Thi Diem Thúy Lê. In six refugees-a girl, her father, and four "uncles"--Are pulled from the sea to begin a new life in San Diego. Add tags for "The gangster we are all looking for". Get news about Literary Fiction books, authors, and more. As vivid as a fairy tale, as allusive as a poem.”. le thi diem thuy is represented by the Knopf Speaker’s Bureau. Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. Le's first novel is a bracing, unvarnished, elliptical The Gangster We Are All Looking For by [Le, Thi Diem Thuy].
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And I think if I had sat down and wanted to right an autobiography, it will be very country, there would be things I talk about that I don't talk about in this book. The form of the book is in fragments of it's in these paragraphs there create images that emerge and disappear. Of there's a kind of no to the book that you could think of if you closed your eyes a kind of film that is -- appearing before you.
Of and the under tow of that film, say, what is not spoken, what is not visual, what is not visible, is the -- the toll of the journey that these characters have had to take.
The things that they captain talk about. The fact that there's an ocean separating them from their home land. And they can neither swim that ocean nor cross -- they have no means in which to cross it. And yet, everything that they care for is in there or across there somehow, you know? So I wanted to create a book that in many ways was introducing the enormity of my parents' loss, my parents' generation's loss, not my own.
And also, it's a novel because I wanted the focus to be on the characters less, and that the story has pertinence less because it happened to me, you know? We go to fiction to get closer to the stories that happen in the world. Fiction allows us to enter historical moments request greater emotionaled meiacy. We will be able to understand and experience something that the facts alone cannot.
So that's -- that was my project.
You see in if I had written a memoir, it would have been more straightforward, I think. And this, I feel, like, is insisting on thence details of consider this man, consider this woman.
All of these questions that span a lot of time, but are all about getting you closer and closer to the inside of these characters. And it's -- many scenes take place in the narrator's imagination. I'm gonna read from page six, which is a scene when the father and the daughter and four men arrive in San Diego. And they're picked up by a man named Mel, whose father, Mr. Russell, had sponsored these refugees to San Diego.
And do you mind if I just read the whole photograph? So this is Mel and the refugees at the airport. Above the palm trees were large block letters that looked like they were on fire.
Sunny San Diego. The man was lying on his stomach, his face buried in his folded arms of the woman was lying on her back with one leg down, and the other leg up, bent at the knee. I looked at the triangle formed by the woman's tanned knee, calf, and thigh. And saw the calm sleeping waves of the ocean. My mother was out there somewhere. My father had said so. You know, I must ask you, who is the gangster in your book.
I think, you know, when I -- when the book was due to come out, there was some discussion with my publisher about actually changing the name of the book. Changing the title. Because you have to read the book in order to know why it's called that. And you know, we live in a culture of gangsta rap and all of that, and you could read this whole book and say, where is the gangster?
The memory described is partial and selective. The hammock tilted toward the ground, the crickets went quiet, a dark cloud crossed the face of the moon, and time stopped. Time stopped. Then — inexplicably, incredibly — it continued. Like red. Red was in the past. Commenting on the meaning of silence in trauma studies in Testimony, Cathy Caruth suggests silence as a self-protecting strategy for traumatic event survivors: That the speakers about trauma on some level prefer silence so as to protect themselves from the fear of being listened to — and of listening to themselves.
That while silence is defeat, it serves them both as a sanctuary and as a place to bondage. Silence is for them a fated exile, yet also a home, a destination, and a binding oath. To not return from silence is rule rather than exception. For the girl, the incomprehensibility between knowing and pretending not to know is wrenching.
Ma ignores my questions. Prior to that, she imagines that her brother is alive and is around her. What happened next was just a feeling.
Like heat or hunger or dizziness or loneliness or longing. My brother, making no sounds and casting no shadow, was walking behind me. There, again, was the familiar feeling of warmth, of his body beside my body. I could throw my arms around his neck and then, pushing 9 Ibid.
Was it cold there? Gradually, the illusion and sorrow have been replaced by an attempt of using forgetting as an escape. To protect myself, I tried to forget everything: that first night at the refugee camp in Singapore; those early morning walks after we arrived in America; the sound of his voice asking a question no one could answer […].
The unsettled memory becomes an eternal return that continues to haunt the narrator. When I stopped looking for my brother, I began to feel that he was right beside me. I imagined everything that was happening to me was also happening to him.
The suppressed memory on the conscious level turns into an obsessive remembering, of long continuous hallucinations and imagination.
Because the death has not been acknowledged and mourned properly and communally, the searching is endless. Or ask for him. Or blame the sea. He changed the channel. The crossing has never been achieved until the immigrants confront the fatal scene. The novel ends with the father eventually taking the whole family to the beach, the place he has avoided visiting. The family tour serves as a collective healing process replacing the repressed wound with an open acceptance.
As it is described: Ba drove us to the beach. We got out of the car and he led us toward the sea. At first, there seemed to be nothing but long familiar expanse of darkness.
My father turned to my mother and me and, smiling broadly, pointed at the fish, as if we knew them. New York: Hill and Wang, , As my parents stood on the beach leaning into each other, I ran, like a dog unleashed, toward the lights. They no longer need to hide their sorrow, and they have found the courage to revisit the death scene.
Once the death has been acknowledged, the sorrowful memory of the past no longer occupies and consumes the present; thus the immigrants are eventually capable of moving on toward a new future and the real crossing has now become possible. Ng begins the story at the end with the newly wedded, eldest daughter Leila, who also has the strongest bond with the family. Leila is describing the death of her half sister Ona, who was the second daughter.
With a disjointed chronological order and the occasional use of flashbacks, this non-linear narration produces an obsessive returning to the cause, and the crucial scene, with circuitous approaches to the trauma from various aspects. As Diana C. Remembering the past gives power to the present. Memories do add up.
Leon associates the two incidents together with self-blame. Thomas W. Kim explains the historical background of so many compound and circumstanced families: Chinese immigrants began arriving in America in , but by Congress had passed the Chinese Exclusion Act, which barred entry or re-entry of all Chinese laborers for the next ten years; a series of exclusion laws were in effect until , and even then entry was limited to family members or brides of Chinese Americans.
Only after were immigration restrictions on Asian Americans lifted. It is intriguing that he keeps a suitcase and dreams about going back one day.
Leon blamed himself. It cost Leon. Leon worried about the restless bones, and for years, whenever something went wrong — losing a job, losing the bid for the takeout joint, losing the Ong and Leong Laundry Leon blamed the bones. Khairani Barokka.
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