This is a beautifully written novel which weaves an almost dream-like narrative between night and day, past and present, the living and the dead, China and New Zealand. It tells the story of two people in early 20th century Wellington, New Zealand, Chung-Yung, a Chinese immigrant, trying to survive in a hostile new country and a widow, Katherine McKechnie struggling to raise her son and daughter after the death of her unbearable husband.
Soon a clandestine relationship develops between Yung and Katherine. At a time when anti-Chinese legislation was at a height in New Zealand their relationship can only unfold during the mystical twilight hours of night which serves to heighten the sense of otherworldly magic which permeates the story.
This premise of two people from opposite sides is an obvious setting for tragedy which is not unexpected but no less saddening or terrible when it comes.
The only problem I had with the dream-like quality of the writing was that I never felt as connected to the characters, or the action, as I should have done, or would like to have done. I often felt detached from the main events, which is a shame because the writing is really amazing and poetic it just all seemed to wash over me and did not leave the impression the author was intending.