that’s what this book is about. i have officially devoured through linh dinh’s prose. i’m a sucker for a writer with a sense of humour. i swoon extra for someone that can speak the viet kieu questionings and teach me sumthin’ sumthin’. yes, i did actually try to go to the mcdonald’s employee porn site, and wasn’t even mad when it wasn’t real, because it could’ve been-damn catfish. clever with a sense of history present, i appreciate the complication of gender roles that call everyone out-like when kanye ends golddigger by saying “and when he gets on, he’ll leave you for a white girl”. the truth hurts just that good.
“Since people are flawed, a marriage must be flawed. Though it beats living alone, a marriage is always a misunderstanding between two dishonest people with selfish intentions, she thought, shuddering, sipping her beer. That’s why most of them end in divorce, murder suicide, or a suicide pact. Marriage is simply a justification for murder, she concluded. A good marriage, relatively speaking, is one that ends prematurely in a fatal traffic accident. All in all, I consider myself very lucky. Her own imperfect marriages she blamed on history. If history can kill and maim, then of course it can yield flawed husbands. A second here, an inch there, and each of us can be dead a hundred times over, so being badly married isn’t the worst thing. Having reached middle age, she also realized that in any male-dominated society, women are forced to marry down, not to their social inferiors, but to their inferiors period. She shuddered thinking about whom Hoa might marry in the future.” (170-1)