thanks for an author who had struggling the coursed hardship of pushing through the wax paper of rejection,all because he's asian to write about his own culture. but there hasn't been much asian-american writers that broke the seal of being a well-proclaimed writer for their own readers not since amy tan's joy luck club. i'm truly his book will be an oscar winner. really,i'm setting my foot on where he bleeds,torned,narrates on a story within a story. imagine in realness, if stupid steven speilberg ask him to ask nam's character to be known as a photogrpher return to vietnam,all his family demolished,has no money and survived to help out his childhood friend to open a whorehouse to make ends meet to enroll photgraphy school,but his only vision is people dying,not to dare open about the country's government scandal. i mean, senesation is will deliverd to mr. sorry spielberg. nam le let his story the way he wants to run. as he replies about how many agents will pursue an asian writer to talk about a refugee sailed to new york,live in a middle class tenatent and be a monersary(?)monk to do compete for a martial arts choregraphy,break dance vision.yes, mr. nam le is right,whether we want to write our own vision,people just mock your words and judge to say-'that's not your life.' thank god,he writes about people of colour who judges then he place it in his own branch of his own company. i want to contact mr. because it sounded like a pultizer price and a film to be at it. thanks mr. le. i salute your journey,but the ear catching remarks are very hilarious. i want to find about the boat in my local library.yes, he lost his family but he never perverts,change and hodge podge his sights,sound and delieverence.