The novel is written in close third person, following Lin Yiming's perspective. The prose is atmospheric, cinematic, and precise—reflecting Lin's training as a photographer. Sentences are visual: "The streets of the French Concession were drowning in twilight." "The gramophone needle caught in the groove, repeating the same three notes like a heartbeat that refused to stop."
The tone shifts with the era: the glittering noir of 1935 Shanghai gives way to the stark horror of the occupation, the weary grit of the civil war, and the bittersweet melancholy of the 1979 epilogue.