The Sympathizer: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction)

Besides my conscience, my liver was the most abused part of my body.

our fecund little country no longer produced significant amounts of rice, rubber, and tin, cultivating

Whatever people say about the General today, I can only testify that he was a sincere man who believed in everything he said, even if it was a lie, which makes him not so different from most.

Home is overrated, he said. Easy for him to say when his father and mother got along reasonably well,

holding up his end of the bargain as the last fig leaf of his dignity.

Svengalis who had hypnotized our northern brethren and some

Although every country thought itself superior in its own way, was there ever a country that coined so many “super” terms from the federal bank of its narcissism,

the invisible hand of the market should wear the kid glove of socialism.

Not only did Dr. Hedd have a measure of both, he also possessed an English accent, which affected Americans the way a dog whistle stimulated canines. I was immune to the accent, not having been colonized by the English, and I was determined to hold my own in this impromptu seminar.