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Showing posts with label Thanhha Lai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanhha Lai. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Missing

Throughout the course of our lives we will miss people, places and things.  We will feel the panic of lost car or house keys, a misplaced family heirloom, not being able to locate an item we were supposed to keep safe for someone or a file deleted by mistake on one of our devices.  We will long for the peace of walking a pathway through a particular pine forest, the solitude of sitting on a special deserted beach, or the sanctuary of a certain spot in a certain room in our childhood home.  It is hard not to want the protection of a parent's arms or to hear the sound of their familiar voice.  Moments are empty without the comfort of a beloved pet lying next to us.  There is a hollowness in places without treasured friends or family.

History lists the end of the war in Vietnam as April 30, 1975.  For those whose loved ones were/are listed as missing in action the finality of the war is not so easily accepted.  In her first book, Inside Out & Back Again, Thanhha Lai takes readers back to 1975 in Vietnam as a family seeks refuge in the United States.  In this second title, Listen, Slowly (Harper, February 17, 2015) twelve-year-old Mai is traveling to Vietnam more than thirty-five years later because of a letter her grandmother, Ba, has received.

I whip my head toward the airplane window as soon as Dad scoots into my row.  There's nothing to see except clouds and more clouds, but anything is better than looking at his fakey sorry-to-do-this-to-you face.

When Ba left Saigon two days before it fell back in 1975 she did so with her seven children, knowing then her husband had disappeared nine years earlier.  Now a detective claims to have information gained from an enemy guard who held Ong prisoner.  As the youngest of her grandchildren Mai will stay with Ba until all is known.  Mai's father leaves them to practice his medicine with people far to the north.  Facing the prosecution of a big case, her mother is staying at home in southern California.

Spending her summer vacation with people she does not know in an unfamiliar country, when she would rather be with friends at the beach, has Mai being less than accommodating. Mai longs for a break from the ever-present pursuit of being a top student consistently working on her mom's "SAT words" but she has been carefully schooled in tradition.  She is torn between her wishes and love for her grandmother.

Quickly absorbed into the customs and constants of life in Ba's village, always surrounded by a host of "maybe relatives", Mai, combating the heat, humidity and ever present mosquitoes, slowly finds herself reluctantly adjusting.  Intricate negotiations with the detective and the guard coupled with the ambiguity of the much-longed-for information heighten the tension.  Alliances are made by Mai with two other teens in the community.

Anh Minh has been studying in Texas at a boarding school through the efforts of the people in his village.  He is acting as an interpreter for Mai. (Mai intends on keeping her knowledge of spoken Vietnamese a secret as long as she can.) Ut, exhibiting a similar rebelliousness as Mai, the only girl in the village sporting a buzz cut, decides they can assist each other as friends.  Her passion for a particular frog, for frogs in general, creates an unplanned and planned escapade for Mai.

Scenes in the village, Hanoi and Saigon elevate the intensity of Mai's purpose, her education of her current surroundings and her grandmother's deep need to know.  The final chapters race toward a powerful and moving resolution.  Readers and Mai are left with a new understanding of family, tradition and the country and people of Vietnam.


When I finished reading the first time (I've read most of it again), I was so immersed in the story, I couldn't believe I was seeing snow outside my window instead of the landscape described within the pages of this book.  Thanhha Lai uses words the way an artist uses paint creating pictures so vivid we step into them easily.  Her detailed descriptions of the cities, countryside, Ba's village, food, clothing, architecture of the homes and the people give us a new lens in which to view Vietnam.

Mai's dialogue within her mind, with her parents, grandmother, her good friend at home, Montana, and her newly met-relatives are filled with truth and humor.  Whenever the conversation is spoken in Vietnamese, we read it in italics but see English.  In this way we, like Mai, are living in two worlds at the same time. At times Mai's insights are laugh-out-loud funny.  At times your heart will ache for Ba as she shares of her relationship with her husband in a series of conversations with Mai.  The wisdom of Ba paired with Mai's adolescence is stunning to read.  Here are some sample passages.

Ba lets go of my hand and turns from me.  Time to let her rest.
My body loosens and expands, remembering how it used to make room for her words to wiggle deep into the tiny crevices alongside my bones, muscles, and joints.  Becoming a part of me.  I've always been able to imagine her as a rich girl who grew up in wartime and ended up raising seven children alone.  She always says, "Co den tay, phai phai." Flag in hand, you must wave it.  It wasn't about being brave or extraordinary so much as inhaling all the way to her core and accepting her responsibilities. 

I hear whistling---the kind humans make when trying to sound like a bird.  I crawl out of the net, then jiggle to make it hard for rebellious, day-hunter mosquitoes to stab my exposed skin.  Mom packed for me, all capris, as I was too busy seething.  I can just hear her reasoning:  skirts too impractical, shorts too revealing, pants too hot, so let's do capris.  Mosquitoes all over Vietnam cheered.

"This tree has outlived every other livin' thing in the village.  We guess it could be three hundred years old." Anh Minh glows while saying that, then he actually puts his palms together and bows at the tree.  I might as well do it too.  Is bowing to trees a Vietnamese thing?
Village life is centered around the tree.  In one corner stands a faded, mossy pagoda, its door wide open in the heat.  Inside, on tile, dozens of dogs with lolling tongues lie half asleep.  Among the dogs and their spilled water bowls, a duck is waddling, sipping here and there.  Somehow, perfectly normal. 


This book, like its predecessor, is a gift to readers.  Thanhha Lai gives us in Listen, Slowly the opportunity to alter our possible impressions.  It is rich.  It is rare.  It is not to be missed.


To learn further about Thanhha Lai and her work please visit her website by following the link attached to her name.  'Listen, Slowly' About Connecting To A Heritage You Don't Know is an informative interview of Thanhha Lai on NPR All Things Considered.  Enjoy the chapters below provided by the publisher. 


Thursday, November 17, 2011

National Book Award Winner

Last night at the National Book Awards Thanhha Lai won in the category for Young People's Literature with her title, Inside Out & Back AgainMy review of this book was posted on September 2, 2011.  It is one of those books that needs to be read.





Other titles that received nominations are My Name Is Not Easy by Debby Dahl Edwardson, Flesh & Blood So Cheap:  The Triangle Fire and It's Legacy by Albert Marrin, Okay for Now by Gary Schmidt and Chime by Franny Billingsley.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Walk A Mile in My Shoes

In her debt novel, Inside Out & Back Again (Harper, February 22, 2011), author, Thanhha Lai, brings readers deeply into the world of her personal life experiences in this outstanding piece of historical fiction.  We step back in time to the year of 1975 beginning in war torn Saigon, South Vietnam.  Within poignant, poetic prose her ten year old character, Ha, tells the story of her mother and three brothers.

Lai has divided Inside Out & Back Again into four parts; each delineating emotional, spiritual, and life changing journeys that each member of the family makes separately and together.

Part I, Saigon, allows readers to become part of the venue of this city as the North Vietnamese bring the war closer to its center.  The lives of Ha's family were altered nine years earlier when her father, a member of the Navy, was abducted from a roadway near their home as he left for a mission.  Her mother is vigilant in her hope for his return setting up an alter offering prayers and food.  This part of the passage reveals just how much grief this woman, the fabric that keeps this family as one, holds inside.

Everything on the altar
remains for the day
except the portrait.
Mother locks it away
as soon as her chant ends.

She cannot bear
to look into Father's

forever-young
eyes.

In another chapter Ha brings the state of her city clearly and concisely into the mind's eye
Current News

Every Friday
in Miss Xinh's Class
we talk about current news.

But when we keep talking about

how close the Communists
have gotten to Saigon,
how much prices have gone up
since the Americans soldiers left,
how many distant bombs
were heard the previous night,
Miss Xinh finally says no more.

From now on
Fridays
will be for
happy news.

No one has anything
to say.                   March 21

As plans are made for their escape choices must be made; which memories will be left behind, which dreams will never be realized.  Those choices are vividly portrayed in heart wrenching detail.  As the family makes their way to a Navy ship, lead by a friend of their father, the conditions of their lives become more fearful, dire and harrowing.

At Sea, Part II, speaks to the crowding on the ship, lack of privacy, dwindling food supplies, the absence of cleanliness and another very sad discovery.  As a reader you begin to wonder how all these people endured leaving everything they have ever known only to be crowded aboard a ship not having any idea where they were going or what the future held for them, with people that are, for the most part, strangers. 

Once Knew

Water, water, water
everywhere
making me think
land is just something
I once knew
like

napping on a hammock

bathing without salt

watching Mother write

laughing for no reason

kicking up powdery dirt

and

wearing clean nightclothes
smelling of the sun.                           May 12

Their voyage across the ocean is ended when they are found by an American ship that brings them first to a tent city in Guam where more choices are to be made; where do they wish to relocate.  After a plane flight to a tent city in Florida they are finally sponsored by a man in Alabama.  With each of the decisions that are made this family looses a little bit more of who they are; changing their religious beliefs to Christian on their paperwork so they will be sponsored.

Part III, Alabama, is hard to read.  Their acceptance in the community is slow and fraught with discord every step of the way.  The type of food, cast-off clothing, living quarters, while sufficient are nothing like what their home was, learning American cultural references and the language seem almost insurmountable.  It is hard to attend school knowing more than your classmates but being treated as "dumb" due to communication barriers.  But the most insufferable treatment comes from a bully in Ha's class.  The process of acknowledgment by their neighbors is slow but what shines through are the intentions of their sponsor and the kindness of a retired teacher. 

In one word, Part IV, From Now On is hope.  A year has passed.  Despite numerous challenges this family has survived because first and foremost they are a family supporting one another every step of the way.  If I were to use another word it would be resilience; resilience in the face of overwhelming adversity. 

Thanhha Lai has given her readers a priceless present; the chance to change or reinforce their perspective of those unlike themselves.  She offers us the opportunity to be empathetic; to not only follow in but to walk with people whose lives are displaced through no fault of their own.  Through Ha she has told her story.  It is a story that needs to be heard.

Well, told Thanhha Lai.  Thank you.