Think you’ve read and heard enough about Vietnam? Think again. This incisive novel is told from their side (and we thought they were the victors).

The novel combines three elements—a classic war story (in the mode of All Quiet on the Western Front[1]), a classic love story (in the mode of, say, Love Story[2]), and a personal view on the nature of "life."

The story covers North Vietnam before the war, the period during the war, and (most poignantly) the postwar period. Chapter 1 starts with a description of the narrator’s (presumably the author’s) job, which is picking up and disposing of bodies of his dead comrades in the jungle.

The story flows in Joycean style through flashbacks of a pastoral-innocent youth with his family in Hanoi, his childhood "love-of-his-life" girlfriend, how the relationship develops as the war breaks out, how the North Vietnamese fought and won it, and, most movingly, his disillusionment, the disintegration of his family, and the devastation to the North (not just to the defeated South).

Of note, given the "communications and media" of the 1950s and 1960s, most of the North Vietnamese soldiers did not have much of an idea "why and for what" they were fighting, i.e., the bigger picture. For the reader, the strongest emotions occur as the story unfolds and life takes over from childhood fantasies, destroying individuals and their families as a whole society is remade.

Arguably, of most interest to readers of the Journal are the author’s views on stress and coping as well as those on life, love, and war, i.e., the individual life cycle from an Asian point of view. Tell me, after you’ve read it, if you weren’t affected by the struggles of the girl, the playing out of the relationship, the bittersweet change in the way of life in Vietnam (gone forever), and if you don’t think about the world a bit differently.