With sparse writing that packs a punch, EDINBURGH follows the life of a shy Korean-American boy from his teenage years being abused by the director of a choir, the death of a victim, and the ensuing guilt that consumes his life. Reading EDINBURGH hurt. And while I can't say it's a good kind of hurt, it pushed me into uncomfortable realms, pondering the line between justice, forgiveness, and morality. Is it still justice if it requires us to become monsters ourselves? Have we truly found peace if we feel solace in seeing others suffer? These questions have been on my mind ever since finishing EDINBURGH.