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A "richly satisfying" ("Newsday") epic of Asian history in the tradition of James Clavell, from the bestselling author of "The Tapestries."
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Overview

A "richly satisfying" ("Newsday") epic of Asian history in the tradition of James Clavell, from the bestselling author of "The Tapestries."
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The New Yorker
Nguyen’s first novel, “The Tapestries,” followed the long silk thread of his Vietnamese family’s history (his grandfather was a court embroiderer) against a background of strife, oppression, and social change. Here he reaches further back into Vietnam’s history: it is 1773, the country is called Annam, and three French missionaries, financed by the French government, set off to convert the Annamese to Christianity. The trio are confronted by relentless horrors—executions, pillage, starvation—which challenge their religious faith. The violence of the story is sometimes at odds with the author’s penchant for poetic description, which is more suited to quieter interludes, as when a character walking along the coast of the South China Sea watches as the sun “bloomed like a red dahlia, petals ablaze.”
Wayne Karlin
The son of an American soldier father and a Vietnamese mother, Nguyen came to this country as a refugee in 1985, an experience that was the source of his aptly named -- and excellent -- memoir, The Unwanted, and there is much of value in Le Colonial for our history-challenged country. The novel's flaws are those of a writer learning his trade and his language, and Nguyen is to be commended for his courage in breaking the semi-autobiographical pattern of most immigrant and refugee narratives by choosing to explain his country of origin to his adopted country, and his adopted country to itself, through historical fiction.
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Publishers Weekly
A quest to convert lost souls turns into a battle for survival for three French missionaries in 18th-century Vietnam, or Annam, in Nguyen's richly detailed, evocative second novel. Each missionary hails from a completely different background: dour, ascetic Pierre de Behaine is a powerful Jesuit bishop; tormented artist Fran ois Gervaise is fleeing France after committing a murky misdeed; headstrong 16-year-old Henri Monange joins the order to escape crushing poverty. Scarcely a year into their stay in Annam, the two younger men are sentenced to death by the local mandarin for their parish's failure to pay taxes, but are spared when Gervaise gives up his faith to save Monange and their followers. A changed man, Gervaise turns to Buddhism and pledges his loyalty to a rebel force of peasants, caught in the middle of a civil war between the country's North and South. Meanwhile, Monange joins de Behaine at the court of Prince Anh in the South and falls in love with a beautiful servant girl named Xuan, who eventually becomes Anh's concubine. Nguyen maintains the impressive period detail that made his first novel, The Tapestries, so compelling, but his narrative is much sharper this time around, with the story drawing energy from the contrast between the characters' various agendas, particularly the constant clashes between Gervaise and Behaine. Nguyen's take on the meeting of East and West is intelligent, heady and memorable. (Aug.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
A French monsignor both morally rigid and politically astute. A young artist, on the run and eager to try his skills in rapturous South China, who is cornered into the priesthood by the wily monsignor. A lad desperately hunting for work in Marseilles who is rescued by the artist priest. In 1773, all three board a ship for Annam (now Vietnam) on a mission to convert the heathens, but their mission soon fragments as it crashes up against the realities of Annamite culture. The double-dealing monsignor disappears into the innards of the royal court, Father Fran ois is humiliated into renouncing his faith by a pagan boy-prince, and soon all three men find themselves on different sides of a complex battle between warlords and outraged peasants. In his second novel, the Vietnamese-born Nguyen (The Tapestries) delivers a rich, satisfying tale that goes just beyond the typical historical saga to raise interesting questions of faith and culture while instructing us in the history of a country with which we were once at war. Recommended for most collections. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 4/15/04.] Barbara Hoffert, Library Journal Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Eighteenth-century French Jesuits bring the gospel, and more, to the future kingdom of Viet Nam. Second-novelist Nguyen (The Tapestries, 2002; a memoir: The Unwanted, 2001) offers a Conradian tale in which three internally troubled but well-meaning idealists set off to preach the gospel to the villagers of Annan. In Avignon in 1771, Monsignor Pierre de Behaine, a veteran of previous Asian missions, readies a team of Jesuit priests and nuns for what appears to be a peaceful journey to the Far East. Arrogant and restive but coolly assured, he becomes intrigued with a feverish young artist, Francois Gervaise, who resists the Monsignor's attempts to force him into confession. After some pursuit across a grim, plague-ridden countryside, the Monsignor cures Gervaise of cholera and promises redemption for his emotional turmoil (in a duel, Gervaise killed a rival for the affections of a fickle serving girl, then fled his village) by bringing Gervaise into the Jesuit order. A bit later, in Paris, teenaged Henri Monange watches his father, a humble coal seller, freeze to death and, after a sexual imbroglio, abandons his mother, hoping to find his fortune by heading south to the booming town of Marseilles. There, he runs into Gervaise, now a priest, who persuades the boy to become a novice. Though the numerous cruelties Henri has seen or suffered have shattered his faith in God, Francois's kindly sincerity appeals to him, and he joins the group heading for Annan. Once all are there, the Monsignor reveals that he's been made a bishop and will lay the political groundwork for the annexation of Annan as a French colony. Francois, appalled at the violence and brutality underlying seemingly idyllicvillage life, becomes fascinated with the similarities between Christianity and Buddhism, while Henri throws off his faith for a stronger, defiant sense of himself. An intriguing epic of ethical, moral, and spiritual conflicts from an emerging talent worth watching. Agent: Peter Miller
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316285018
  • Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
  • Publication date: 8/26/2008
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 0.88 (d)

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Le Colonial


By Kien Nguyen

Little, Brown

Copyright © 2004 Nguyen-Andrews, LLC
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-28501-3


Chapter One

Avignon, France, 1771

The brush was a hickory twig, its end hammered into a soft, pointed fringe. The painter drew it across the canvas, tracing a long stroke of cobalt blue-the light of predawn. Another dash, a smear, a twist of the bristles, and a cluster of areca palms silhouetted the horizon. The only movement was a blur of wind across a colony of stars.

It was the first day of winter. The inside of the church was so cold that he could see his breath in the candlelight. The painting was a rectangle of oils on sheepskin, stretched on a wooden frame. Its image resembled nothing of the splendor and immensity of the surrounding medieval architecture but was cast in the bold colors of his imagination. Hanging by cords over his wool coat was a collection of curios-fragments of broken clay pots, pinecones, a metal goblet, clumps of feathers, a bird's wing. The rest of his belongings were leaning against the wall-five rolls of unfinished paintings, sketches, and a bundle of soiled clothes.

A deep voice echoed outside the realm of his concentration. Across the room, a priest was reading from his notes to an assemblage of novices.

These tall palms, with trunks as straight and smooth as masts on a ship, have simple crowns of large fan-shaped leaves. They grow in the deep shadows of the ancient forest, surrounding picturesque rivers, mountains, and villages. I have traveled through the mysterious lands of ancient Tsiampa, visited the ruins of Angkor in Cambodia, and witnessed the vast grace and wealth of the coastal cities of Cochin China ...

The artist stepped back and examined his work. Its balance pleased him, but it needed detail. He cleaned his brushes, fumbling through his pockets for another color, a light green with a touch of blue. He imagined a bed of vegetation carpeting the forest floor, as if anticipating the sun in the lush landscape.

Around him in the cathedral, sumptuous paintings, tapestries, and fresco murals depicted the lives of saints and angels, their faces serene under golden halos. Although it was his first time in Avignon, he knew its history. At the beginning of the fourteenth century, the Palace of the Popes had been erected as the new home for Pope Clement V after the authority of the Holy See was shifted from Rome to Avignon. Now more than four hundred and fifty years later, the palace complex was still one of the most impressive Gothic castles in Europe, an imposing fortress made up of towers linked by stone galleries. But to him, the wealth and the beauty lay in the artwork.

There in the exotic lands of Asia, the voice was reading, I beheld the wide variety of human types, communities, and political regimes, which are unknown to the Western world ...

The cathedral he had chosen to work in was housed in the Tower of Saint John-the quarter that was reserved for the resident scholars. As the first pale gleam of sunlight glanced over a row of gray stone corridors, the young man shivered. His eyes were burning, his stomach grumbling, his body aching. It had been days since he had eaten a good meal or enjoyed a restful sleep. The bustling city of Avignon had little hospitality for drifters, vagabonds, and artists.

Ahead of him, a long narrow passage led to the nave. Beneath a series of tapestries depicting the martyrdom of Saint Sebastian, seminarians from many orders huddled on pews facing a black-robed priest. It was his voice the painter was listening to. Above the altar, Christ hung on a cross, carved from wood-his head bowed, his face hidden beneath a tangle of hair. It was an image that the artist had copied over and over, trying to invoke Jesus' essence.

The priest put down his notes and leaned forward, addressing his audience more personally. "You are all preparing to be ordained." His voice struck a low pitch, and its vibration rumbled in the cavernous hall. "With the conquest of heathen lands all over the world comes an opportunity for the expansion of Christianity. To novices of any order who have strong faith, I offer a chance to serve in a foreign place, along with the guaranteed reward of immortality in heaven. There will be a series of planned voyages and explorations of South-east Asia, a pagan civilization open to conversion to the true faith. We need physicians, scientists, botanists, engineers, and artists to effect and record the dawn of the Christian era ..."

The artist paused in the midst of his brushstroke. Those last words seemed to speak directly to him, and he saw that his intuition had served him well when he had decided to come to this place.

The ghostly dawn poured in through rows of stained-glass windows and bathed the statues. Along the walls, the fresco murals absorbed the light, and the figures within their panels seemed to breathe. The artist coughed. The seminarians turned their heads and whispered in one another's ears. A round-faced youth wearing the brown robe of the Benedictine order looked him up and down. The lecturer rapped his knuckles on the dais to regain their attention.

In contrast to his impressive voice, the priest's body was slight. His thin dark hair, combed back from a high forehead, failed to cover his balding crown. From within two gaunt sockets, his eyes captured the sunlight's golden hue yet reflected none of its warmth.

As he spoke, his lower jaw revealed a row of uneven, yellow teeth. Everything about him, from his features to the simplicity of his cassock, reminded the artist of portraits of suffering saints from a bygone era.

A hand from the audience rose. The priest acknowledged a young man in the second pew.

"I pray of you, Monsignor de Béhaine," said the novice. Most of his face was hidden under the hood of his robe. His clear voice suggested that he was in his early twenties, slightly older than the artist. "Please tell us more about the geography of these places that you are talking about. I've never heard of them."

The priest tilted his chin forward and addressed the student. "Very well. Brother João, have you heard of China?" he asked. "Yes, sir. It is a country east of India."

"Excellent. Now, imagine, just below China, along the edge of the South China Sea, which is part of the Pacific Ocean, a land three thousand kilometers in length. We call this land Annam, and the people who live there are the Annamites or Annamese. Theirs is a primitive but ancient society. For the last few hundred years, a civil war has divided this country into two separate kingdoms. The North is called Tonkin, while the South is Cochin China. Both of the kings were anointed when they were mere children, and so the two countries are ruled by high-ranking nobles, who are known as vice-kings."

He paused, allowing the seminarians to digest the information. "It took me some time to understand the many ways in which their culture differs from ours. If you decide to accompany me on my next voyage, I promise that you will gain more knowledge about the world than you could ever read in a book-that is, if you could ever find one that is written about these undiscovered lands. Who among you has the hunger for adventure and the dedication to faith required of a missionary?"

The room fell silent. Even the saints on the walls seemed to avert their eyes.

The monsignor chuckled. "Here in Europe we have been blessed with true religion. A priest must be above reproach because he represents God, and also because others on Earth are so lost in their paths that they need guidance. It is now our obligation to rescue the savages. Nothing must be allowed to stop us from carrying out our mission."

Another silence followed his remarks. The same novice stood, pulling back his hood. He was a handsome man with dark features. "What dangers should we expect to face if we join you in your mission of glory?"

De Béhaine squared his shoulders. "The East is a strange and mysterious place," he said. "Starvation is prevalent. Natural disasters are frequent. And death is commonplace. The natives do not believe in our God. Doubtless, you will be embarking on a very dangerous assignment."

Brother João mused, "Then, dear sir, should we risk our lives?" "You should, and you must," the priest replied. "Because it is your duty as a priest to serve God's kingdom and the Mother Church. Your life is not yours to keep. It belongs to our Heavenly Father."

He adjusted the pin on his right shoulder, which held his ankle-length silk cassock together. A large crucifix was suspended by a thong from his neck and tucked into the folds of his sash. He looked out again at the audience and saw that the painter had disappeared down one of the many corridors. All that was left where he had stood was the canvas he had been working on, placed on a bench next to a flickering candle.

The assembled crowd followed the monsignor's look. Decorum forgotten, the novices murmured at the image before them. The monsignor rapped his knuckles on the dais again, but the sound was lost.

De Béhaine stepped down from the altar and marched toward the painting. He forgot about his sermon as he lifted the sheepskin by its frame. The paint was still wet.

The monsignor took in the scene of mountains and palm jungles. The strength of the young man's brush had turned the silent landscape into successions of broken curves and angular turns. The river's pale blue water foamed where it passed through cliffs and emptied into a grassy ravine.

The monsignor laughed out loud in satisfaction. The artist, with his perceptive skills, had created a distant world with amazing accuracy. "Silence!" he commanded. "Does anyone know the painter who left behind this canvas?" He held the picture above his head so everyone could see.

"The Church allows strangers to come and go as they wish," answered Brother João. "We do not know who that was. He could have been a vagrant, coming here to seek alms and refuge in the church's sanctuary."

"No, the technique is much too sophisticated for a vagabond," replied de Béhaine. He lowered his voice. "Whoever he might be, he is certainly an educated man. This painting is not a gift. I have no doubt that I will meet that painter again."

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Le Colonial by Kien Nguyen Copyright © 2004 by Nguyen-Andrews, LLC. Excerpted by permission.
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    A poetic vision that's also fun to read

    The author's delicate use of language is very effective in building mood and paintings pictures in the reader's head. The actual oddysey takes us through landscapes and peoples that most readers have never thought about or imagined. LE COLONIAL is a classy book. For another strange and beautifully written oddysey, one that travels through a haunted mind, is IN THE GHOST COUNTRY, an absolute surprise.

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