Author Khanh Ha: October 2015

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Size-Twelve Boots

Have mercy on the younger generation. Yes, Mamma. I remember those words you said in a letter. One hot afternoon here in IV Corps in the Mekong Delta, I stood watching the Viet Cong prisoners sitting in rows under the sun and none in the shade. Sitting on their haunches, blindfolded with a swathe of cloth over their eyes. Their shirts were torn, their black shorts soiled, their legs skinny. Most of them looked no older than seventeen, like those faces in junior high schools back home. [VietNow National Magazine, 2015]

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Finalist of The William Faulkner – William Wisdom Creative Writing

KHANH HA's novella,“Mrs. Rossi’s Dream” from his new novel “In The U Minh Forest” (presently with his agent) is the finalist of The William Faulkner – William Wisdom Creative Writing novella category. An excerpt of the novella will be published early next year in The Double Dealer, the annual literary journal of the Pirate’s Alley Faulkner Society.

This novella was sought after earlier this year by Amazon Kindle Singles, its New York-based editors having expressed enthusiasm in launching it as a Kindle Singles.

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Then there was the bad weather. It would come in one day when the fall was over. You would have to shut the windows in the night against the rain and the cold wind would strip the leaves from the trees in the Place Contrescarpe. The leaves lay sodden in the rain and the wind drove the rain against the big green autobus at the terminal and the Café des Amateurs was crowded and the windows misted over from the heat and the smoke inside. It was a sad, evilly run café where the drunkards of the quarter crowded together and I kept away from it because of the smell of dirty bodies and the sour smell of drunkenness. The men and women who frequented the Amateurs stayed drunk all of the time or all of the time they could afford it; mostly on wine which they bought by the half-liter or liter. Many strangely named apéritifs were advertised, but few people could afford them except as a foundation to build their wine drunks on. The women drunkards were called poivrottes which meant female rummies.

The Café des Amateurs was the cesspool of the rue Mouffetard, that wonderful narrow crowded market street which led into the Place Contrescarpe. The squat toilets of the old apartment houses, one by the side of the stairs on each floor with two cleated cement shoe-shaped elevations on each side of the aperture so a locataire would not slip, emptied into cesspools which were emptied by pumping into horse-drawn tank wagons at night. In the summer time, with all windows open, you would hear the pumping and the odor was very strong. The tank wagons were painted brown and saffron color and in the moonlight when they worked the rue Cardinal Lemoine their wheeled, horse-drawn cylinders looked like Braque paintings. No one emptied the Café des Amateurs though, and its yellowed poster stating the terms and penalties of the law against public drunkenness was as flyblown and disregarded as its clients were constant and ill-smelling.

All of the sadness of the city came suddenly with the first cold rains of winter, and there were no more tops to the high white houses as you walked but only the wet blackness of the street and the closed doors of the small shops, the herb sellers, the stationery and the newspaper shops, the midwife—second class—and the hotel where Verlaine had died where you had a room on the top floor where you worked.

—Ernest Hemingway (A Good Café on the Place St.-Michel)

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Size-Twelve Boots

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Finalist of The William Faulkner – William Wisdom Creative Writing

Mrs. Rossi's Dream (Release: March 31, 2019. The Permanent Press)

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