Family of Fallen Leaves
Stories of Agent Orange by Vietnamese Writers
Publication Year: 2010
Published by: University of Georgia Press
One evening in April 1973 when it was announced that the last American combat troops had left Vietnam, I remember sitting on the porch of the farmhouse that my wife and I rented near Penn State University, where I had been hired to teach after returning from the war. Sitting next to me was Bui Ngoc Huong, who, after ...
We have titled this collection Family of Fallen Leaves to evoke the main themes found in all the narratives: family, the interconnectedness of all living things, and of course, defoliation. Despite these common threads, the narratives remain surprisingly varied, each adding some element all the more poignant for its unpredictability. ...
The editors would like to thank all the writers whose work has been translated here, as well as the many others whose assistance was integral to producing this book. We would also like to thank the Rockefeller Foundation and the William Joiner Center, whose support for this project helped get it off the ground. Finally, our deepest ...
Between August 10, 1961, and January 7, 1971, the United States military sprayed approximately 20 million gallons of chemical defoliants on roughly 6,000 square miles of Vietnam's jungles, croplands, and waterways, exposing millions of people to the defoliants' toxic byproduct, dioxin. Many of those sprayed directly were poor, rural ...
A Child, A Man
Late in the afternoon, Tu rode his bicycle home slowly, enjoying the golden light. With his three children gone to the countryside to live with their grandmother for the summer, Tu felt like a free man. He pushed the bicycle up the rear steps to the kitchen of his top-floor apartment, and when he heard his wife speaking with someone in ...
I took a new wife for my husband. Maybe the strangest thing ever to happen at Yen Ha village, I chose my good friend to be the bride, a woman who had passed the age for marriage but for a long time had desired a child and wanted a husband. Besides making the match, I helped my husband's sister ...
The Goat Horn Bell
It took more than half their lives just to meet each other again. Perhaps it was not uncommon. After a twenty-one gun salute, thousands of husbands and wives reunited after decades of separation. Husband in the North, wife in the South, husband in an American prison and wife waiting somewhere outside, from in the jungles and under the ...
was researching an essay about Tet for a magazine when my Aunt Thao came to see me. With her eyes swollen and face pale, it seemed like she'd been up all night. "What's wrong, Auntie? How are Duyen and Mung?" Aunt Thao covered her face with her hands and wept. "I don't know what to do. You have to help me." ...
One year after the Liberation of the South, Cuong finally returned to his village from military service. A year was a long time for his family to wait, even for everyone in the village, but what they did not know was that Cuong had spent that year in a military hospital. On the very last day of the war, as Cuong and his unit marched to ...
The Story of a Family
The staff at the hospital all said Khang was a man deeply in love with his wife. Everyone was impressed with how he cared for Tra during her long, six-month recovery, and the female medical students in particular enjoyed telling the couple's romantic love story. He was a young man from Da Nang who had moved to the North in '66 ...
Shabby and strange in strength and appearance, more than anything else Thay* Phung looked like a hollow peanut shell. His small frame measured less than five feet and under ninety pounds. Worse still, he often wore a broad-brimmed conical hat pulled down low on his overly large head, and his short legs splayed like a Chinese eight: ...
The news of Thinh's death from the Americans' toxic chemical poisoning, delivered by phone by the old h15 guys, knocked K'sor H'Guonl for a loop. For many years H'Guonl had kept living because of her love for Thinh. Now that he was dead, she dreamed of him every night. She dreamt that Thinh was holding her, and just as her lips ...
The Spirit Pond
The girl who helped with my cooking and cleaning looked anxious when she opened the gate and said hello. "Maybe something serious has happened with your family," she said. "Your uncle has phoned so many times, and he just called again. He said if I saw you come home from work to tell you you"ve got to go out there as soon as ...
A Father and His Children
As a reporter for a newspaper in Nam Dinh Province, I was sent to visit Tran Van Ngo's family at seventh hamlet, Quang Minh Commune, to gather materials for a survey on the poor condition of veterans and their families who suffered illnesses caused by the war. Mr. Ngo came back from the war thirty years ago. Nineteen years ...
The Blood of Leaves
His pinched voice sounded like it came from hell. Surprised, I looked around, but there was only me and Huan in the bar. We sat on the low stools toward the back, near the rattan wall. He looked at me through a glass of coffee, one of the green ferns that hung from every rafter in the ceiling swaying above him. I laughed. "Someone like you could live through ...
The Quiet Poplar
Any time the stress of the office got to be too much, Bich Tra would turn to her window on the eighth floor to gaze down at the city below. Whether mist enshrouded dawn or late afternoon sun, she always found something within her view to impress her; the streets, trees, and river reminding her of beautiful paintings. Each set of roofs ...
Le Cao Dai and the Agent Orange Sufferers
A graduate of the Viet Nam Medical University operating in the jungle from 1947 to 1953 during the war of resistance against France, Le Cao Dai helped to establish Military Hospital 211 in the Central Highlands during the American War, serving as its first director from 1964 to 1969. He lived and worked in the A Sau and A Luoi ...
Page Count: 164
Publication Year: 2010
OCLC Number: 700039748
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