The Best We Could Do was a nostalgic and reflective piece of art that not only showcased the writer’s connection to her heritage, but an emotional understanding that shows real life character growth. In and of itself that is highly impressive. So few people ever truly try to think what it is like to be a parent in a difficult situation. More often than not they face the blame for the problems when in actuality it was the best they could.
Examining the book, I found a clear drawing styles influenced by Eastern artistic styles. The background was faded hues of red and white typically and it actually aroused my curiosity. This book had such a beautiful art style, I found it hard to imagine that the artist’s skills were limited to only drawing people. To that end I actually did research on the meaning of colors in the Vietnamese culture. I remembered from a few readings that different colors have different meanings in different cultures.
For example, in typical American culture black is usually seen as a dark color denoting bad things, like death or darkness. Ancient Egyptians actually viewed black as a good color, representing fertile soil, good for growing crops. In turn, red was a bad color, representing chaos. So it stood to reason that the Vietnamese had their own ideas about what certain colors meant.
Turns out I was right. In Vietnam the color red was symbolic for happiness, love, luck, celebration. And white meant purity, death, the end. I would like to imagine that Thi Bui meant the background to represent love and purity, perhaps reflecting the innocence of childhood and the naivete that comes along with it. It could also mean a celebration of the end, considering that this was the culmination of a lifelong journey to understand her mother.
Similarly the way the colors are used is unique. Blended together, almost as though they are in a dream. Or alternatively, a memory. That would make more sense story wise. We can’t remember ever single detail from every single day or moment in our lives. Usually we just remember a rough estimate of when it was in our lives and how we felt during that time. That would lend credence to the former idea that the colors denoted purity and love. Thi’s memories were of a time in her life when she felt those things.
Ultimately though, The Best We Could Do was about understanding what it meant to be a parent. To me it seemed the message was that it is okay to be a child, but at a certain point one must grow up and take into consideration the feelings and needs of others. If you don’t then you are simply being selfish. In essence, childhood is the only time in a person’s life when being selfish is excusable, due to their lack of understanding of how the world works. And it brings a certain clarity to the book for Thi, who is now a mother herself.





