The Disaster Tourist: A Novel by Yun Ko-Eun
English | 2020 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 3.2 MB
Welcome to the desert island of Mui, where a paid vacation to paradise is nothing short of a disaster in this “mordantly witty novel [that] reads like a highly literary, ultra-incisive thriller (Refinery29).
Jungle is a cutting-edge travel agency specializing in tourism to destinations devastated by disaster and climate change. And until she found herself at the mercy of a predatory colleague, Yona was one of their top representatives. Now on the verge of losing her job, she’s given a proposition: take a paid “vacation” to the desert island of Mui and pose as a tourist to assess the company’s least profitable holiday.
When she uncovers a plan to fabricate an extravagant catastrophe, she must choose: prioritize the callous company to whom she’s dedicated her life, or embrace a fresh start in a powerful new position? An eco-thriller with a fierce feminist sensibility, The Disaster Tourist introduces a fresh new voice to the United States that engages with the global dialogue around climate activism, dark tourism, and the #MeToo movement.
Yona figured that she was making the situation worse by bringing it up, so she quickly washed her hands and tried to forget her unease. But the truth was, several days earlier there had been an uncomfortable incident. She’d shown up for a meeting on time, but when she arrived, no one was in the room. A wide-eyed junior staff member had approached Yona from the hallway.
‘Isn’t there a meeting?’ Yona asked, confused, as she stepped out of the conference suite.
The man replied with a wink. ‘Today’s a foul.’
‘A foul?’ she asked.
‘That’s what they told me,’ he said.
Foul? Was this some sort of new jargon? An abbreviation? A kind of slang? As Yona racked her brains, she remembered hearing a similar sentence a few days ago, in the department next to her own: ‘It’s because of a foul.’
‘Okay,’ she replied in a fluster, losing the chance to ask, ‘But what’s a foul?’ Yona figured that she didn’t have to determine the meaning of the word; she just needed to understand the situations in which it was used. But she didn’t have any idea what those situations were. Of course, she could have just asked someone, but she felt uneasy letting people know that she didn’t know what ‘foul’ meant.
The co-worker hurried away, and Yona stared blankly at the empty conference room before stepping into the lift. After meetings, employees would crowd into the bathroom or smoking area to relieve built-up tension, but today, even without such social exertion, Yona was too exhausted to do anything but rush back to her desk. As Yona boarded the lift; so did Kim—another co-worker. Once the doors closed, he spoke.
‘Johnson is asking me to send my greetings to you,’ Kim told Yona.
‘Who?’ Yona asked.
‘Johnson. My Johnson.’
Kim pointed to his crotch. The lift was descending from the twenty-first to the third floor, and Kim and Yona were the only two people inside. Without even giving her a moment to be surprised, Kim grabbed at Yona’s bottom. The action wasn’t a mistake, it was deliberate: a brazen gesture that suggested Kim didn’t care if he was caught.