Articles

"The writers featured in this collection belong to the same generation with remarkably diverse voices. When read together, they reveal a shared landscape: a region where identity is constantly negotiated, where memory resists erasure, where loss becomes language, and where literature remains one of the last spaces in which human experience can be examined without simplification."

"He lit a cigarette. Sat. Watched the fire withdraw, and the smoke surrender at last to ash thick with gunpowder. Then, he climbed again."

"It is hard to be happy unless we can break the confinement that imprisoned us... A great failure confines us for a long time, but every day we confine ourselves to smaller, shorter-term cuckoo nests with our anger, jealousy,... A broken glass could take away happiness for a few minutes, an argument could take a few days of our lives."

"She did not attend a French schools but she was a good student at Van Hoa High School in Nha Trang. She did not know how to play a musical instrument, but she knew how to enjoy great music."

"My chest tightened with each barrage of her words. They filled me up and wouldn’t go down. “We agreed, Celeste. No music!” “No, you decreed it, Mum,” I snapped."