![rw-book-cover](https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51%2BU33Tf8NL._SL200_.jpg) ## Metadata - Author: [[Viet Thanh Nguyen]] - Full Title: The Sympathizer - Category: #books ## Highlights - Bon and I settled down to the waiting part of hurry up and wait, the tedious custom of militaries the world over. ([Location 633](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=633)) - Our commitment was written on our hands, and under the wavering light cast by a distant magnesium flare, I held up my palm with its scar and traced the line with my finger. Your blood is mine and mine is yours, I said, which was the adolescent oath we had sworn to one another. You know what else? Bon said. Despair may be thick, but friendship’s thicker. After that, nothing more needed to be said, our camaraderie enough as we heeded the call of the Katyusha rockets, hissing in the distance like librarians demanding silence. ([Location 649](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=649)) - The proper way to approach a prostitute is to adapt the attitude of a theatergoer, sitting back and suspending disbelief for the duration of the show. The improper way is to doltishly insist that the play is just a bunch of people putting on charades because you have paid the price of the ticket, or, conversely, to believe utterly in what you are watching and hence succumb to a mirage. ([Location 671](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=671)) - His pants bulging with an inflationary roll of dollars and his adolescent brain swollen with the yellow fever that afflicts so many Western men who come to an Asian country, this American GI discovered to his surprise and delight that in this green-breasted world he was no longer Clark Kent but Superman, at least in regards to women. Aided (or was it invaded?) by Superman, our fecund little country no longer produced significant amounts of rice, rubber, and tin, cultivating instead an annual bumper crop of prostitutes, girls who had never so much as danced to a rock song before the pimps we called cowboys slapped pasties on their quivering country breasts and prodded them onto the catwalk of a Tu Do bar. Now am I daring to accuse American strategic planners of deliberately eradicating peasant villages in order to smoke out the girls who would have little choice but to sexually service the same boys who bombed, shelled, strafed, torched, pillaged, or merely forcibly evacuated said villages? I am merely noting that the creation of native prostitutes to service foreign privates is an inevitable outcome of a war of occupation, one of those nasty little side effects of defending freedom that all the wives, sisters, girlfriends, mothers, pastors, and politicians in Smallville, USA, pretend to ignore behind waxed and buffed walls of teeth as they welcome their soldiers home, ready to treat any unmentionable afflictions with the penicillin of American goodness. ([Location 680](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=680)) - The airing of moral doubts was as tiresome as the airing of domestic squabbles, no one really interested except for the ones directly involved. ([Location 1632](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=1632)) - I naively believed that I could divert the Hollywood organism from its goal, the simultaneous lobotomization and pickpocketing of the world’s audiences. The ancillary benefit was strip-mining history, leaving the real history in the tunnels along with the dead, doling out tiny sparkling diamonds for audiences to gasp over. ([Location 2090](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=2090)) - I had failed and the Auteur would make The Hamlet as he intended, with my countrymen serving merely as raw material for an epic about white men saving good yellow people from bad yellow people. I pitied the French for their naïveté in believing they had to visit a country in order to exploit it. Hollywood was much more efficient, imagining the countries it wanted to exploit. I was maddened by my helplessness before the Auteur’s imagination and machinations. His arrogance marked something new in the world, for this was the first war where the losers would write history instead of the victors, courtesy of the most efficient propaganda machine ever created ([Location 2093](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=2093)) - I was no more than the garment worker who made sure the stitching was correct in an outfit designed, produced, and consumed by the wealthy white people of the world. They owned the means of production, and therefore the means of representation, and the best that we could ever hope for was to get a word in edgewise before our anonymous deaths. ([Location 2752](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=2752)) - We are all guilty until proven innocent, as even the Americans have shown. Why else do they believe everyone is really Viet Cong? Why else do they shoot first and ask questions later? Because to them all yellow people are guilty until proven innocent. Americans are a confused people because they can’t admit this contradiction. They believe in a universe of divine justice where the human race is guilty of sin, but they also believe in a secular justice where human beings are presumed innocent. You can’t have both. You know how Americans deal with it? They pretend they are eternally innocent no matter how many times they lose their innocence. ([Location 2902](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00PSSG4MM&location=2902))