One damned thing after another, said Henry Ford. Yes indeed that is what history is. Consider, in your despair, the alternative.
Bunk, Henry also observed. History is bunk. He had in mind the pap we peddle about discovery.
When he made his own history museum he assembled instead a village of old buildings he carted in. The inventor of the assembly line, the automobile, the tractor,
of the job that lets a man who works on the line buy the product, well one of their inventors, distrusted stories of governments, great men, and heads of state.
Right on. But Henry knew only English and lived only in the United States. He might rather have enjoyed a history of our country written by someone from far away, sojourning in 2 more countries.
Once again I address Christopher Goscha's history from Canada and France of Viet Nam. One thing after another, the way it has to be, but not the bunk. Chris like Henry was a farm boy.
When you read one of these Viet Nam letters I write about reading a third party you fulfill our purpose here at Viet Nam Literature Project. Thank you.
Should you support these readings at $50/year or the writing at $250/year we will appreciate it.
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One damned thing after another, said Henry Ford. Yes indeed that is what history is. Consider, in your despair, the alternative.
Bunk, Henry also observed. History is bunk. He had in mind the pap we peddle about discovery.
When he made his own history museum he assembled instead a village of old buildings he carted in. The inventor of the assembly line, the automobile, the tractor,
of the job that lets a man who works on the line buy the product, well one of their inventors, distrusted stories of governments, great men, and heads of state.
Right on. But Henry knew only English and lived only in the United States. He might rather have enjoyed a history of our country written by someone from far away, sojourning in 2 more countries.
Once again I address Christopher Goscha's history from Canada and France of Viet Nam. One thing after another, the way it has to be, but not the bunk. Chris like Henry was a farm boy.
When you read one of these Viet Nam letters I write about reading a third party you fulfill our purpose here at Viet Nam Literature Project. Thank you.
Should you support these readings at $50/year or the writing at $250/year we will appreciate it.