Instead of being the sleek, stainless steel machines Carver expected, the robots were cobbled together from what looked like two tin milkshakes, joined mouth-to-mouth, each milkshake sporting a pair of legs made from rubber hose. “What your father means is that we want you back home because we love you.”, “I am home, Mom. “But maybe not. Published in hardcover to astounding acclaim, The Refugees is the remarkable debut collection of short stories by Viet Thanh Nguyen, winner of the 2016 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for his novel The Sympathizer. This was why he hadn’t wanted to visit this country, a land of bad omens and misfortune so severe he wanted nothing more to do with it than fly over it. The woman must be a relative of one of the patients, or maybe a patient herself. But we are experimenting with the robot and mongoose here, too.”. “Not so well.” Carver was pleased someone cared enough to inquire. All she wanted from him was to stand guard outside the closed door, a fact she confirmed by calling out every few seconds, Daddy, are you there? While Claire escorted Michiko on a shopping expedition for local textiles, Carver was forced to entertain himself, a problem because he had already visited the sites he was supposed to, Wat Phnom and the Royal Palace, the Independence Monument and the National Museum, the Russian Market and the Central Market. Acne scars of white plaster were visible, the yellow paint of the walls having peeled away in a multitude of places. “You are so stubborn. The city was just a provincial town that had been destroyed in the course of the war and, from all reports, there had not been that much to see before its destruction. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Carver shouted. As curtains of rain swept over the road, he ordered a Hue from the same country. “They guard the site and look after the mongooses.”, The mongoose Tom fetched from one of the shacks was named Ricky, feline in size but with a more luxuriant coat of fur and the angular, wedge-shaped head of a mouse. She exhibited a confidence that pleased him as he watched her hail a taxi, give directions in Khmer to the English school, and greet the students clustered in the courtyard under the shade of flame trees. Tom and Jerry followed the mongoose as it scuttled over the terrain, Tom with a metal detector strapped to his back, Jerry with a quiver full of red flags. The book additionally won the Edgar Award for Best First Novel from an American Authorfr… “I am home, Mom. “I’m old but I’m not dead.”. She unsealed a bottle of water and poured him a cup, holding it to his lips with one hand while propping his head with the other. Legaspi had promised to pick them up in a white buffalo, and when Carver had asked him if he really meant a white buffalo, Legaspi had winked and said, “You’ll see.” The white buffalo turned out to be a white Toyota Land Cruiser speckled with measles of rust, its counter reading over 300,000 kilometres. “Don’t say that. Carver?” Carver immediately forgot their names after the introductions. . “That’s too much,” Carver said. “We use a mongoose because it is too light to trip a mine,” Legaspi said. It was the middle of the afternoon, but twilight had descended with the storm clouds. What she wanted to say, but wouldn’t, was that he should not be frightened. Better to be safe, Carver wanted to tell William, but he refrained. Almost everything looked more beautiful from a distance, the earth becoming ever more perfect as one ascended and came closer to seeing the world from God’s eyes, man’s hovels and palaces disappearing, the peaks and valleys of geography fading to become strokes of a paintbrush on a divine sphere. Carver watched Vanneth and Claire as the humanitarian jargon of cost efficiency, improvement of the land, moral obligation, employment of local technicians, and so on spooled forth. It is Nguyen's first published short story collection and his first book after winning the Pulitzer Prize for The Sympathizer. What spooked Carver about the detachable limbs were not just their mismatched color, but their hairlessness. “I might go back and finish my doctorate,” Vanneth said in response to a question from Michiko. “Viet Thanh Nguyen’s haunting and timely short story collection . The tonnage fell far behind his B-52 after its release, and so he had never seen his own payload explode or even drop, although he watched other planes of his squadron scattering their black seed into the wind, leaving him to imagine what he would later see on film, the bombs exploding, footfalls of an invisible giant stomping the earth. ©Peter D Noyce,/Alamy Stock Photo, Mr. Exen/Shutterstock. The realisation burned through the fog of dizziness and fear, delivering a feeling for his daughter so strong it pained him. “When I majored in women’s studies. Written by Viet Thanh Nguyen Recommended by Akhil Sharma V iet Thanh Nguyen writes funny. Carver drank his weak coffee at their sidewalk table, squatting on a plastic stool and watching Michiko spend five dollars buying postcards and lighters from four barefoot children, dark as dust, who bounded up the moment they sat down. And those are just the most recent ones to come to mind.”, “Oh, God, God, God.” Claire beat her fist on her forehead. No one asked him what he had dreamed, so he said no more. His new collection is The Refugees (Corsair), from which this story is … “It’ll be educational.”, “Angkor Wat was pretty educational.” Carver didn’t like being educated on his vacations. “A human team would take months to clear out this area,” said Legaspi. The dream he hadn’t recounted to Legaspi came back to him in his hospital room, where he floated on his back in a black stream, his face emerging every now and again to catch glimpses of his fellow patients in the three other beds, silver-haired, ageing men, tended by crowds of relatives who chattered loudly and carried bowls and other things wrapped in towels. That I’m being lectured to by a kid who thinks he’s going to save the world with a tin can robot? You always say that.”, “When I left Maine for school.” Claire held up three fingers of her right hand and slowly curled each one into her palm as she counted the times, ending up with a balled fist. When I told you I was going to Cambodia to teach. Her tears agonized Carver, making him feel guilty for delivering her into a world determined to put everybody in her proper place. . Carver turned to Michiko for support, but she was studying the ragged copse of palm trees at the far end of the model minefield. Everyone else was asleep and the portholes were closed. Claire watched with her arms crossed, face as impassive as it was when he spanked her in childhood, or shouted at her in teenage years when she repeatedly crossed whatever line he’d drawn. Now you’ve made me lose face with them.”, “Losing face?” Carver said. The Sympathizer won the 2016 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. Like a draught of horses, the two robots were harnessed side-by-side, braced front and back by iron rods. Now you’ve made me lose face with them.”, “Lose face?” Carver said. Carver hesitated. Although she empathized with vast masses of people she had never met, total strangers who regarded her as a stranger and who would kill her without hesitation given the chance, she did not extend such feeling to him. When he tripped on the body’s outstretched foot, a woman with short-cropped hair raised her head and snapped, “Troi oi, can than di!” To which Claire said, apologetically, “Xin loi, co!”. Astride a white horse in mid-canter sat Norodom, a bronze statue in a double-breasted western general’s uniform of the 19th century. Whispering drew his attention to the door, where a handful of the students had clustered. “That’s too much,” Carver said. Carver turned to Michiko for support, but she was studying the ragged copse of palm trees at the far end of the model minefield. He regarded it as fate that he had met Michiko at a jazz bar in Roppongi, she a teenage waitress and he a decade older, on R & R from Okinawa, wowed by the sight of Japanese musicians sporting porkpie hats and soul patches. The big ideas that are shaping our world— straight to your inbox. “How about a picture?” Legaspi proposed. Legaspi’s optimism and serenity irked Carver, as did the poor fit between Legaspi’s Asian appearance and his surname, bestowed on him by his adoptive parents. It looks like you are a Prospect subscriber. “You said the Department of Defence was funding your adviser’s research at MIT. What remained was an atrocity museum in the city and the killing fields outside the city, but since he didn’t feel like being knee-capped by other people’s pain, he passed the time sitting at a bar’s sidewalk patio and watching local boys play soccer on the sandy square in front of the museum’s red walls. Click here for instructions on how to enable JavaScript in your browser. “You could bulldoze, but that tears up the topsoil and ruins it for farming. Except for his bronze skin, he resembled the college students at Bowdoin who Carver spotted loitering on the sidewalks whenever he drove to town. By that evening, fever had seized Carver. The look in Legaspi’s eyes was hesitant, afraid, weak, that of someone not ready to face bare-knuckled reality, the clenched iron fist of power. If you do not know your login details, simply close this pop-up and click 'Login' on the black bar at the top of the screen, then click 'Forgotten password? And those are just the most recent ones to come to mind.”, Photo: LAY GILLILAND/WIKI MEDIA COMMONS, GALYNA ANDRUSHKO/SHUTTERSTOCK, “Oh, God, God, God.” Claire beat her fist on her forehead. Thank you for your support of Prospect and we hope that you enjoy everything the site has to offer. It sounds strange, I don’t know how to put it, but I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be. “They don’t know what to make of us?” Michiko said. The Sympathizer further won the Center for Fiction First Novel Prize, the Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Fiction from the American Library Association, and the Asian/Pacific American Award for Literature in Fiction from the Asian/Pacific American Librarians Association. When his vision returned, Carver saw the tiled floor as if from a very high altitude. But he was frightened, more so than he had ever expected. Introduction. You will be able to object to this processing on the next page and in all our communications. “You’re not paid enough to do that.”, “They really want to learn. Michiko was the one who wanted to see Vietnam, hearing from relatives who had toured there that it reminded them of Japan’s bucolic past, before General MacArthur wielded the postwar hand of reconstruction to daub western makeup on Japanese features. "The War Years", by Viet Thanh Nguyen (TriQuarterly Review). He was not going to die here. It was Vanneth who helped him to his feet and into the idling Landcruiser, Claire hovering over them with an umbrella. She was only twenty-six. Viet Thanh Nguyen 404D Taper Hall Department of English University of Southern California Los Angeles, CA 90089-0354 Email. “You’ll be okay. Claire was kneeling by his bedside in the dark room. December 5, 2020 But now retired, limping out of his sixties, he no longer knew what his goal should be. Upgrade to A + Download this LitChart! Viet Thanh Nguyen was born in Vietnam and raised in America. Prospect subscribers have full access to all the great content on our website, including our entire archive. Currently you have JavaScript disabled. Outrage and self-pity propelled his every step. Lionel Barber presents an authoritative institutional portrait of the Treasury and Cal Flyn makes the case for a different kind of climate writing. “The legs. “You’re an American.”, “That’s a problem I’m trying to correct.”. We coddled you so you wouldn’t have to worry about the things we worried about. “We all thought you just went to sit in the car, Jimmy,” she said. The Sympathizer is a New York Times best seller and won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.Other honors include the Dayton Literary Peace Prize, the Edgar Award for Best First Novel from the Mystery Writers of America, the Andrew Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Fiction from the … Better to be safe, Carver wanted to tell William, but he refrained. He regarded it as fate that he had met Michiko at a jazz bar in Roppongi, she a teenage waitress and he a decade older, on R&R from Okinawa, wowed by the sight of Japanese musicians sporting porkpie hats and soul patches. She smelled of strong soap and a citrus shampoo, with no hint of perfume to mask the tang of sweat. Why did you go walking by yourself?”, He shifted his weight on the mattress, where a lump of foam had worked its way under the small of his back. Copyright © 2017 by Viet Thanh Nguyen, extracted from “The Refugees,” published by Corsair, an imprint of Little, Brown Book Group. Two bombers of his wing had collided with each other over the South China Sea, the bodies of the crews lost forever, while another B-52 in his cell was transformed into a flaming cross as it fell in the night sky, tail clipped by a surface-to-air missile, the two survivors spending the next four years in the Hanoi Hilton. “Look! “They guard the site and look after the mongooses.”, The mongoose Tom fetched from one of the shacks was named Ricky, feline in size but with a more luxuriant coat of fur and the angular, wedge-shaped head of a mouse. “How much longer are you planning to stay?”. All of the sights, sounds, and smells depressed Carver, along with Claire’s and Michiko’s silent treatment of him, unrelenting since yesterday. The taller one’s prosthetic arm was joined with the human part at the elbow, while the other’s prosthetic leg extended to mid-thigh. “Not people crawling on their knees digging out mines by hand.”, “Won’t this robot put those people out of work?”, “That is not the kind of work people should do,” Vanneth said. “The world is not a pure place.”, “All I’m saying is not to underestimate the military-industrial complex.”, “Look.” Vanneth pointed. What spooked Carver about the detachable limbs was not just their mismatched colour, but their hairlessness. The thousands? You’ve had a bad fever. Carver had said the same thing as she stood outside the bathroom, but she insisted on doing her business by herself. “It’s the pneumonia.”. He stumbled across the dark bathroom’s threshold, closed the door behind him, and rested his forehead against the wall, the toilet’s ammoniac scent nearly causing him to retch. “But maybe not. He was not going to die here. “Look at this place.” Claire deliberately swept her gaze over her classroom. She kicked aside a bamboo mat on the floor and manoeuvred him down the narrow passage between his bed and his neighbour’s. The Refugees (2017) by Viet Thanh Nguyen is a collection of eight short stories that follow many Vietnamese refugees, most of them having fled from the Communist regime during the Vietnam war. “Truck driving is honorable.”. Literary, translation, and film rights are handled by Nat Sobel at … He had refused to go until Michiko compromised, proposing Thailand’s beaches and temples as the postscript to a brief Cambodian sojourn. He drank too eagerly and water dribbled over his lip and onto his gown. She kicked aside a bamboo mat on the floor and maneuvered him down the narrow passage between his bed and his neighbor’s. Still pondering how his daughter had chosen a do-gooder like Vanneth, Carver had nothing to say about statues, human or divine. Prospect may process your personal information for our legitimate business purposes, to provide you with our newsletter, subscription offers and other relevant information. “I’m a truck driver.”, “Truck driving is good,” Carver said. Above the relentless hammering of the rain, a high-pitched woman’s voice whined in accompaniment with what sounded like a xylophone, the music pregnant with sorrow, although perhaps it was only Carver who heard a lamentation where there was none. If it did, the help it offered was to the enemy. Vanneth started driving towards the blacktop. Tom and Jerry followed the mongoose as it scuttled over the terrain, Tom with a metal detector strapped to his back, Jerry with a quiver full of red flags. After their sales, the quartet retreated a few feet and stood with their backs to a row of parked motorbikes, giggling and staring. “Not people crawling on their knees digging out mines by hand.”, “Won’t this robot put those people out of work?”, “That is not the kind of work people should do,” Legaspi said. You will be able to opt-out of further contact on the next page and in all our communications. When Claire gestured at Carver and Michiko and said something in Khmer, the students greeted them in pitch-perfect English. But he was frightened, more so than he had ever expected to be. That new world of crimson and gold receded even further when the lady who ran the market next to the bar turned up the volume of her radio. He walked out of the store then, leaving her there, and he had no choice but to walk away now. Viet Thanh Nguyen is the author of Race and Resistance: Literature and Politics in Asian America. “So what are you still testing?” said Carver. “All the doughnuts and four-wheel drives you can buy.”. King and stallion were frozen atop a pedestal, shaded by a cupola with a golden roof tiered like a gigantic wedding cake, tapering to a spire aimed skywards. Nguyen’s first novel, The Sympathizer, won the 2016 Pulitzer Prize for fiction. I have a Cambodian soul.”. You always say that.”, “When I left Maine for school.” Claire held up three fingers of her right hand and slowly curled each one into her palm as she counted the times, ending up with a balled fist. “How did you sleep, Mr. With the high beams in his eyes, blinding him, he made another misstep, this time with his left foot, the toe coming down straight into the mud, the leg locking at the knee and his body pitching forward into the path of the car. It sounds strange, I don’t know how to put it, but I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be. “They lost them playing with cluster bomblets when they were kids,” Vanneth explained. He wanted to find the culprit who had hurt his daughter and beat some sense into the kid’s head, but he restrained himself, as he had whenever he encountered the look in people’s eyes that said What are you doing here? The blue disc is the impediment sensor, and when it tells the robots something is blocking the way, the robots steer Ricky away from the obstacle. “Enough, you two,” Michiko said. “Dad, are you crying?”. Smiling at your relatives never got you very far, but smiling at strangers and acquaintances sometimes did. “Enough, you two,” Michiko said. Michiko and Claire sat in the backseat, Carver in the front. Watching the water flooding through the gutters, Carver longed for his clapboard cottage on the shore of Basin Cove, autumn waving its metamorphosing wand over the forest’s greenery. Above the relentless hammering of the rain, a woman’s high-pitched voice whined in accompaniment with what sounded like a xylophone, the music pregnant with sorrow, although perhaps it was only Carver who heard a lamentation where there was none. “And the mongoose.”, “How about the day after tomorrow?” Legaspi said. He had never explained to Claire the difficulty of precision bombing, aiming from forty thousand feet at targets the size of football fields, like dropping golf balls into a coffee cup from the roof of a house. I have a Vietnamese soul.”. Then the Pentagon will send it into a tunnel where a terrorist is hiding.”, “That’s the kind of work you would do, Dad. Even if people could afford this place, there’d be an entire family in here.”, “You’re not a native,” Carver said. The light and focus in Claire’s eyes as she watched Vanneth was the same in Michiko’s when Carver told her on their first date about driving from State College to New York City to catch Thelonious Monk at the Five Spot Café on St. Mark’s Place, where he stood close enough to see the yellow half-moons of Monk’s cuticles against white ivory. “Dad?” Claire knocked on the door. Outrage and self-pity propelled his every step. The ribbon of earthen road was now the texture of peanut butter, and he sank millimetre by millimetre into its stickiness as the monsoon’s onslaught continued. A plodding new biography paints the Prime Minister as a victim, and ducks any serious... A debut novelist brings 1980s Glasgow to life—and wins the Booker. For her sake, he took his place obediently between his wife and daughter, who themselves were flanked by two grey stone mandarins, goateed and with swords on their shoulders. He was going to argue as she scrubbed at the mud around his ears, but then he realized Michiko was right. Only Vanneth was solicitous, playing “Giant Steps” on the stereo, undoubtedly informed by Claire of her father’s love for bebop, the way the music flowed directly from his ear canal into his bloodstream. “We’re a mixed bag.”. For review copies or bookstore events, contact publicity@groveatlantic.com for The Sympathizer or The Refugees and Margaux Leonard of Harvard University Press for Nothing Ever Dies. “I can go in with you,” Claire said. What am I bitter about? In order to post comments, please make sure JavaScript and Cookies are enabled, and reload the page. “People are always a little cranky without their coffee, aren’t they?”. They were shorter even than Michiko and Claire, and Carver assumed they were life-size from the time of this emperor whose name he suddenly could not recall as Legaspi aimed the camera. Now his mind was only shooting thoughts through one or two barrels. “We’re a mixed bag.”. They reached the demining site ten minutes later, half a kilometer off the main blacktopped road, down an earthen track to a stilt house and a trio of shacks on the edge of a barren acre fenced with barbed wire. Posted on August 9, 2010    “Bad dreams?” Carver!” Carver smiled at them and waved back. Created by the original team behind SparkNotes, LitCharts are the world's best literature guides. When he tripped on the body’s outstretched foot, a woman with short-cropped hair raised her head and snapped: “I’m not crying,” he said, but he was. REGISTER NOW Underneath was written “my bicycle was stolen” and “mistakes were made.”. Legaspi had returned to steering Ricky, while Claire had her arms folded across her chest, daring him to walk away, exactly as he dared her when she was six, clamouring for a blonde Barbie doll in a toy store. After an extensive nominating process, the board chooses the winners from a list of finalists in each category and may additionally give a… (read more), Viet Thanh Nguyen gives a keynote speech at the “Transcendients Community Celebration: Challenging Borders” for the Japanese American Nation Museum The Transcendients Community Celebration: Challenging Borders, a free one-day event, kicks off on Saturday, March 7 from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m., at the Japanese American National Museum. Rain glued his clothing to his body, water sluicing down the back of his collar and soaking into his hiking boots. Recalling a lesson from the couples therapy Michiko had persuaded him to attend, Carver counted down from 10. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Carver shouted. “Dad,” Claire said. As the Landcruiser pulled up, two teenage boys leapt from hammocks strung under the house from the stilts. Whenever Ricky stopped and stood up on his hind legs, Tom stepped in with the metal detector to confirm the landmine’s existence, Jerry marking it with a red flag. You can sit here and cry your eyes out, young lady. Viet Thanh Nguyen, who arrived in America as a Vietnamese child refugee in 1975, is an academic who has written on the cultural depictions of the Vietnam War. “Just restless. Becoming stupider was a consequence of age for which he was unprepared. It’s very difficult to mimic the locomotion of human or animal legs, especially over rough terrain. That new world of crimson and gold receded even further when the lady who ran the market next to the bar turned up the volume of her radio. “You’re not paid enough to do that.”, “They really want to learn. “Why do I ever think things will be different with you?”, “For Chrissakes,” Carver muttered. With age was supposed to come wisdom, but he wasn’t certain what wisdom felt like, whereas intelligence he knew to be a constant firing of the synapses, the brain a six-barreled Gatling gun of activity. It’s a figure of speech. Why exactly do you think the DOD is interested in these robots?”, “We must take the money where we find it.” Vanneth shrugged. In a short time, Viet Thanh Nguyen has encircled the American literary consciousness: first with his mind-bending 2015 novel “The Sympathizer,” then last … But Claire had brought him back to this red earth, and he wasn’t about to run to her for help, even if he could. He hated taking pictures, but Michiko loved commemorating every occasion, important or trivial. Before they embarked on their tour through the imperial tombs this morning, for example, Legaspi had attempted to sympathise with Carver by mentioning how his own father was forced to walk with a cane. But now retired, limping out of his sixties, he no longer knew what his goal should be. Jerry carried out a pair of robots from another shack. “I think we’ve had just about enough family time together, don’t you?”. Not so many years later, when Claire was walking but barely potty-trained, and still sleeping in their bed, she would wake up, slip off the edge and land on his chest, and when he opened one eye, demand to be taken to the bathroom. He hung onto Claire even more tightly as she clutched him around his waist, navigating him past the first body and around another at the foot of a bed by the door. Claire was the right size for him to lean on, her head rising a bit over his shoulder, his arm draping comfortably over her back. The ghostwriter’s mother understands how their stories become a part of their cultural inheritance. The back of his linen shirt was stained with sweat, the air humid even though the sky was grey and overcast. You just need some rest.”, What she wanted to say, but wouldn’t, was that he should not be frightened. “We all thought you just went to sit in the car, Jimmy,” she said. By the time the monsoon arrived in the afternoon, he had drunk San Miguel and Tiger from the Philippines, Singha from Thailand, Angkor from Cambodia, and a 333 from Viet Nam, insipid as it was nearly forty years ago. “The foreigners and the NGOs and the UN love the Land Cruiser.”, “Donor money,” Carver said. It was true that this was the third tomb they were visiting on the Perfume River, but it still bothered Carver that he could not remember this emperor’s name, which Legaspi had mentioned several times. “They lost them playing with cluster bomblets when they were kids,” Legaspi explained. “I might go back and finish my doctorate,” Legaspi said in response to a question from Michiko. We coddled you so you wouldn’t have to worry about the things we worried about. On the blackboard behind Claire’s desk, someone – it must have been her – had written “The Passive Voice” in big, bold letters. The tens of thousands?”, “It’s not like you’ve ever listened to anyone before.”, “You don’t understand anything. Carver watched Legaspi and Claire as the humanitarian jargon of cost efficiency, improvement of the land, moral obligation, employment of local technicians, and so on spooled forth. In his first short story collection, writer Viet Thanh Nguyen, who won the Pulitzer Prize in 2016 for his novel The Sympathizer, takes a look at how it feels and what it means to be a refugee. Now he was 68 and limping, determined not to be outpaced by Legaspi as he led them through the grounds of the tomb, which more closely resembled a summer palace, its pavilion overlooking a moat filled with lotuses. 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