Stealing Buddha's Dinner served up a string of morsels reminiscent of my own memories of the 70's and 80's, and I had fun partaking of the nostalgia for the culture (or un-culture) of the time. There were other flavors too, ones with which I was unacquainted, from Vietnamese culture. By intermingling the two types of sensations, the author gave this Western reader a new perspective on her own society as well as a peak into a foreign one.
The story is a sad one on many levels, but the writing is done so poignantly that the telling of the story becomes its own vindication.
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