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The Opening
Lockdown photography has a look we have all seen too much of: the empty street, the window, the sky. Davis had no choice but to shoot that way, and he lets you feel the choice being taken from him. Once the first interlude locks the door, the spreads live mostly on the roof. You look out from the penthouse over red tile toward a green ridge, you look down from the ledge at a street with one parked car, you look at the sunset because the sunset is what there is. Then the doors open, the road opens, and the pictures go with them. Here is a year and a half in Vietnam, 2020 to 2021, told one photograph and one short passage at a time.
The Long Read
The format is strict and I mostly love it. Pictures sit on the left page, one frame or two stacked, inside clean white margins. Words sit on the right: a chapter line, a headline in capitals, a small italic caption giving place and month, a passage from the memoir, and then a single line set off below it in italic, like the last chord of a song. The copyright page says every photograph is by the author and every word is drawn verbatim from his memoir Across the Quiet Earth, with ellipses marking cuts. The book follows the memoir's five parts, from The Doors Close to The Long Way Home, and each of the 89 chapters in the contents gets at least one spread, with four Da Nang interludes between them. For a book about waiting, plain chronology is the right call.
The best pairings are the ones where the picture proves the passage. The interlude headed We Were Locked In tells you the landlords rolled down the metal storm door; across the gutter, the top frame shows that shutter behind a glass door, motorbikes parked inside, nowhere to go. In Chapter 5 the caption promises the empty street below, and from up high we get exactly that: one rider in a conical hat pedaling a near-empty road under a tangle of wires. At Cai Rang (Chapter 23) the passage describes seeing the floating market's name on a bridge, and the photograph is that bridge, the sign spelled out against the sky, with a loaded boat below.
Davis also has a feel for the frame that turns away from the spectacle. In Hue the golden dragon in the Forbidden City (Chapter 33) gets two angles: once full on, then from behind its shoulder, so you see what the headline calls a guardian looking out at the grass and the long roofs. On the facing page for A Place Beyond Time (Chapter 54) a man in a red shirt bends over a length of timber, and the passage beside it remembers the sound of a saw in a father’s hand. No one is posing. Good.
The text carries a photographer's eye too, and the book knows it. In Da Lat, Davis watches Luan stop to admire a dandelion and writes: "I took a picture of the dandelion, as I knew that when I looked back at my camera roll, the dandelion picture would bring back this thought." (Chapter 20, p. 79). That is the thesis of this volume: memory triggers first, compositions second.
The quiet chapters are where it soars. Liberation Day (Chapter 6) is captioned simply as the street below the rooftop at night, and its passage turns on the line "Wafting in the air from the street below was the laughter of children playing." (Chapter 6, p. 29). Chapter 50 sets the morning after Typhoon Vamco against a wide, empty plaza under broken white cloud, a bridge's golden dragon arches on the horizon, and the passage's pull line: "The world outside was quiet." (Chapter 50, p. 189). I wanted wreckage; the book gives you stillness, the braver choice. Late in the book, the Dragon Bridge spread (Chapter 89) is shot through a car window, thin heater lines across the glass and a seat back in the corner of the frame. The book carries you on through the trip home, and I will leave the rest of the road to you.
Pull Quote
It’s always a different perspective seeing the world without glass in front of you: sounds, smells, the feel of the wind against your skin.
This is the pull line under the Hoi An sunset, the image on our page here, and it reads as the book's quiet confession. The lockdown pictures that follow are almost all taken from behind something: a ledge, a window, a shutter. Before the doors close, Davis gets one evening at the river with nothing between him and the light, and the colors open up. Then, at the very end of Da Nang, the glass comes back, heater lines and all.
Hits & Misses
Hits
The sequencing. After the interlude locks the door, rooftop after rooftop makes you feel the lockdown in your legs, and the release into the road chapters lands like a door kicked open. The fish sellers in Chapter 2, seated on low stools by basins of the day's catch, some faces masked, are a crowd before the doors close, and the passage beside them ends "So, for now, we wait." (Chapter 2, p. 15).
The honesty of the snapshot. These are a traveler's pictures, not a studio's, and the book never pretends otherwise. Chapter 57's spread of a shuttered street on the second day of Tet names the whole method in its own passage: "A whole story in a single still frame." (Chapter 57, p. 215). When the picture and the passage agree on what matters, the spread sings.
Misses
The template never blinks. Every spread I turned to keeps the same layout, the same white margins, the same one or two frames per page. One full bleed across the gutter for the Thu Bon at nightfall, or for the Long Son Buddha (Chapter 64) against its clouds, would have given the eye somewhere to rest and something to gasp at.
Some captions promise what the frame does not deliver. Chapter 1's caption names the penthouse and its rooftop patio, but both pictures show the view from the roof, not the patio itself; you wait for Chapter 4 to see the rooftop garden. The first interlude is headed Da Nang, March 2020, while its own caption line says April 2020. A few frames, like the crowded fish-market shot, lean on the passage to do the work. In a photo book the caption is part of the picture.
Field Notes
- Best spread for a first look: Chapter 4, The View Grows. A hazy rooftop view to the Lady Buddha on the ridge over a looking-down shot of the rooftop garden, turf, potted plants and a hanging wicker chair. Inside and outside on one page.
- The pull lines are the secret weapon. Read only the italic lines in order and you get a second, shorter book.
The Verdict
A patient, honest picture book in which a locked-down city slowly opens, and the quietest frames carry the most weight.