TRUE STORIES OF THE KOREAN COMFORT WOMEN.

TRUE STORIES OF THE KOREAN COMFORT WOMEN.

Debbie Lim

Edited by Keith Howard. Cassell. 192 pp. $60 cloth, $16.95 paper

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TRUE STORIES OF THE KOREAN COMFORT WOMEN.

Edited by Keith Howard. Cassell. 192 pp. $60 cloth, $16.95 paper

"The shame of a woman [is] the shame of her whole family." Hence the long silence of the more than 200,000 Korean women forced into prostitution by the Japanese military between 1933 and 1945. Only recently has the passage of time softened the stigma and allowed a number of these former "comfort women" to step forward. This compilation of 19 of their stories was first published in 1993 by the Korean Council for Women Drafted for Military Sexual Slavery by Japan. It appeared against the backdrop of increased international scrutiny of Japan’s war crimes, and the Japanese government’s blanket apology to the women involved. The present volume, edited and introduced by Keith Howard (a Korean studies lecturer at the University of London), coincides with a recent UN recommendation of a full formal apology, reparations, and criminal prosecutions.

This can be a painful book to read. The stories follow a similar pattern, and soon their impact fades through sheer repetition. But a few details stand out. For example, Okpun Yi recalls looking out from the Taiwan school building where she was confined and seeing lines of Japanese soldiers that were so long, "the ends of the queues were sometimes invisible." Perhaps most compelling are the current lives of these 19 women. In a society that insists on marriage, all but five attempted some sort of union. Most ended in failure. Fifteen of the women now live alone under harsh conditions, and many suffer from recurring diseases. Some are involved in the campaign for reparation; others seem content with the emotional catharsis of finally sharing their terrible secret. Most would agree with the 65-yearold Turi Yun, who said simply, "They ruined my life.... I will not be able to forget what happened even after I die."

—Debbie Lim