On Tuesday of this week,
the winner of the 2015 National Book Award for Fiction was announced: Adam Johnson for his short story collection, Fortune Smiles: “ In six stories, Johnson delves deep into
love and loss, natural disasters, the influence of technology, and how the
political shapes the personal. “Nirvana” portrays a programmer whose wife has a
rare disease finding solace in a digital simulacrum of the president of the
United States. In “Hurricanes Anonymous”a young man searches for the mother of
his son in a Louisiana devastated by Hurricanes Katrina and Rita. “George
Orwell Was a Friend of Mine” follows a former warden of a Stasi prison in East
Germany who vehemently denies his past, even as pieces of it are delivered in
packages to his door. And in the title story, Johnson returns to his signature
subject, North Korea, depicting two defectors from Pyongyang who are trying to
adapt to their new lives in Seoul, while one cannot forget the woman he left
behind” (http://www.amazon.ca/Fortune-Smiles-Stories-Adam-Johnson/dp/0812997476/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1448060093&sr=8-1&keywords=fortune+smiles).
I have not
read this collection, but certainly plan to do so. I have read Johnson’s Pulitizer Prize winning
novel, The Orphan Master’s Son. Here’s my review of that book which I read in
June of 2013.
4 Stars
This
Pulitzer-Prize-winning dystopian political satire focuses on the absurdity of
life in Kim Jong-Il’s North Korea. Jun Do (a Korean John Doe) begins life in an
orphanage and at the dictates of the state becomes a soldier in the tunnels
beneath the DMZ, a kidnapper of Japanese and South Korean citizens, a spy on a fishing
boat monitoring and transcribing intercepted radio broadcasts, and a prisoner
in a prison mine. Eventually he moves into the upper echelons of Pyongyang
society by impersonating a military commander and there he meets Sun Moon, the
Dear Leader’s favourite actress whom Jun Do falls in love.
A major
theme is the importance of narrative in a totalitarian regime. Jun Do is told,
“’Where we are from . . . stories are factual. If a farmer is declared a music
virtuoso by the state, everyone had better start calling him maestro. And
secretly, he’d be wise to start practicing the piano. For us, the story is more
important than the person. If a man and his story are in conflict, it is the
man who must change’” (121 – 122). In other words, only that which the state
wants to be true is true. Several people refer to this fact of life. When the
crew of a fishing trawler has its flag and portraits of Kim Jong Il and Kim Il
Sung confiscated by American sailors, the consequences for which could be
imprisonment or death, the captain asks Jun Do what they will tell the
authorities: “’When they ask you what happened to our flag and portraits, what
story are you going to tell them’” (63)? Later, to cover up a crew member’s
defection, a farfetched story is concocted and Jun Do says, “’Sharks and guns
and revenge . . . I know I thought it up, but this isn’t a story that anyone
could really believe,’” but the captain says, “’You’re right . . . But it’s a
story they can use’” (83). When the bizarre story is accepted by the Ministry
of Information, Jun Do is astounded and blurts out, “’But the facts . . . They
don’t add up.’” The state representative replies, “’There’s no such thing as
facts. In my world, all the answers you need come from here.’ He pointed to
himself . . .” (90). When a diplomatic mission does not go well, those involved
“concoct a story to mitigate their failure” (162), a story that “’will speak to
the Dear Leader [and] might save [their] lives’” (165). An interrogator for the
state thinks of his job as learning a subject’s secrets and writing his/her
biography: “When you have a subject’s biography, there is nothing between the
citizen and the state. That’s harmony, that’s the idea our nation is founded
upon” (181).
There is
considerable humour in the book, much of it found in the sections where the
words of the state’s propaganda machine are given over the loudspeakers located
so everyone can hear. North Korean citizens are told that they live in “a land
so pure it knows nothing of materialist greed” (343) ruled by a man who scored
eleven holes-in-one in a golf game and whose very presence leaves people
feeling all “earthly worries fall away” (224). The U.S. is portrayed as “a land
where doctors chase pregnant women with ultrasounds . . . where huge
populations . . . babble incoherently about God on the sweatpants-polished pews
of megachurches” (351), a nation where “Lazy and unmotivated, Americans stay up
late, engaging in television, homosexuality, and even religion, anything to
fill their selfish appetites” (261). Humour also exists in the contrast between
what actually happens and the state’s version of what happened where even birds
do the bidding of the Great Leader.
Jun Do
behaves consistently, is sufficiently motivated in his actions, and is largely
plausible. The one difficulty is his command of the English language. He is
sent to language school: “The school officials had no interest in teaching Jun
Do to speak English. He simply had to transcribe it, learning vocabulary and
grammar” (39). “He’d heard that the language school where they taught you to
speak English was in Pyongyang and was filled with yangbans, kids of the elite”
(42). He has to sound out “life raft” because “he’d barely spoken English
before, it had never been part of his training” (59), yet he is soon talking
with Americans with ease?
The author
apparently did a great deal of research and was even able to visit the Hermit
Kingdom, but it is difficult to know what is fact and what is fiction. (I would
have appreciated a bibliography listing the materials which comprised his
research.) The picture of life in North Korea, which Jun Do describes as “his
small, backward homeland, a land of mysteries and ghosts and mistaken
identities” (146), is surreal. Unfortunately,
the book may be more fact than fiction; certainly what little we know about the
country suggests that the prevalent paranoia depicted in the novel is very
real.
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