A review by literaryjunarin
The White Book by Han Kang

3.0

 “Is it because of some billowing whiteness within us, unsullied, inviolate, that our encounters with objects so pristine never fail to leave us moved?” 

This book is about the author's musings on all white things, like snow, moon, salt, white hair, etc. It is also about grief, nostalgia, death, suffering, and most especially, living despite it all.

I've read The Vegetarian and Human Acts before this, so I'm used to Han Kang's powerful voice. Maybe that's why I find The White Book relatively weak. It is elegant and introspective like you're actually meditating on that white thing, but still, it is pretty underwhelming.

Even so, I'll still read Han Kang's next works.