with Wang Di reflecting on her time as a comfort woman and the life since. It also follows a dual perspective, that of 12 year old Kevin, who hears a confession from his dying grandmother that ultimately reveals a long hidden family secret that links his history to Wang Di’s.

Lee structures the story well, maybe too well, as while it is easy to follow the change in time and perspective, it feels a little rigid in its unfolding. It is very readable and accessible but I found the style rather bland. 

The content is harrowing in parts and depicts the lasting impact of such trauma. It also shows the courage we can summon to survive when we need and the strength that female friendships can inspire. 

I learned from reading this book, which is something I always appreciate. If I’m honest though, I didn’t connect with any of the characters, it lacked emotion, and this affected my enjoyment. Perhaps it was written this way on purpose, so as to not be too distressing, and many readers may prefer this. I, however, am quite happy for you to do a Yanagihara on me; stamp over every emotion I’ve got and wring the last tears out of my eyes. 

A solid debut in the way an unseasoned meal would still soothe your hunger but would be lifted by the addition of a bit more flavour.