Review copy provided by the publisher.
This is such a fresh and vivid fantasy, it is achingly sad and exciting and wry by turns. I am so glad I got to read this. It tangles two timelines, the “past” of the 1940s and the “present” of the 1970s, both in Hong Kong’s Kowloon Walled City slum and then reaching out to the areas around it. Mercy Chan doesn’t have any memories when she washes up on the shores of Hong Kong during the Japanese occupation–a terrible time to be friendless and unprotected. But she isn’t quite either thing, because she has Bao, her maogui (cat ghost)–not a type of spirit known to be friendly, but Bao has apparently made an exception for Mercy.
Bao won’t be the last of the local ghosts, spirits, and gods we meet in the course of this book (although he is my favorite). Mercy’s talent at communicating with ghosts has given her steady work with the triads for decades. Now her past is catching up to her, and if she can’t remember what it was, her future looks imperiled–and so does the future of Hong Kong itself. This is a book that seeks kindness in a world that doesn’t always think it has room to be kind, and I found it to be a very satisfying read indeed.