4.5 stars
''People care too much about what's on the outside, that's the problem with most people,' I'd tell Hiéu.
'We are the outside, Kiêt! We're always outside! So why don't they care about us!' he'd reply. I'm saying it without the accent so you can understand. He was funny. I would be jealous if I wasn't his only friend in the world.'
This collection of short stories is so good. Each story paints character and place in a vivid way that I immediately connected with. Her writing is both smooth and hypnotic, I fell easily into the beat of each story. Joey Bui is a story wizard.
Her stories involve a bilateral amputee ex Công Hòa soldier who manages to travel the streets of Sài Gòn rejoicing in moments of good fortune, an Indian girl navigating her space in America, newly weds transitioning into their prearranged marriage along the Mekong River, reflections on a missing friend in Buenos Aires, a young man leaving Zanzibar to make money for his family, in Abu Dhabi, a Nepalese boy gains recognition for a photo he has taken, a Vietnamese girl enjoys a new friendship, a Vietnamese guy struggles to find his potential in the wide, open spaces of Australia and many more.
These are stories of adversity and change, hope for a better life, and how each person reacts differently to these circumstances. They also express the racism that individuals experience in white colonised countries, like Australia and America, that can cause them to marginalise their individual sense of self.
'All of a sudden my life changed without me even trying. It was a kind of good fortune. On the first night, I drew the curtain shut and everything was dark and hushed. There was something about being kept inside like that, pretending there was a great space between by body and the world outside. It felt precious.'
'Then there were the soursops, papayas, mangoes, dragonfruits and jackfruits, which grew so quickly that sons and daughters had to cut them down daily, lest the rotting fruit attract flies.
The fruit here was sweeter and more pungent than fruit found anywhere else in Vietnam, and the people who ate had insatiable appetites. Perhaps the miraculous fertility of the land, the richness of its tastes, its beauty, led them to trust nature and surrender themselves to it. Passions were indulged, because such things were fickle.'
'When I return to the living room, my son seems graver than before. He looks like me in so many ways, and carries some of the same terrible burden. For a father's lifetime eating salt, a son's lifetime thirsting water.'