The boat in the title story of this remarkable collection is filled with Vietnamese refugees, 200 people squashed into a space meant for 15, going on two weeks at sea, racked by thirst and hunger and illness, their skin blistered by the unrelenting sun on deck, the quarters below awash in vomit and human waste. There is no medicine and little water for the ill; the dead, bundles of skin and bones, are thrown overboard into the shark-infested waters. After days on the boat, Mai, the teenage heroine of this story, realizes that she now understands why her father — who spent five years fighting the communists and two years in a re-education camp — tried to live on the surface, in the now of the moment, not looking backward or inside:
This story, like many in The Boat, catches people in moments of extremis, confronted by death or loss or terror (or all three) and forced to grapple at the most fundamental level with who they are and what they want or believe. Whether it’s the prospect of dying at sea or being shot by a drug kingpin or losing family members in a war, Nam Le’s people are individuals trapped in the crosshairs of fate, forced to choose whether they will react like deer caught in the headlights, or whether they will find a way to confront or disarm the situation.
The opening story of this volume, Love and Honor and Pity and Pride and Compassion and Sacrifice, and its singular masterpiece, features a narrator who shares a name and certain biographical details with the author. The other tales in this book, however, circumnavigate the globe, demonstrating Le’s astonishing ability to channel the experiences of a multitude of characters.
Le not only writes with an authority and poise rare even among longtime authors, but he also demonstrates an intuitive, gut-level ability to convey the psychological conflicts people experience when they find their own hopes and ambitions slamming up against familial expectations or the brute facts of history.
Love and Honor begins as a fairly conventional account of a young writer suffering from writer’s block and trying to cope with an unwanted visit from his father, who has flown in from Australia to see him.
He recounts how, as a child, his father caned him for deviating from a “daily 10-hour study timetable for the summer holidays.” And he recounts how he learned that his father, then 14, witnessed the massacre at My Lai, surviving in a ditch, buried under the body of his mother, who was machine-gunned down with dozens of others.
After My Lai, the narrator’s father was conscripted into the South Vietnamese army and fought alongside the US army: Asked how he could fight on the side of the Americans, after what he witnessed at My Lai, he replies: “I had nothing but hate in me, but I had enough for everyone.” After the fall of Saigon, he was sent to re-education camp, tortured, indoctrinated and starved. In 1979 he organized the family’s escape to Australia.
As for the narrator, he left home at 16, fell in love with a girl and experimented with crystal meth. Eventually, he returned home, went to college and law school and became a lawyer in Melbourne — a job he hated, knowing it gave his father pride. At 25, he announced that he was quitting and going to America to become a writer.
As this story unfolds, it becomes a meditation not just on fathers and sons, but also on the burdens of history and the sense of guilt and responsibility that survivors often bequeath to their children.
“Here is what I believe,” the narrator says. “We forgive any sacrifice by our parents, so long as it is not made in our name. To my father there was no other name — only mine, and he had named me after the homeland he had given up. His sacrifice was complete and compelled him to everything that happened. To all that, I was inadequate.”
Some of the narrator’s friends and teachers don’t understand why he doesn’t write more stories about Vietnam: “Ethnic literature’s hot,” a writing instructor glibly says. Another student, however, says: “I know I’m a bad person for saying this, but that’s why I don’t mind your work, Nam. Because you could just write about Vietnamese boat people all the time” but “instead, you choose to write about lesbian vampires and Colombian assassins and Hiroshima orphans — and New York painters with hemorrhoids.”
This, of course, is exactly what Le has done in this volume. Some of his attempts at ventriloquism can feel strained, but in most cases his sympathy for his characters and his ability to write with both lyricism and emotional urgency lend his portraits enormous visceral power.
Last week Joseph Nye, the well-known China scholar, wrote on the Australian Strategic Policy Institute’s website about how war over Taiwan might be averted. He noted that years ago he was on a team that met with then-president Chen Shui-bian (陳水扁), “whose previous ‘unofficial’ visit to the US had caused a crisis in which China fired missiles into the sea and the US deployed carriers off the coast of Taiwan.” Yes, that’s right, mighty Chen caused that crisis all by himself. Neither the US nor the People’s Republic of China (PRC) exercised any agency. Nye then nostalgically invoked the comical specter
Relations between Taiwan and the Czech Republic have flourished in recent years. However, not everyone is pleased about the growing friendship between the two countries. Last month, an incident involving a Chinese diplomat tailing the car of vice president-elect Hsiao Bi-khim (蕭美琴) in Prague, drew public attention to the People’s Republic of China’s (PRC) operations to undermine Taiwan overseas. The trip was not Hsiao’s first visit to the Central European country. It was meant to be low-key, a chance to meet with local academics and politicians, until her police escort noticed a car was tailing her through the Czech capital. The
April 15 to April 21 Yang Kui (楊逵) was horrified as he drove past trucks, oxcarts and trolleys loaded with coffins on his way to Tuntzechiao (屯子腳), which he heard had been completely destroyed. The friend he came to check on was safe, but most residents were suffering in the town hit the hardest by the 7.1-magnitude Hsinchu-Taichung Earthquake on April 21, 1935. It remains the deadliest in Taiwan’s recorded history, claiming around 3,300 lives and injuring nearly 12,000. The disaster completely flattened roughly 18,000 houses and damaged countless more. The social activist and
Over the course of former President Ma Ying-jeou’s (馬英九) 11-day trip to China that included a meeting with Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Xi Jinping (習近平) a surprising number of people commented that the former president was now “irrelevant.” Upon reflection, it became apparent that these comments were coming from pro-Taiwan, pan-green supporters and they were expressing what they hoped was the case, rather than the reality. Ma’s ideology is so pro-China (read: deep blue) and controversial that many in his own Chinese Nationalist Party (KMT) hope he retires quickly, or at least refrains from speaking on some subjects. Regardless