Impressive writing, very dense, and hard going because of it. If it hadn't been a book club selection, I would not have completed it. Helped me learn the value of scenes, dialogue and white space to spur the reader forward. ( )

I am a spy, a sleeper, a spook, a man of two faces. Perhaps not surprisingly, I am also a man of two minds.
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So begins the confession of an unnamed Captain, aide to a General who escaped Vietnam at the end of the war on the last plane to America as the communists rolled into Saigon. Was it the Vietnam war or the American war? It depends which country you come from. This duality plays a significant role in the book, someone who was a communist but played the part of the other side. A man who had a French father and a Vietnamese mother so never really fitted in and was constantly reminded that he was a bastard. As the story is told, duality is shown at every step of the way with 'passions running hot and food getting cold', innocence and guilt, the yin and yang of American politics - Black and White. White as a symbol of purity and innocence but also death and mourning.

. . . most of our fellow exiles had been shrunken by their experience, either absolutely through the aforementioned maladies of migration, or relatively, surrounded by Americans so tall they neither looked through or looked down on the newcomers. They simply looked over them.
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Imagine how tiring it must be to see both sides of everything but overall to hate your time in America and how you are treated, never able to let go of the old and completely embrace the new. The book was a searing inditement of Hollywood with Nguyen referring to it as the propaganda arm of the USA. Films about the war in Vietnam make the Americans look like the victors and seem to rewrite the history of that era when in fact America lost at great expense to the country.

Movies were America's way of softening up the rest of the world, Hollywood relentlessly assaulting the mental defenses of audiences with the hit, the smash, the spectacle, the blockbuster, and, yes, even the box office bomb.
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There is a section in the book where the Captain is called to be the adviser to a film that is being produced by someone known as the Auteur. I wondered if that was also what the narrator of the book was as well. In the film, the Vietnamese were overlooked, underpaid, given no speaking parts and generally unwanted. There is a rape scene in the film which the Captain knew was included but didn't see until he watched the whole film and it was as this point, if he didn't know it already, that his work with the film crew had been for nothing.

Not to own the means of production can lead to premature death, but not to own the means of representation is also a kind of death
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There then appears later in the book the rape of an agent that the Captain was forced to watch and which he had 'forgotten' about and not included in his confession. He did nothing to intervene and prevent it or stop it and this I think is meant to be symbolic of himself, the war and his country. You might be a double agent but what have you achieved?

In yoga we are constantly striving for the moment when 'duality ceases'. The moment when the pull of gravity can be experienced alongside the upward thrust of energy and you are at 'one' with it. And in the book, duality ceases after torture and torment when the Captain accepts himself and what he has done and at this point 'I' is used as a pronoun. Duality ceases.

At the end of the book they become 'boat people' but swear that they will live.

This is a challenging book that has to be read slowly to fully understand it. It attacks and defends identity, betrayal and loyalty in the context of war. And it is messy. ( )

Stunning book. The story is remarkable, the writing so visual and textural. I will read more by Viet Thanh Nguyen. ( )

By far the best new fiction I have read this year (2018) - for it's commentary on American culture, for it's complex view of the US war in Vietnam, which defined my youth ( )

I’m giving this one 3 stars . I cannot, in good conscience, give it less. Because if nothing else, it is exquisitely written.

That said:

Never mind that any male who ever reads this will have walked away having learned how to masturbate with a live squid, how to gang rape a women as a form of torture – and how to conduct countless other sorts of torture which said male readers probably never considered before reading this book.

I get that it was supposed to be disorienting to me – the educated, female, WESTERN reader. I get that it is a detailed fictional accounting for the Boat People and for an experience that we can never otherwise imagine (why would we want to?). I get that the narrator remains nameless because his story is really the story of all refugees.

But because I was expected to read from the outside perspective – I never managed to like this book the way I should – beautifully written as it is.

Would I recommend you read it? Maybe – if you want a detailed account of what exactly it’s like to masturbate with a live squid – or what it’s like to gang rape someone – or what it’s like to have your face burned off or what it’s like to be invisible.

Sound good? Give it a go. It's a bit difficult to read, but you might learn something.

Sound terrible? Just take my review and run far far away from here...
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