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  1. Zanna Zanna says:

    We might look at it this way one of the areas of life from which female voices are sorely absent is the war front There are relatively few soldierly memoirs fictionalised or otherwise by women Duong Thu Huong fought in the war she describes yet she chooses to take the perspective of a man uan who is living in the blur of transitions from young to middle aged from idealism to disillusionment through the dark tunnel of a long grinding conflictInitially I was disappointed by her decision but very uickly I realised that I was wrong to be since she brings to uan's perspective a focus that runs counter to the notions of masculinity particularly as imagined through military conflict in my culture emphasising the web of personal deeply felt connections with family friends old and new in his sorrow stained world his deep capacity for empathy and his susceptibility to communion with the landscape and reflection on emotional relationships interpersonal and between people and land nation and political movements The result is a moody moving curiously light novel in which constant sorrow like tirelessly falling rain is balanced by the warmth of friendship and sensuousness If you hate war literature perhaps try this anywayWhat made me feel a sustaining comfort in reading this was that the relationships between soldiers everywhere is one of deep trust how important this is When uan is lost in a wooded valley a dead man's spirit calls to him knowing he can help; the spirit trusts him and he can be trusted When he almost dies of starvation and heatstroke a child is able to revive him with produce from the land; young rice porridge honey tea made from the same herbs the soldiers use for camouflage The land is on the side of its childrenBien uan's old friend mad in a pile of filth is healed and sane the moment his friend comes for him uan returns to his home village He remembers his mother with love has none for his father Yet he draws strength from deep roots in community Gifts speak kindly Age is counted from conception 'the first year in the belly' Roots uan dreams often of his village another life 'no one can step in two streams at once' the war is 'indescribably beautiful' so that he fears he will not know how to live in peace And I trust himuan is so pleasant gently kind caring humane A fellow soldier Hung is his psychopathic alter ego uan understands him fears him recognises in Hung's lack of it what makes him who he is the love of others and for others Many of his duties are pleasant for wherever he goes he takes pleasure in people and in helping them and he remains inexhaustibly sensitive to beauty and emotion He laments loss and death with genuine grief mourning men and their talents feeling the anguish of mothers and fathers and sweethearts; no violence is numbly witnessed here every blow and cut and pang raises a response a wound uan's talent is clear; he is a poet even if he writes no versesThis is a novel of such warmth it makes murder unthinkable War is an outrage against a spirit like uan's yet bitterly he goes on dreaming layers of his own past warming to joy in sweet sunlight and in the pleasures of food and talk and memoryOne late dream visitation is an unknown ancestor who weeps for him has an enigmatic message that uan rejects in irritation and confusion This encounter coincides with uans disillusionment at the hands of a younger soldier the most significant development in his character In the light of this the 'wraith's' comment about 'triumphal arches' takes on a new meaning I think uan mixes up his ancestor's urging with the Party's mythology; both seem to be trying to extract life and effort from the people in the name of worthless illusory glory But when the image of the Party shatters uan will have to find a new meaning for the words and tears of the ghost what triumph can he and his comrades really reach? What arching legacy would he bestow given the choice? It's his coming to maturity that makes this uestion urgent yet leaves it openThe text's meandering cycling flat structure mirrors the monotony of the long conflict There are no climaxes; even the fabular omen of the lynx brings undramatised suffering and death Hardship and grief are as much the substance of daily life as rice and shrimp sauce uan's dreams offer a shift in tone to high flown and emotive language but the tedium of attritional conflict evoked by uan's plodding uests is not reflected in readerly boredom As uan labours through landscapes of irresistable soul nourishing though often melancholic beauty so the reader is led along a channel of sweetness and sadness that compels empathy attention hunger for the next day the next journey the next dream As uan finds the strength to live I grew stronger myself I found his relationships crowding into my heart Every interaction had I felt an ease and tenderness totally absent in my culture from all but the tightest sibling bonds If my people are to make ourselves whole I thought we must learn to speak to each other like this Perhaps it's just me My brother knows how I have been thinking critically about the violence in the language of book reviews and the synopsis of this edition here is a case in point I was not pierced or shattered by this book rather I was embraced by it engulfed if you must but gently a sister grasped my hand while she told me a necessary tale in her kind sorrow roughened voice She helped me to see and hear what I had lived blind and deaf to and I thank her and wish her peace


  2. Aubrey Aubrey says:

    Lovesick doves cooed all day in the bamboo Grasshoppers flew in the grass on the edge of the dikes Women laughed teasing and chasing one another rolling in the rice fields They made us laughThere was once a kite that dipped and swayed in the blue of the sky our dreams reeling in the same spaceAnd there is the earth this mud where the flesh rots where eyes decompose These arms these legs that crunch in the jaws of the boars The souls ulcerated and foul from killing the bodies so starved for tenderness that they haunt stables in search of pleasure There is this gangrene that eats at the heart This is the first book I've read that is wholly concerned with the Vietnam War It was likely simple procrastination that birthed the mission to have my first literature experience set in complete opposition to the mythos of the US the endless me me me of protests and veterans and yet another tale of isolated invaders making a far away country their Agent Orange playground of honored atrocity People suffered yes people died yes but these people could escape Those who feel I'm belittling look at the wealth of white gaze narratives and monuments and politics on one end Then make your way over Orangutans are almost human There's no tastier flesh One the author was a Việt cộng before whom the United States fell to its knees Two the author is a woman one of three survivors of forty after setting off at twenty years of age and the first scene is of female bodies with the remains of breasts and genitals strewn around their worm ridden corpses Three none of this matters but such a rare perspective does deserve our full attention It's like dreaming That's what it's like when you plunge into a forest You can call and scream all you like; no one can hear you Bear in mind that this is the story of a winner Bear in mind at all times that this is the story of a soldier whose hope has bred with their despair for far too long Always remember that this is just one of the usual youths plumped up by the idealogues for the slaughter for whom it took ten years of mishaps of death and decay on a nightmare landscape to reach the nickname of 'Chief' and the insanity to show for it Fighting and dying; two acts the same indescribable beauty of the warSuddenly I remembered my mother's savage heartrending cry her face bathed in sweat the horrible spasm that had disfigured her and then on that same horribly twisted face the radiance of the smile born with a child's cry when she saw his tiny red legs beat the airBarbaric beauty of life of creation It had slipped away dissolved in the myriad memories of childhoodI was seized with terror No one can bathe in two different streams at the same time Me my friends we had lived this war for too long steeped ourselves for too long in the beauty of all its moments of fire and blood Would it still be possible one day for us to go back to rediscover our roots the beauty of creation the rapture of a peaceful life? Fortunately for us there is a mercy the soul of someone utterly sick with blood spilled for an ideal and so we don't mind being enmeshed in the memorial swamp of this gook as much Or perhaps we do for we don't want to hear of forbearance of raping out of concern for the eventual danger of pregnant labor we don't want to know about what horrors of flora and fauna will be birthed out of a healthy sprinkling of mortar and military grade herbicide we don't want to see the blonde haired blue eyed as an unnatural invader after all this respect and courage and love of the other side a side with its own measure of brave people and unfeeling corruption You don't need Communism for an all but are you sure? Soylent Green extraction of the many by the few You just need humanity greed their inherent love for lies all of them ubiuitous all of them wherever you may lay your weary head Everything we've paid for with our blood belongs to the peopleKha just laughed Ah but do the people really exist?You see the people they do exist from time to time but they're only a shadow When they need rice the people are the buffalo that pulls the plow When they need soldiers they cover the people with armor put guns in the people's hands When all is said and done at the festivals when it comes time for the banuets they put the people on an alter and feed them incense and ashes But the real food that's always for them We haven't even touched upon the redemption and the fever craze the insipidness of mortal circumstances and the graveyard leech of military success the postcolonial inheritance of cannibal ideals and the retributional maw of time what happens when everything is said and done and the pieces expect to be picked up But you can find out for yourself Revolution like love blooms and then withers But revolution rots much faster than love 'comrade'


  3. J.M. Hushour J.M. Hushour says:

    If ifLike all war novels Duong's Novel is both horrifying and weirdly moving just as they should be War is awful in and of itself but its effects on the people involved even if not in combat but especially those is worse because they linger long after the battles have been foughtIn uan's case he's been fighting for ten years the novel seems to take place in the final year of the American phase of the war 1975 seen lots of friends die but still keeps pushing on Sent by one childhood friend now an officer to help another childhood friend feigning insanity or is he? uan wanders across North Vietnam and then some returning to his home village on leave and wandering through his own memories of what was and what was lostBeautifully written and completely lacking any narrative backbone read plot save for sorrowful tangents here and there it's mostly the story of war's splinters that you can't pry out no matter how hard you try


  4. Jimmy Jimmy says:

    I don't think I've ever read a war novel other than The Red Badge of Courage and that was only because it was reuired reading for school It simply does not interest me But here I thought I'd give this one a chance since it was written by a Vietnamese woman ie not your typical war novel writer“All Hoang had left was one arm one leg and a diary filled with gilded dreams I remember ripping the Communist Party newspaper into shreds and throwing them into a stream I never told anyone of course It was then that I realized that lies are common currency among men and that the most virtuous are those who have no scruples about resorting to them Since then I've stopped reading newspapers let alone bulletins from the front I understood how those who didn't know this still felt joy just as I understand their lust for victories their fervor for drawing lines between true and false Blindness gave them such extraordinary energy”When we join uan the narrator he's already a broken man already seen way too much He's already telling his men things they want to hear while knowing in his heart the dark truth From there the novel is a series of hazy episodes not novelistic at all in that there was no story arc but this I found to be a strength There was none of that fake structure placed on it to suggest any kind of closure is even possibleAt first I was not sure what to make of the title Novel Without a Name But then I realized that a name is an attachment Once you name something a pet a baby a vehicle you start to get attached Perhaps the name of this novel without a name is just that–an attempt to not be human An attempt to distance oneself from the emotions that we would otherwise feel if we were human An attempt to not hurt This was a good book Don't let the mediocre star rating fool you I enjoyed it than I think I could have enjoyed any war novel


  5. Nick Nick says:

    The war for national unification one hesitates to call it liberation since the bulk of the novel takes place after the Americans have withdrawn narrated by a Northern veteran uan having enlisted as a patriotic eighteen year old reflects on the changes that ten years of war and violence has inflicted on his country and his life He finds many of the same issues that the American soldiers experienced during their service and after their return a self serving command structure blinded by ideology post traumatic stress friendly fire and most devastating of all loss of faith Sent on a mission to his village a family shattered a loved one beyond estrangement But this is uan's own country so survival does not lead to escape and winning is not triumphant even as it drives toward victory the North deploys a lonely woman whose only job is to gather the corpses of its soldiers and a brigade for the sole task of making coffins The prose of Duong Thu Huong the justly celebrated Vietnamese novelist is at least in this translation spare and unsentimental as befits a soldier who is moving to borrow the title of one of her other novels beyond illusions And yet there are moments where the prose for all its devastating clarity pierces 'Don't breathe a word to anyone These days relatives spy against relatives like jackals Even their faces have changed These aren't human faces any' uan is told Later he tells one of his soldiers 'I am afraid there is going to come a time when no one will want to say anything to anyone any' And Later in life I learned that all the petty treacheries and crimes between people happen like that seeping into relationships as easily as rain passes through straw It is one thing for a writer to take up her country's pride in its struggle but only the greatest can show it as a nightmare that pushes a decent person uan to the edge of what is human But not beyond


  6. Andrew Andrew says:

    Why I think this might be the finest piece of Vietnam War fiction I've ever read even better than the fine accounts given by Tim O'Brien and Bao Ninh and a ready rival to that of Denis JohnsonMost American art tends to describe the Vietnam War in gruff plainspeak The Things They Carried The Deer Hunter or fractured psychedelia Apocalypse Now Full Metal Jacket Tree of Smoke Vietnamese writers take a different tack altogether Vietnam might have been the war that signaled the end of America's age of innocence but it was the war that defined the very existence of the Vietnamese nation For an entire nation to be colonized cut in half along Cold War lines and then bathed in blood for two decades well that does things to a cultureuan the protagonist is honest and cynical and deathly afraid and wandering the ravaged hills of Vietnam trying to reconcile the lyrical village world of his childhood with the world he inhabits And unlike the Americans for him there is not even the hope of an escape route


  7. Sentimental Surrealist Sentimental Surrealist says:

    We've all I'm sure seen plenty of anti Vietnam movies Apocalypse Now Platoon Full Metal Jacket The Deer Hunter But how many of us have experienced a piece of art that told Vietnam's story from the Vietnamese perspective? Duong Thu Huong seeks to give the country a voice with this novel and oh does she succeed in the most horrifying way imaginableThis novel is often compared with All uiet on the Western Front and like that novel this is a largely unstructured and plotless novel to fit alongside the idea of war as a dull grueling thing It isn't even divided into chapters preferring instead to take the form of several brief episodes ranging in length from a few paragraphs to a few pages Throughout these episodes emphasis is placed on the complete debasement and loss of innocence the war has wreaked on those who fight it Much is made throughout the novel of fighting the war for the sake of glory but there isn't much glory to be found hereSo that's one reason for me to love this novel I hate the idea of war and can only think of three even remotely justifiable wars America has participated in World War II is obvious and I see both the American Revolution and the Civil War as inevitable; even then I'm convinced America committed a few crimes over the course of the Second World War the atomic bomb springs to mind that don't fully bear out our reputation as the glorious heroes of that war What pushes this novel up to the top for me besides it matching with my own beliefs and several beautiful passages On the banks the lush green foliage gently rippled The paddles lapped monotonously at the water in cadence is the treatment of the characters With the minimal physical description they're offered and the emphasis on their past they seem to appear and disappear like ghosts resulting in several fascinating exchanges about ideology and the nature of war Check this out


  8. Quân Khuê Quân Khuê says:

    Second reading Still think this is a good novel


  9. Windy hapsari Windy hapsari says:

    i cant say this is my review its like my comment this book is my favourite book about the vietnam war about how the vietnamnesse face the war I read this book is like a thousand time but i never get bored I always have negative opinion about army or soldier but maybe in the war situation those soldier return to their main function to defend their country to be the savior


  10. Ronald Morton Ronald Morton says:

    How proud we were of our youth Ten years ago the day we left for the front I had never imagined this All we had wanted was to be able to sing songs of glory Who cared about mortars machine guns mines bayonets daggers? Anything was good for killing as long as it brought us glory We pulled the trigger we shot we hacked away intoxicated by hatred; we demanded euality with our hatred The primary events of this novel take place in the last year of the conflict between North and South Vietnam It’s important to distinguish that from the “Vietnam War” which is specific to the US intervention into the conflict a conflict which preceded our intervention by a great number of years and continued for another two years after the Paris Peace Accord was signed Further it is important to note that this novel is specifically and distinctly Vietnamese – with one brief exception – the Americans all Westerners are long gone by the events of this novel and are basically never mentioned even in the flashbacks In the West the Vietnam War remains a major touchpoint of the 20th century while here in the context of a decades long conflict that tore a country apart it’s not worth a mentionIn many ways this reads like a standard war narrative; setting aside some cultural specifics large passages of this novel could be read and interpreted to be about many other battles and wars There is a universality to the proceedings to the fears to the anguish to the long interminable grind of war that ties this into the long and storied tradition of the war novel And yet again it is deeply personal and specific to the Vietnamese perspective There is a long stretch where the protagonist travels across the country ruminating over his 10 years of war running into friends and acuaintances of his childhood and early war days and eventually returning home In this we are privy to the destruction and depravation – of infrastructure of families of philosophy of culture – that decades of war inflictsMore than anything though even with that focus on the high level destruction the book is intimately focused on the psychological impact of war of the constant assault on the psyche and the loss of youth and innocence – as a society and as an individual – that cannot be reclaimed Never We never forget anything never lose anything never exchange anything never undo what has been There is no way back to the source to the place where the pure clear water once gushed forth The river had out across the countryside the towns dragging refuse and mud in its wake


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Tiểu thuyết vô đề [Reading] ➾ Tiểu thuyết vô đề Author Dương Thu Hương – Centrumpowypadkowe.co.uk A piercing unforgettable tale of the horror and spiritual weariness of war Novel Without a Name will shatter every preconception Americans have about what happened in the jungles of Vietnam With Duong A piercing unforgettable tale of the horror and spiritual weariness of war Novel Without a Name will shatter every preconception Americans have about what happened in the jungles of Vietnam With Duong Thu Huong whose Paradise of the Blind was published to high critical acclaim in Vietnam has found a voice both lyrical and stark powerful enough to capture the conflict that Tiểu thuyết Kindle - left millions dead and spiritually destroyed her generation Banned in the author's native country for its scathing dissection of the day to day realities of life for the Vietnamese during the final years of the Vietnam War Novel Without a Name invites comparison with All uiet on the Western Front and other classic works of war fiction The war is seen through the eyes of uan a North Vietnamese bo doi soldier of the people who joined the army at eighteen full of idealism and love for the Communist party and its cause of national liberation But ten years later after leading his platoon through almost a decade of unimaginable horror and deprivation uan is disillusioned by his odyssey of loss and struggle Furloughed back to his village in search of a fellow soldier uan undertakes a harrowing solitary journey through the tortuous jungles of central Vietnam and his own unspeakable memories.