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Ru. In Vietnamese it means lullaby; in French it is a small stream, but also signifies a flow - of tears, blood, money. Kim Thúy's Ru is literature at its most crystalline: In vignettes of exquisite clarity, sharp observation, and sly wit, we are carried along on an unforgettable journey from a palatial residence in Saigon to a crowded and muddy Malaysian refugee camp, and onward to a new life in Quebec. There, the young girl feels the embrace of a new community, and revels in the chance to be part of the American Dream.

Écrit sur un ton féminin, sensible et très original, Ru dénote un grand talent dans l'art de raconter, où le souvenir devient prétexte tantôt au jeu, tantôt au recueillement. L'ouvrage est composé de très courts textes liés un peu comme dans une ritournelle, ce qui permet de faire le pont entre tous les événements que la narratrice a connus et qu'elle relate avec beaucoup d'esprit, de finesse : sa naissance au Vietnam pendant la guerre, sa fuite avec les boat people, son accueil dans une petite ville du Québec, ses études,...

Mãn has three mothers: the one who gives birth to her in wartime, the nun who plucks her from a vegetable garden, and her beloved Maman, who becomes a spy to survive. Seeking security for her grown daughter, Maman finds Mãn a husband - a lonely Vietnamese restaurateur who lives in Montreal. Thrown into a new world, Mãn discovers her natural talent as a chef. Gracefully she practices her art, with food as her medium. She and her husband seem to drift along, respectfully and dutifully. But when she encounters a married chef in Paris, everything changes in the instant of a fleeting touch....

Emma-Jade and Louis are born into the havoc of the Vietnam War. Orphaned, saved and cared for by adults coping with the chaos of Saigon in free-fall, they become children of the Vietnamese diaspora. Em is not a romance in any usual sense of the word, but it is a word whose homonym—aimer, to love—resonates in every minute, a book powered by love in the larger sense. A portrait of Vietnamese identity emerges that is wholly remarkable, honed in wartime violence that borders on genocide, and then by the ingenuity, sheer grit, and intelligence of Vietnamese people.

Em, c’est le fifil qui relie les ouvriers des plantations de caoutchouc et les femmes des salons de manucure aux orphelins de l’opération Babylift, qui a évacué des enfants de Saigon en 1975. Em, c’est celle qui aime.

In the midst of war, an ordinary miracle: an abandoned baby tenderly cared for by a young boy living on the streets of Saigon. The boy is Louis, the child of a long-gone American soldier. Louis calls the baby em Hồng, em meaning "little sister," or "beloved." Even though her cradle is nothing more than a cardboard box, em Hồng's life holds every possibility.

Mon prénom, Bào Vi, illustrait l'intention de mes parents de "protéger la plus petite". Si l'on traduit littéralement, je suis "Précieuse minuscule microscopique". Comme dans la plupart des cas au Vietnam, je n'ai pas su être à l'image de mon nom. Souvent, les filles qui s'appellent "Blanche" ou "Neige" ont le teint très foncé, et les garçons nommés "Puissance" ou "Fort" craignent les grandes épreuves. Quant à moi, je grandissais sans cesse, dépassant de loin la moyenne et, du même élan, me projetant en dehors des normes.

The youngest of four children and the only girl, Vi was given a name that meant "precious, tiny one", destined to be cosseted and protected, the family's little treasure. Daughter of an enterprising mother and a wealthy, spoiled father who never had to grow up, the Vietnam War destroys the life they've known. Vi, along with her mother and brothers, manages to escape - but her father stays behind, leaving a painful void as the rest of the family must make a new life for themselves in Canada.

Cet ouvrage propose une description unique du TSA (trouble du spectre de l’autisme) en soulignant qu’un cerveau autiste est différent d’un cerveau neurotypique, qu’il est connecté autrement et qu’il ne traite pas les informations de la même manière.