1960s Korea. A girl stands in the middle of the sunny cabbage patch with
her mother. The air is full of butterflies (the souls of little children
in afternoon naps) and secrets (though they were not secrets at the
time). House of the Winds is a portrait of a family whose lives have
been deeply affected by the tumultuous long years of Japanese rule and
the Korean War. And it is the story of one mother and one daughter.
Young Wife is a magic-wand mother who tells stories of the time when
tigers smoked pipes. One day her white summer blouse runs deep red,
mango-red and azalea pink. Who knows from where this sudden sadness
sprouted? Her youngest daughter is our guide through this world in which
an American electric iron is so powerful it sets off a coup d'état. The
daughter begins to see "how Korean women, descendents of the she-bear
woman and the son of the king of heaven, lived in the folds of
history...laughing, wailing, spirit-cajoling, poetry-writing,
tear-hiding, bosom-bracing, scheming, fire-breathing."