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Tiểu thuyết vô đề txt Tiểu thuyết vô đề, text ebook Tiểu thuyết vô đề, adobe reader Tiểu thuyết vô đề, chapter 2 Tiểu thuyết vô đề, Tiểu thuyết vô đề bd7100 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 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 Quiet On The Western Front And Other Classic Works Of War Fiction The War Is Seen Through The Eyes Of Quan, 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, Quan Is Disillusioned By His Odyssey Of Loss And Struggle Furloughed Back To His Village In Search Of A Fellow Soldier, Quan Undertakes A Harrowing, Solitary Journey Through The Tortuous Jungles Of Central Vietnam And His Own Unspeakable Memories

About the Author: Dương Thu Hương

D ng Thu H ng b 1947 is a Vietnamese author and political dissident Formerly a member of Vietnam s communist party, she was expelled from the party in 1989, and has been denied the right to travel abroad, and was temporarily imprisoned for her writings and outspoken criticism of corruption in the Vietnamese government.Born in 1947 in Thai Binh a province in northern Vietnam, D n

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    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 Vi t c ng, 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 war.Suddenly 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 childhood.I 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 ubiquitous, all of them wherever you may lay your weary head Everything we ve paid for with our blood belongs to the people Kha 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 banquets, 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

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    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, Quan, 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 conflict.Initially I was disappointed by her decision, but very quickly I realised that I was wrong to be, since she brings to Quan 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 anyway.What 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 Quan 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 children.Bien, Quan s old friend, mad in a pile of filth, is healed and sane the moment his friend comes for him Quan 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 Quan 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 himQuan is so pleasant, gently, kind, caring, humane A fellow soldier, Hung, is his psychopathic alter ego Quan 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 Quan s talent is clear he is a poet, even if he writes no verses.This is a novel of such warmth it makes murder unthinkable War is an outrage against a spirit like Quan 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 memory.One late dream visitation is an unknown ancestor who weeps for him, has an enigmatic message that Quan rejects in irritation and confusion This encounter coincides with Quans 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 Quan 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, Quan 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 question urgent, yet leaves it open.The 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 Quan s dreams offer a shift in tone to high flown and emotive language, but the tedium of attritional conflict evoked by Quan s plodding quests is not reflected in readerly boredom As Quan 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 Quan 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.

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    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 required 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, i.e 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 Quan, 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 possible.At 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.

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    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 Quan, 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 Quan 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, Quan 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, Quan, to the edge of what is human But not beyond.

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    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 imaginable.This novel is often compared with All Quiet 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 here.So 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.

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    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 Johnson.Most 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 culture.Quan, 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.

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    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.

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    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 equality 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 mention.In 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 acquaintances 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 inflicts.More 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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    RecommendedMost of the war novels I have read have been written from an American perspective The ability to explore a non American view of the Vietnam war was something I didn t want to pass up Reading Novel Without a Name was like walking through a dream The world the author crafted was so surreally beautiful, and yet undeniably haunting Many of the evocative images will stay with me the soldiers sleeping in coffins to avoid tigers for example Though described in lilting, lovely detail by Duong Thu Huong, the fact that death is still lurking for these soldiers in this time of vulnerability grounds the reader The appeal of this book for me was originally getting to read a new perspective on the Vietnam war This novel did this, but I was also stuck by the similarities that the author draws between the soldiers on both sides of the conflict there is a scene near the end of the book of an interrogation between the main character, Quan, and a South Vietnamese prisoner Quan and the reader are brought to an unsettling realization about the realities of war and the people who fight in it Overall, I thought the writing in this book was decidedly beautiful, and I appreciated the opportunity to experience reading a book that was different from other war novels I have, and yet, oddly reminiscent in terms of the themes and ideas that are presented I would recommend it.

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    Pretty harrowing stuff from start to finish The lyrical passages are pretty disorienting, the way they dovetail with all the brutality and disillusionment.

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