Catfish and Mandala: A Two-Wheeled Voyage Through the Landscape and Memory of Vietnam

by Andrew X. Pham

“Lieng-Xo! Lieng-Xo!”—Russian! Russian!—the kids shout at me as they come rolling out of the school yard, a moving carpet of little black heads. In America, I was a Jap, a Chink, a gook; in Vietnam, a Russian.