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189 pages, Paperback
First published October 7, 1936
Mrs Deputy Customs Officer entered the front office and smiled at the [police] officers, who smiled back like merchants greeting a rich customer. Because Mrs Deputy Customs Officer often let her dog loose, she had been ticketed at least once on each of the precinct's sixteen streets. To the police, in other words, she was like a regular customer of a failing business.to the Buddhist monks:
...monks today promote themselves and compete with each other just like rival Kings of Venereal Disease Treatment!... Secular journalists attack each other in print as stupid, uneducated, and untalented, but we Buddhist journalists are not afraid to expose the fact that our enemies are stricken with scabies, herpes, leprosy, or loss of a major limb.This is a society that rejects its roots in order to blindly ape its colonisers. However, this aping is only skin deep. The clothing store run by Mrs Deputy Customs Officer where Red Haired Xuân gets his start is selling a modernised (read: more revealing) version of the Vietnamese ao dai. Nevertheless, while touting the importance of being more modern to customers, the designer refuses to allow his own wife to be more modernised:
As your husband has explained already, when we speaking about women, we mean the wives and sisters of other people, not our own wives and sisters. My family follows the old traditions. Our women cannot be allowed to wear modern clothes or to go dancing one day and to some festival the next. At home they must never be allowed to employ theories of liberation and equal rights to challenge the authority of their mothers-in-law.Vũ writes of one of the characters, Mr Civilization:
Soon thereafter he overheard that universal truth -- a healthy soul demands a healthy body -- and thus he became a passionate proponent of sports, targeting his wife first and then the world at large. Unfortunately, his participation in the Europeanization campaign plunged him into such deep contemplation that he had precious little time for sports or for any exercise at all.As for Mr Civilization's father:
[Grandpa Hong] was also thrilled that his son had become a revolutionary within the prevailing legal framework. This allowed Mr Civilization to radically reform society without being jailed or executed.Red Haired Xuân succeeds precisely because Vietnamese society has become unmoored from its foundations:
As is often the case in a society in which modesty is disdained, the more snobbish Xuân became, the more respect he enjoyed...Because everyone was either being fooled or trying to fool each other, they were all compelled to fear and respect Xuân. What a great victory for the common people!The quotes give a good sense of the flavour of the satire in this work. If you enjoyed them, you might want to check the book out. You'll likely enjoy the entire novel.
Modern women who were not virtuous were also not a problem, especially for men who thought of women as toys...A problem only occurred when those toys were one's own sister and wife.Once again, I tackle a genre that I have poor luck with in a language that is one of the further removed from my fluency in English and spatterings of knowledge in French, German, and Japanese. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot to get out of this book, enough that it doesn't surprise me how long it was banned for in its home country. However, I would have had a better time had I took up a nonfictional book written in line with this work's introduction's theme, because when it comes to playing off of the anachronistic hypocrisies that comes from colonial culture clash, there's satire, and then there's the obviousness of the author having been recently dumped by one woman or another and not getting over it. There are instances where the hapless protagonist gets drawn away from that concern and really gets into the marrow of the absurdities of the social scramble in the new age of democracy, sports, and the god of finance when one's country is owned by another, but it all eventually gets sucked back into cougar-spoofing, hypersexualization, and maybe sorta rape glorification, so trigger warning for all that. Still, the number of white Anglo people on this website who have read a Vietnamese novel that has nothing to do with the Vietnam War (and I mean Vietnamese as in actually Vietnamese, not the latest tragedy porn put out by some white dude who went out on payroll to murder and came back all sad because of it) is dismally small, so anything they can get is better than nothing.
He was especially proud that his son had not become one of those silly revolutionaries who aspires to bring happiness to the people without teaching them about dancing or ultra-modern clothes.