The reader feels as if he is in Chongjin, where starving people ate the bark off trees; or atop Mount Taesong with the elite of Pyongyang, whose existence is a mix of sadism and whimsy; or with the masses who are bombarded day and night with the propaganda of North Korea's alternate reality.
“I'm a tek addict myself. No matter where you are, people are looking for something to tear them away from reality, challenge their state of mind.”
“My parents split up when I was about 2. I realize more and more how much I'm like my father. My gentleness comes from my mother.”