The Sorrow of War (1990) by Bao Ninh

The Sorrow of War: A Novel of North VietnamThe Sorrow of War: A Novel of North Vietnam by Bảo Ninh

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is the second time I have read The Sorrow of War (1991) by Bao Ninh. In the Pham Ngu Lao area of Ho Chi Minh City I dined for lunch at La Cantina, a Mexican restaurant of sorts. One of the usual vendors came by carrying a stack of books. Having a beer at midday, I rummaged among the black market books.

I came across an English translation of The Sorrow of War (1993) and opened it up. I began reading. Reading more as the woman placed her load on the table. What I read was sadness entire. What I read was beautiful. What I read was poetry and music. I purchased the black market copy for roughly $2 usd, and found a few of the pages out of order or missing. I finished the book any way. So after a year, (purchasing a valid copy this time from Amazon.com) I wanted to return to this story of innocent love and savage loss in times before, during, and after the Vietnam War.

Although The Sorrow of War is fiction, along the lines of A Farewell to Arms or All Quiet on the Western Front, it is a story of war told by a soldier. Bao Ninh served the North with the Glorious 27th Youth Brigade, and of over five hundred soldiers who went to war in 1969, Bao is one of only ten that survived.

The Sorrow of War tells of a young man, age 17, named Kien from Hanoi who falls in love with Phuong, a childhood sweetheart, and how war ultimately corrupts their love.

The novel is fragmented and pieced together. By the end of the novel the reader is told that Kien left the manuscript to a mute woman and vanished. A neighbor, a fellow soldier that remembers Kien, gets the pages and pieces the book back together and publishes the fragments as best he can. The story does jump around from postwar, prewar, and during war times, but the leaps and bounds only flow smoothly in to each other and helps shape the story of Kien and Phuong all the more.

Twenty years after the war, Kien sets out to write a novel. “Kien seems to write only to rid himself of his devils…He continues his quest for perfection, crossing out, erasing, crossing out again, editing, tearing up some pages, then tearing up and destroying all. Then he starts over again, making out each syllable like a learner trying to spell a new word” (pg. 49).

And Kien’s story unfolds the horrors of a soul that has seen so much war:

“That autumn was sad, prolonged by rain. Orders came for food rations to be sharply reduced. Hungry, suffering successive bouts of malaria, the troops became anemic and their bodies broke in ulcers, showing through worn and torn clothing. They looked like lepers, not heroic forward scouts. Their faces looked moss-grown, hatched and sorrowful, without hope. It was a stinking life” (pg. 16).

“The uprush of so many souls penetrated Kien’s mind, ate into his consciousness, becoming a dark shadow overhanging his own soul. Over a long period, over many, many graves, the souls of the beloved dead silently and gloomily dragged the sorrow of war into his life” (pg. 25).

“But war was a world with no home, no roof, no comforts. A miserable journey of endless drifting. War was a world without real men, without real women, without feeling. War was also a world without romance” (pg. 31).

“No. The ones who loved war were not the young men but the others like the politicians, middle-aged men with fat bellies and short legs. Not the ordinary people. The recent years of war had brought enough suffering and pain to last them a thousand years” (pg. 75).

“The sorrow of war inside a soldier’s heart was in a strange way similar to the sorrow of love. It was a kind of nostalgia, like the immense sadness of a world at dusk. It was a sadness, a missing, a pain which could send one soaring back into the past. The sorrow of the battlefield could not normally be pinpointed to one particular event, or even one person. If you focused on any one event it would soon become a tearing pain” (pg. 94).

And there a several graphic scenes, like the one to follow, in this novel, a true novel of sorrow. The scene takes place on April 30, 1975, Victory Day, at Tan Son Nhat Airport near Saigon:

“Enraged, he grabbed the corpse by one leg and dragged her across the floor and down the stairs. Her skull thudded down the steps like a heavy ball. When he reached the concrete floor at the bottom of the stairs, he braced himself, lifted the dead girl, and threw her out into the sunshine next to the another pile of dead southern commandos. The body bounced up, her arms spread wide, and her mouth opened as if she was about to cry out. Her head dropped back with another thud on the concrete. The lout walked away jauntily, swinging his arms as if her were a hero” (pg. 102).

But there are also beautiful scenes that break one’s heart when set next to the grief of war. This next scene reminds me a great deal about Vietnam; and when modernity finally comes to Vietnam and there are no more power outages, scenes like this will surely be missed:

“On summer evenings when there were power blackouts and it was too hot inside, everyone came to sit out in front, near the only water tap servicing the whole three-story building.

“The tap trickled, as drop by drop every story was told. Nothing remained secret. People said that Mrs. Thuy, the teacher widowed since her twenties, who was about to retire and become a grandmother, had suddenly fallen in love with Mr. Tu, the bookseller living on the corner of the same street. The two old people had tried to hide their love but had failed. It was true love, something that can’t be easily hidden” (pg. 60-61).

The Sorrow of War is a tale of sorrow, lost loves, lost friends, and should be read knowing that not every book has a happy ending. A strong recommend.

 

 

 

Vanity of Vanities by CG Fewston

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CG FEWSTON is an American novelist who is a member of AWP, a member of Americans for the Arts, and a professional member and advocate of the PEN American Center, advocating for the freedom of expression around the world.

CG FEWSTON has travelled across continents and visited such places as Mexico, the island of Guam, Japan, South Korea, Hong Kong, Macau, Viet Nam, Cambodia, Singapore, Thailand, Taipei and Beitou in Taiwan, Bali in Indonesia, and Guilin and Shenzhen and Beijing in China. He also enjoys studying and learning French, Vietnamese, Cantonese and Mandarin.

CG FEWSTON earned an M.Ed. in Higher Education Leadership and Administration (honors), an M.A. in Literature (honors) from Stony Brook University, and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing and Fiction from Southern New Hampshire University, where he had the chance to work with wonderful and talented novelists like Richard Adams Carey (author of In the Evil Day, October 2015; and, The Philosopher Fish, 2006) and Jessica Anthony (author of Chopsticks, 2012; and, The Convalescent, 2010) as well as New York Times Best-Selling novelists Matt Bondurant (author of The Night Swimmer, 2012; and, The Wettest County in the World, 2009, made famous in the movie Lawless, 2012) and Wiley Cash (author of A Land More Kind Than Home, 2013; and, This Dark Road to Mercy, 2014).

Among many others, CG FEWSTON’S stories, photographs and essays have appeared in Sediments LiteraryArts Journal, Bohemia, Ginosko Literary Journal, GNU Journal (“Hills Like Giant Elephants”), Tendril Literary MagazinePrachya Review (“The One Who Had It All”), Driftwood Press, The Missing Slate Literary Magazine (“Darwin Mother”), Gravel Literary Journal, Foliate Oak Magazine, The Writer’s DrawerMoonlit Road, Nature Writing, and Travelmag: The Independent Spirit; and for several years he was a contributor to Vietnam’s national premier English newspaper, Tuoi Tre, “The Youth Newspaper.”

You can read more about CG FEWSTON and his writing at

www.cgfewston.me & https://www.facebook.com/cg.fewston/https://hk.linkedin.com/in/cgfewston

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A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN won GOLD for Literary Classics’ 2015 best book in the category under ”Special Interest” for “Gender Specific – Female Audience”…

Finalist in the 2015 Chatelaine Awards for Romantic Fiction…

Finalist in the 2015 Mystery & Mayhem Novel Writing Contest…

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Praise for A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN:

“Fewston delivers an atmospheric and evocative thriller in which an American government secret agent must navigate fluid allegiances and murky principles in 1970s Tehran… A cerebral, fast-paced thriller.”

Kirkus Reviews 

“A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN is a thrilling adventure which takes place in pre-revolutionary Tehran. Author CG FEWSTON provides a unique glimpse into this important historical city and its rich culture during a pivotal time in its storied past. This book is so much more than a love story. Skillfully paired with a suspenseful tale of espionage, A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN is a riveting study of humanity. Replete with turns & twists and a powerful finish, FEWSTON has intimately woven a tale which creates vivid pictures of the people and places in this extraordinary novel.”

LITERARY CLASSICS

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CG FEWSTON‘s new novel,

A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN, was published on April 2, 2015 —

10 years to the day of the publication

of his first novella, A FATHER’S SON (April 2, 2005)

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“Thus one skilled at giving rise to the extraordinary

is as boundless as Heaven and Earth,

as inexhaustible as the Yellow River and the ocean.

Ending and beginning again,

like the sun and moon. Dying and then being born,

like the four seasons.”

found in Sources of Chinese Tradition, p 5

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