A very unusual book set in South Korea, in a world so different to western expectations this is a tale about assassins. Yet these assassins are normal people, except for the way they earn their living.
Although the main protagonist murders people he is a very sympathetic character.
Quite a surreal tale.

The Plotters is set in North Korea where Renseng, an orphan, lives the life of an assassin for hire. What you don't expect is to end up empathising with him. But then this is an assassin who also reads Dostoyevski! Un-su-Kim spins out the tale of Renseng's life so beautifully that somehow his repeatedly killing people isn't what dominates this excellent novel. Rather it is the wonderful characters - such as Old Racoon,the librarian: Bear, the owner of a private crematorium; Hanja, the old barber who is the supreme assassin; - who leap of the pages and don't let you put the book down. OK, in some places it's truly grim, in others it's deeply touching, but, despite the brutal subject matter I nonetheless strongly recommend you read it. This is an author worth noting.

The story is set in South Korea about a Fraternity of assassins headed by a father figure who will accept an assignment for a suitable fee after establishing who, when, how and what is to be accomplished. Where upon the father will select what is a suitable person to do the deed. Interestingly the tale is centred on a young man who was recruited from a young age to be trained into the role. Just as empires rise and fall it seems that when assassins reach the end of their usefulness they will in turn be assassinated. What happens when it all ends makes a dramatic story.

This book was different to the ones I normally read, but I enjoyed it a lot. The story was interesting and I enjoyed the description of Korea and the characters. Definitely recommended.

I struggled with this book. It is hard to see the point of of the brutal and uncompromising storyline. The characters are shady criminals living in an unrelenting society. I gave up and skimmed to the end. . There are so many good book is around,why bother with ones like this?

A novel set in an alternate Seoul about an organisation that masterminds assassinations....

Not that anyone really knows Seoul very well in the West, or at least not many, but I suspect no one will recognize that here, since it’s a very different city on the pages of this novel.

You’ll recognise a Korean setting however for there’s plenty of mentions of the maze of streets, chaotic alley ways and throngs of people.

There’s also the nod to the closed off and secretive world and what really was interesting was the way this is eerily similar to what we know or are allowed to know about the governmental regime. Politics aside however, it’s a very interesting premise for a thriller.

Interestingly the Assassination club takes place out of “The Old Library”....Not too sure what to make of that. There’s even somewhat of a regime in there!

Quirky I think would be a good description of this novel. Not too sure I understood everything I read, but I enjoyed what I think I did!

On a separate note - it's not the new Scandi Noir for me - it's Korean Noir - let's celebrate both!

"‘Reading books will doom you to a life of fear and shame. Now, do you still feel like reading?’"

The Guardian newspaper recently heralded Korean thriller writers as starting a new wave of translated popular fiction to succeed Scandinavian noir -https://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/mar/03/the-new-scandi-noir-the-korean-writers-reinventing-the-thriller - and the book on which they centered their article was this: 설계자들 by 김언수 (Kim Un-su). A more literal translation of the original title would be designers or architects, but the publisher and translator have gone with The Plotters.

The translation is from Sora Kim-Russell - the 7th author I have read through her translations, the others being Gong Jiyoung, Pyun Hye-Young, Hwang Sok-yong, Bae Suah, Park Hyoung-su and Shin Kyung-sook, and she is one of my favourite Korean-English alongside the Deborah Smith and Jung Yewon. Her translations tend to be towards the reads-naturally-in-English end of the spectrum, certainly as compared to Jung's, which makes this a highly accessible read, albeit one with an appropriate amount of local colour: e.g. as soon as page 2 we get a description of a man with 'a permanent grin, like a carved wooden hahoe mask' (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hahoetal).

As with two other books in this genre - The Hole by Pyun Hye-Young (my review https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2252009529) and The Good Son by Jeong You-jeong (https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2391289859) this isn't a type of book I would have naturally read in English: my interest is more in Korean literary fiction and in in pure literary terms, this is not, and does not purport to be, in the same class as Bae Suah, Han Kang or Hwang Sok-yong say.

Nevertheless it is a well-written book, humourous and quirky, with some fascinating characters, and one which rises above the constraints of genre by not following too linear or (except perhaps in the closing pages) predictable a path.

The subject of the novel, Reseng, is an assassin-for-hire, adopted as a young child by Old Raccoon who historically has run Korea's contract assassination business from The Old Library, one that developed in Korea after the end of military rule:

"What sped up the assassination industry was the new regime of democratically-elected civilian administrations that sought the trappings of morality. Maybe they thought that by stamping their foreheads with the words It’s okay, we’re not the military, they could fool the people. But power is all the same deep down, no matter what it looks like. As Deng Xiaoping once said, ‘It doesn’t matter whether a cat is white or black, as long as it catches mice.’The problem was that the newly democratic government couldn’t use that basement on Namsan to beat the crap out of the pains in the arse. And so, in order to avoid the eyes of the people and the press, to avoid generating evidence of their own complex chain of command and execution, and to avoid any future responsibility, they started doing business on the sly with contractors. And thus began the age of outsourcing. It was cheaper and simpler than taking care of it themselves, but best of all, there was less clean-up. On the rare occasion that the shit did hit the fan, the government was safe and clear of it. While contractors were being hauled off to jail, all they had to do was look shocked and appalled in front of the news cameras and say things like, ‘What a terrible and unfortunate tragedy!’"

Although with changing times, particularly the growing demand from the private and corporate sector, his business, and his life, are under threat from competitors.

In the novel's world, the assassination requests come into the contractors via the plotters of the book's (English) title, who themselves take orders from end clients. Reseng very much subscribes to Lee Harvey Oswald's 'patsy' (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbR6vHXD1j0) theory of assassination:

"Whenever an assassination came to light, the first person the police looked for was the shooter. In the end, all they wanted to know was: ‘Who pulled the trigger?’ When they did find whoever pulled the trigger, they fooled themselves into thinking everything had been solved.
...
‘Plotters are just pawns like us,’ Reseng said. ‘A request comes in, and they draw up the plans. There’s someone above them who tells them what to do. And above that person is another plotter telling them what to do. You know what’s there if you keep going all the way to the top? Nothing. Just an empty chair.’"

But as the novel begins, Reseng is starting not to follow the rules. Sent to kill a former North Korean general, and someone who was himself a senior plotter in the South, he ends up having dinner with him, before completing his task. And when he finds a small bomb planted in his toilet:

"‘This would’ve blown your arse off.’
‘That tiny thing?’
‘The pressure is higher inside a toilet bowl. It’s like squeezing a firecracker in your hand when it goes off. Basically, when you sit down to take a shit, your arse forms a seal over the hole, creating the perfect conditions for this bomb to do maximum damage.’
‘Are you saying it could have killed me?’
‘Ever seen anyone survive without an arse?’"

he gets caught up in a world of memorably eccentric characters and complicated plots. The chief suspect for the toilet bomb for example "was working at a convenience store. After greeting customers with an overly loud ‘Welcome!’ she hit them with a bubbly ‘Help you find something?’ or butted in with a nosy ‘Ooh, I buy these biscuits too!’ Most customers ignored her. But she laughed anyway, indifferent, and kept tossing jokes at them while clacking away at the register, picking up items from the counter with an exaggerated sweep of her arm. When there were no customers, she chattered nonstop on the shop telephone, or cleaned the shelves and reorganised the already perfectly arranged items. Chatting or cleaning , cleaning or chatting. She looked like a child with an attention-deficit disorder.

And at one point he finds himself wondering what he has got involved in:

"Plotter, cross-eyed librarian, knitting-shop owner— what on earth were these three mismatched women doing together? And in this ridiculous shop, of all places, watched over by Papa Smurf and Winnie-the-Pooh and all the Teletubbies?"

Kim is very effective at creating these memorable characters, although one criticism would be that he doesn't always follow through or suggest any deeper significance. For example, Old Raccoon runs his business out of a library:

"he found it hard to believe that this quiet place had headquartered a den of assassins for the last ninety years. He marvelled at the thought that all those deaths, all those assassinations and unexplained disappearances and faked accidents and imprisonments and kidnappings, had been decided and plotted right here in this building. Who’d chosen this place from which to orchestrate such abominable acts? It was madness. It would have made more sense to set up camp in the office of the National Dry Cleaners Union, or the office of the Organising Committee to Revitalise Poultry Farming."

And Old Raccoon has a one-book-in, one-book-out policy to stocking his shelves that very much reflects my own:

"Old Raccoon used to order new books regularly, but would throw out the same number just as regularly ... When their time came, Old Raccoon placed a black strip around the discards. It was his own special form of sentencing, a funeral procedure for books that had reached the end of their life. The same way ageing assassins were added to a list and eliminated by cleaners when their time came. Of course, a book’s life span was determined by Old Raccoon alone, and neither Reseng nor the librarians could understand why certain books had to be tossed. The books with black bands were gathered by the librarian and stacked in the courtyard to be burned on Sunday afternoons, the librarian’s day off. Old Raccoon could have sold them to a secondhand bookshop or even to a recycler, but he insisted on burning them."

Old Raccoon himself only read two of the books, alternating between an English and German encyclopedia, but, to his horror (as per the opening quote) Reseng teaches himself as a child to read, and becomes an avid bibliophile:

"The cabinet under the sink was stacked with instant noodle cups, and next to his pillow and on the table were the books that he’d either brought with him from Seoul or bought at the local bookshop : Albert Camus’ Summer and The Plague, Italo Calvino’s The Baron in the Trees, Martin Monestier’s Suicides, Andrew Solomon’s The Noonday Demon."

which is all wonderful colour - but doesn't then seem of any great significance in the later plot or character development.

Nevertheless, an atmospheric and enjoyable read, rather too quirky to count as noir.

As for a rating - a tricky one. For personal appreciation, given my literary tastes, 3 stars but as a recommendation for other, particularly those seeking an alternative to Stieg Larrson clones, a solid 4.

Thanks to the publisher's via Netgalley for the ARC.