The White Book
by Han Kang
A meditation on grief, silence, and the fragile beauty of existence
In The White Book, Han Kang delivers something rare: a novel that feels less like a story and more like a prayer. Told through a series of quiet reflections on the color white — from rice to snow to shrouds — this book traces the outlines of life, death, and what remains after both.
It is a novel born from personal grief — the loss of an infant sibling — but its reach extends far beyond private sorrow. Each short passage builds on the next, a mosaic of tenderness and pain, memory and yearning.
Reading The White Book is an experience of stillness. It asks for your attention in the softest way, offering moments of profound beauty in return. It’s a book to be savored slowly, in silence, allowing the white spaces between words to speak as loudly as the text itself.
❄️ If you loved…
The fragmentary structure of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
Poetry that feels like walking through memory
📚 Read this if you’re in the mood for…
A quiet, contemplative exploration of grief and rebirth
Lyrical prose that invites reflection rather than narrative urgency
A meditation on the visible and invisible marks of loss
✨ My Take
The White Book is one of the most intimate and profoundly moving books I've ever read. Han Kang distills grief and hope into something weightless but unforgettable. It's a novel that leaves you changed — not through grand declarations, but through its insistence that the small, white spaces in life deserve to be seen and honored.
Afterword
Some books leave a mark not through plot twists or action, but through the spaces they open inside us. For me, The White Book is not a story I read and moved past — it’s a feeling I still carry: of quiet, of fragility, of small beautiful things persisting after loss. If you read it, I hope you carry a little of that quiet, too.
Where to Read It:
Ms Ice Sandwich is available on Amazon — or read along with us in the My Asian Era book club on Fable.