Although this book tells an important and often forgotten story of the Cambodian genocide, it did not make a lasting impression on me. The writing was not particularly skillful and it often occurred to that the author must have been ESL. I then realized that the story was being told through his son, who has no such excuse. The dialogue was the worst part. It felt entirely unnatural.
This book did not include my favorite hallmark of a memoir, the conveyance of the wisdom of experience. The wisdom I received could be summed up as, "The Cambodian genocide was hard to go through."
I will say, as someone who has often resented the rich, that it was enlightening to see such thorough hatred of the business class, especially when combined with xenophobia against Chinese immigrants and Muslims.
The cover is also really pretty and this was a quick read that was hard to put down.
I don't really understand the title choice, beyond the idea that nagas are mythical creatures that symbolize prosperity and referenced a couple times throughout the book.
This book did not include my favorite hallmark of a memoir, the conveyance of the wisdom of experience. The wisdom I received could be summed up as, "The Cambodian genocide was hard to go through."
I will say, as someone who has often resented the rich, that it was enlightening to see such thorough hatred of the business class, especially when combined with xenophobia against Chinese immigrants and Muslims.
The cover is also really pretty and this was a quick read that was hard to put down.
I don't really understand the title choice, beyond the idea that nagas are mythical creatures that symbolize prosperity and referenced a couple times throughout the book.