by NGUYỄN MAI [19.06.1972]
The young author Ngô Thế Vinh lives in a modest house, in the Hòa Hưng suburb. It has a difficult to locate street address -- not because it has many sub numbers -- but because the first number in the address belongs to a house that does not lead to a side street.
It is at that difficult-to-locate house that Ngô Thế Vinh greets me by the side of a small desk, on which the writing instruments consist of nothing else but a portable typewriter (problaby his faithful companion during his travel all over the tri-border region, during the cross-border into Cambodia, and who knows where else —considering that he is a physician attached to the Airborne Ranger Group) a piece of pencil, and a large cup still showing coffee dregs at the bottom. To be honest, when the editor-in-chief gave me Ngô Thế Vinh’s address, I imagined meeting him at a doctor’s office or at least a living room in a luxurious house. The “super artist” atmosphere in which we meet, fortunately, helps set the tone for an open and intimate exchange.