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Memories of a Pure Spring Memories of a Pure Spring Novels by Duong Thu Huong Memories of a translated into English; Paradise oj the Blind Pure Spring Novel Without a Name Memories o_f a Pure Spring Duong Thu Huong Translated from the Vietnamese by Nina McPherson and Phan Huy Duong HYPERION EAST Nev* York Novels by Duong Thu Huong Memories of a translated into English; Paradise oj the Blind Pure Spring Novel Without a Name Memories o_f a Pure Spring Duong Thu Huong Translated from the Vietnamese by Nina McPherson and Phan Huy Duong HYPERION EAST Nev* York CiOcy Nina McPherson wi^s to thank the author for all her generous help in Memories of a discussing the work and answering questions regarding the translation. The translation is from the original Vietnamese manuscript and has been edited with the author's permission. Pure Spring Copyright © 2000 Duong Thu Huong English translation copyright © 1999 by Nina McPherson and Phan Huy Duong All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the Publisher. Printed in the United States of America. For information address: Hyperion, 77 West 66th Street, New York, New York 10023-6298. Designed by Ruth Lee Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Duong, Thu Huong. Memories of a pure spring ! Duong Thu Huong ; translated from Vietnamese by Nina McPherson and Phan Huy Duong. p. cm. ISBN 0-7868-6581-4 I. Title. PL4378.9.D79 2000 895.9'22334—dc21 99-41340 CIP FIRST EDITION 10 98765432 I CiOcy Nina McPherson wi^s to thank the author for all her generous help in Memories of a discussing the work and answering questions regarding the translation. The translation is from the original Vietnamese manuscript and has been edited with the author's permission. Pure Spring Copyright © 2000 Duong Thu Huong English translation copyright © 1999 by Nina McPherson and Phan Huy Duong All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the Publisher. Printed in the United States of America. For information address: Hyperion, 77 West 66th Street, New York, New York 10023-6298. Designed by Ruth Lee Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Duong, Thu Huong. Memories of a pure spring ! Duong Thu Huong ; translated from Vietnamese by Nina McPherson and Phan Huy Duong. p. cm. ISBN 0-7868-6581-4 I. Title. PL4378.9.D79 2000 895.9'22334—dc21 99-41340 CIP FIRST EDITION 10 98765432 I Vinh stood motionless, his heart pounding. The pale gray of his elder sister’s face deepened by the minute, turning to violet. The rustle of white uniforms, the antiseptic smell mingled with the pungent stench of sick people lying around him; this suffocating atmosphere transfixed him. Vinh could barely breathe. His temples pounded, a relentless cadence, like the beating of a drum that transported him back, twelve years earlier, to his father’s funeral. “Who is the patient’s family here?” i<T 1 am. “Brother... or husband?” Two opaque eyes, as cold as those of a fish, looked up from under a pair of glasses. The long, frail face of the nurse reminded Vinh of someone he had once met but couldn’t recall. “Younger brother.” “Where is the patient’s father?” “My father is dead.” “And the husband?” “He’s ... also dead.” The nurse looked at him again, suspicion flashing across her silvery 3 Vinh stood motionless, his heart pounding. The pale gray of his elder sister’s face deepened by the minute, turning to violet. The rustle of white uniforms, the antiseptic smell mingled with the pungent stench of sick people lying around him; this suffocating atmosphere transfixed him. Vinh could barely breathe. His temples pounded, a relentless cadence, like the beating of a drum that transported him back, twelve years earlier, to his father’s funeral. “Who is the patient’s family here?” i<T 1 am. “Brother... or husband?” Two opaque eyes, as cold as those of a fish, looked up from under a pair of glasses. The long, frail face of the nurse reminded Vinh of someone he had once met but couldn’t recall. “Younger brother.” “Where is the patient’s father?” “My father is dead.” “And the husband?” “He’s ... also dead.” The nurse looked at him again, suspicion flashing across her silvery 3
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