This book just didn't put me anywhere close to the people the author was trying to help me understand. It was like going to a play where all the action happened off stage. The jumping between the authors three trips to vietnam on which this book was anchored was infuriating and hard to follow (which decade am I in now ?) I so wanted to understand but the book was full of walk on chameo parts that added only slightly to the scene. The letters and exerts from earlier and other books made this feel like a cut and paste job. One positive note is that it has piqued my interest to read "The quiet american" by Graham Greene.