At a point in the story-somewhere, I found myself rooting for Yobo. I had become totally involved. And the flight for redemption he took in the last paragraph was one I found myself reaching equally for. Between both milestones was a descent into loneliness and self-flagellation that I have rarely seen chronicled as efficiently.
I probably still don't know too much about life in Korea, but it is easy to see that the nature of the human detritus spewed out on the banks of society each time The Organisation gets beached is a universal one.
Krystyn Lee's story has helped to shine more light on this fact. And she was crafty and sympathetic in accomplishing this. And funny too. Therefore I consider this a very important story.