The Lover tells the story of the sexual relationship between the unnamed, 15-year-old White narrator and an older, wealthy Chinese man in 1920s French Indochina. The novel explores how the complex but highly unequal power dynamics between these two characters bring about the downfall of their affair. From the beginning of their involvement, the narrator and the Chinese man acknowledge that their relationship is inappropriate and attempt to hide it from others to evade social judgment and legal consequences. After all, the Chinese man is 12 years older than the child narrator, and although the narrator seems to consent to their sexual relationship, their power dynamic is inherently unequal from the start. Similarly, the Chinese man’s wealth encourages the narrator—who lives in poverty—to view the man in a positive light. The narrator notes, for one, that she never has to take public transportation once she becomes involved with the Chinese man, as he and his driver take her to and from school in a sleek limousine, a privilege that none of her schoolmates get to experience. Although the narrator does seem to care for the Chinese man, their dramatic class difference adds to the instability created by their age difference and prevents them from seeing and treating each other as equals.
The novel does portray their relationship as defying expectations given the power imbalance between them. For example, despite being very young, the narrator notably initiates their sexual relationship by commanding the man, who is reluctant at first, to “do as [he] usually [does] with women,” suggesting that she wields a certain degree of agency. Although the narrator reframes this affair as one in which she holds a nonnegligible amount of power, however, the novel never goes as far as to suggest that this relationship is to be upheld in any way. In fact, it ultimately portrays the unequal power dynamics between them as fatal for their relationship when the Chinese man’s father demands that the Chinese man end his relationship with the narrator. Because the Chinese man’s father can prevent the Chinese man from accessing their family’s fortune, the Chinese man follows his father’s wishes, though ending his relationship with the narrator saddens him deeply. In this way, the novel suggests that, even when a relationship is consensual and passionate, it cannot long survive a stark power imbalance.
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Agency, Consent, and Power Quotes in The Lover
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My ageing was very sudden. I saw it spread over my features one by one, changing the relationship between them, making the eyes larger, the expression sadder, the mouth more final, leaving giant creases in the forehead. But instead of being dismayed I watched this process with the same sort of interest I might have taken in the reading of a book.
No woman, no girl wore a man’s fedora in that colony then. No native woman, either. What must have happened is: I try it on just for fun, look at myself in the shopkeeper’s glass, and see that there, beneath the man’s hat, the thin awkward shape, the inadequacy of childhood, has turned into something else.
His own mother was dead, he was an only child. All he had left was his father, the one who owned the money. But you know how it is, for the last ten years he’s been sitting staring at the river, glued to his opium pipe, he manages his money from his little iron cot. She says she sees. He won’t let his son marry the little white whore from Sadec.
From the first moment she knows more or less, knows he’s at her mercy. […] And that her mother will know nothing of this, nor her brothers. She knows this now too. As soon as she got into the black car she knew: she’s excluded from her family for the first time and forever.
He says, How did you all manage? I say we lived out of doors, poverty had knocked down the walls of the family and we were all left outside, each one fending for himself. Shameless, that’s what we were. That’s how I came to be here with you.
He gives me my shower, washes me, rinses me, he adores that, he puts my make-up on and dresses me, he adores me. I’m the darling of his life. He lives in terror lest I meet another man. I’m never afraid of anything like that. He’s also afraid, not because I’m white, but because I’m so young, so young he could go to prison if we were found out.
He takes her as he would his own child. He’d take his own child the same way. He plays with his child’s body, turns it over, covers his face with it, his lips, his eyes. And she, she goes on abandoning herself in exactly the same way as he set when he started. Then suddenly it’s she who’s imploring, she doesn’t say what for, and he, he shouts for her to be quiet.



