Từ kẻ thất nghiệp bị người thân và người đời khinh bỉ, Phúc Trúng số độc đắc được mọi người kính trọng. Quả đúng như câu châm ngôn “Có tiền mua tiên cũng được”. Phúc nhận thức rằng:

Xưa kia, lúc còn nghèo, anh tưởng loài người tuy vậy cũng khá. Bây giờ, giàu rồi, anh càng thấy loài người dã man. Thật thế, chẳng một đứa nào ra gì, vì đứa nào cũng chỉ… tiền! Anh thấy những người tử tế, có lòng nhân đức, đều là ngu dại, lại đáng thương hơn cả những kẻ được họ làm phúc cho!

Đề tài về tiền thì kể hoài cũng không bao giờ hết. Thú vị của quyển tiểu thuyết này là nhà văn Vũ Trọng Phụng đã đem vào một số câu tục ngữ như “Con giun xéo mãi cũng quằn” hoặc “Ếch nằm đáy giếng, coi trời bằng vung”.

When Dan Cederholm announced his first typeface, he had moved on from web design into type design. I was a bit sad and nostalgic. I learned web design, CSS techniques in particular, from reading Dan’s books. In Twenty Bits I Learned Making Websites, Dan shared his “little slice of web design history” and revealed some hints about leaving web design behind. The part about him not getting HTML is a bit baffled to me, but I understand his other reasons. Modern web design requires too many tools and frameworks. That’s why I am an old-school web designer who still crafts websites by hand from scratch and not relying on pre-packaged sites. Well, thanks Dan for all the knowledge you have shared and best of luck on your new endeavors.

In this short, concise book, Dan Cederholm shares his experience and some tips on designing types. Dan has always been a self-taught learner. That was how he learned web design and now type design. As a result, his approach is less intimidating and more approachable to kickstart a type design journey. This book, which has 18 bits not 20, is a quick, digestible read. It’s inspiring, but not enough motivation for me to begin making fonts yet. I don’t think I ever will.

Trong bài viết cho The New York Times, Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai đề cập tới quyển tiểu thuyết Dumb Luck của Vũ Trọng Phụng. Tháng trước đứa cháu gái qua Việt Nam chơi và đã mua quyển sách này và cháu cho tôi mượn đọc. Sau khi đọc xong lời giới thiệu khá dài của Peter Zinoman, trong đó ông có nói về cách dịch sách sang tiếng Anh, tôi lại nghĩ tại sao phải đọc sách dịch mà không đọc sách nguyên bản của tác giả? Tôi tìm được quyển sách tiếng Việt trong thư viện ở khu tôi ở nên mượn ngay về đọc.

Phải công nhận rằng Vũ Trọng Phụng là một nhà văn đi trước thời của ông. Số Đỏ phát hành 87 năm trước mà nội dung chẳng những không bị cũ kỹ mà vẫn còn hấp dẫn. Giữa văn minh và lạc hậu, giữa giàu và nghèo, giữa trí thức và hạ lưu, giữa tình nghĩa và tình dục (giữa tuổi dậy thì và lúc sắp về già), ông viết rất thoáng. Chẳng hạn như đoạn ông viết về nhân vật cụ Hồng

Xưa kia, cụ là một ông Phán. Sau khi hưu trí, nghiệm rằng cụ đã giúp nước phò vua trong 30 năm tròn. Nhà nước bèn ân thưởng cho cụ cái Hồng lô hiếu khanh. Cụ đã là một người dân bảo hộ trung thành, một viên chức gương mẫu, một người cha nhân từ vì sợ sệt và vâng lời con cái như một người nô lệ. Cụ lại còn nghiện thuốc phiện nữa, điều ấy mới thật tỏ ra cụ hoàn toàn là người Việt Nam.

Tôi thưởng thức tác phẩm này của ông và sẽ tìm đọc những tác phẩm khác.

The third edition has expanded to include more grid-design examples for inspiration. I enjoyed flipping through the book, especially the breaking section. I wanted to read the text too, but I find the grid typeface to be quite distracting. The choppy letters (with ink traps) make it hard for the eyes to follow. I wish the typesetting was more reading-friendly.

I am picking poetry reading again. Marilyn Chin’s sixth collection is powerful and fearless. I like her takes on politics, particularly on “B-Side Warning.” It’s a perfect read in a rainy day.

Mai Nguyễn’s debut novel is a love letter to Vietnamese-immigrant nail technicians everywhere. The stories in the salon are filled with drama, laughter, and love. Her writing is beautiful, especially when she plays around with Vietnamese proverbs, such as: “When you’re poor, money becomes thicker than blood.” It was a pleasure read.

My reading pace had been slow. A 250-page memoir should only take me a few days or a week to finish. Beth Nguyễn’s Owner of a Lonely Heart took me two weeks not because it wasn’t engaging, but because I was distracted with other projects and priorities. The last two days I was determined to focus on it and I just couldn’t put it down.

Ms. Nguyễn’s memoir is so real and relatable, in particular her story as an immigrant from Việt Nam. I love the story of her name. Like her, I changed my name from Doanh to Donny because I got tired of correcting people butchering it. In recent years, I have been wondering if I should change it back to show that I have not been Americanized. After reading Beth’s story, however, I’ll stay with it. It’s just a name, as she points out, “… it doesn’t change my past, my family, our lives as refugees in the United States.”

Ms. Nguyễn writes about the complicated relationship with her mothers as well as her relationship with her own kids. Even though she married a white guy, she still recognizes who she is. She writes:

All my life I have felt like an imposter daughter, an imposter Vietnamese, an imposter American, and often an imposter mother, failing and disappointing, an unreliable narrator. When does a refugee stop being a refugee? The answer is in the question itself, forever unanswerable.

I also appreciate her realness on motherhood. She confesses:

Here is a thing that I have never said or admitted because it sounds fucked up: every year my children get older feels like such a relief, not just because every year feels like a gain in their health and growth, but also because it feels like every extra year means they will be okay because they will be old enough, and getting older enough, to bear it if something terrible happens. One of the reasons early childhood, and thus early motherhood, is so terrifying is that we are always thinking about danger, worrying about safety and loss. What is worse, the fear of losing your children or the fear of your children losing you? And if your children lost you, would you live enough in their minds? What if they forget, and thus lose you?

This memoir speaks to me in various aspects and her prose is so damn good. I am so glad to see more and more Vietnamese-American writers making it. Whether fiction or nonfiction, I am seeking out Vietnamese-American authors to read.

In writing this brief review, I decided to leave out the diacritics on the author’s name because I can’t even guess his last name. Sure, his first name is Cường, but his last name could be Lư or Lữ. I couldn’t find any reference to his name. That said, let’s get to the book.

Cuong Lu who was a longtime student of Thích Nhật Hạnh is picking up where his teacher left off. He writes about Buddhist psychology with concise prose and clarity. Happiness Is Overrated is insightful and practical. What strikes me the most is how happiness and suffering are close to each other. The book itself is super short. It can be read in one sitting. If I have to choose one chapter from the book, it has to be chapter 5, which titled “True Wealth.” I am just going to quote the entire chapter here so I can refer back to later on. Cuong Lu:

We all want to be happy. We think happiness is the answer to every kind of suffering. Just be happy in the here and now, and everything will be fine. I wish life were that simple. But it isn’t. Your happiness, for example, can be the suffering of someone else. We need to see ourselves in others, too. If we don’t care about the suffering of others, that is not true happiness.

When we only think about ourselves, there are many things we can do to make ourselves happy. When we think about others, there are many things we can do to help them be happy. Sometimes, though, we need to choose. We only have one treat, and we have to choose. We can choose to eat it, or we can choose to give it to someone else. Sometimes we want to have it for ourselves, and yet we give. We’re not 100 percent happy, but at a deeper level you can’t overestimate the joy of giving and helping. Facing these choices is part of the journey to discovering the meaning of your life.

You are more than you think. Others are also you. When you respect others, you’re respecting yourself. When you love others, you are loving yourself. When you help others, you are helping yourself. But when you’re happy and others are suffering, your happiness is incomplete. When you’re rich and others are poor, something is wrong. We need to share. And we need to share our happiness with those who are suffering. Only by sharing can we be truly happy. Only by sharing can we be truly wealthy. There’s no way to be rich in spirit without giving and sharing.

The more you give, the richer you become. Sharing is an art. If you’re rich and don’t know how to share, you are still a poor person. If you are happy and don’t know how to make others happy, you are suffering. Taking care of yourself is not enough. You need to learn to take care of others. Happiness is not only in the here and now. Future generations are in us. We need to work for the happiness of future generations; then we’ll be happy.

In the Lotus Sutra, there is a story of two friends who met each other after many years apart. One had become rich, the other poor. After a dinner with a lot of alcohol, the poor friend fell soundly asleep, and the wealthy friend, before leaving, sewed a diamond inside the lining of his friend’s jacket. Many years later when they met again, the poor friend was still poor. He never realized that he had a gem inside his jacket.

This is not a story about wealth. The gem is a metaphor for your true self. You have a diamond in you. You don’t have to search for it; it’s already yours. Happiness and suffering are both yours, as is the wisdom of knowing how precious life is. With this wisdom, we know how to love one another and protect life.

Clark’s writing is concise and he keeps each chapter to several pages. Nevertheless, I could not finish the book. Maybe I am not the right audience for this type of book. He has good information on public writing. I am not a public writer. I am just a blogger.