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The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Oscar is a sweet but disastrously overweight ghetto nerd who—from the New Jersey home he shares with his old world mother and rebellious sister—dreams of becoming the Dominican J.R.R. Tolkien and, most of all, finding love. But Oscar may never get what he wants. Blame the fukú—a curse that has haunted Oscar's family for generations, following them on their epic journey from Santo Domingo to the USA. Encapsulating Dominican-American history, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao opens our eyes to an astonishing vision of the contemporary American experience and explores the endless human capacity to persevere—and risk it all—in the name of love.
354 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 6, 2007
About the author
Junot Díaz
30 books7,120 followersJunot Díaz was born in the Dominican Republic and raised in New Jersey. He is the author of the critically acclaimed Drown; The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, which won the 2008 Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Critics Circle Award; and This Is How You Lose Her, a New York Times bestseller and National Book Award finalist. He is the recipient of a MacArthur “Genius” Fellowship, PEN/Malamud Award, Dayton Literary Peace Prize, Guggenheim Fellowship, and PEN/O. Henry Award. A graduate of Rutgers College, Díaz is currently the fiction editor at Boston Review and the Rudge and Nancy Allen Professor of Writing at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
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February 16, 2009
How this book won the Pulitzer Prize AND the National Book Critics Circle is beyond me. It's terrible. Here's the review I wrote when it came out. I stand by this completely. If someone says they read this and liked it, punch them in the throat. (I'm kidding, naturally.)
Review of Junot Diaz’s first novel, “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao,” published Oct. 7, 2007
Imagine, if you will, that seven years after publishing "The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber," Ernest Hemingway decided to expand his well-known short story into a 350-page novel. Imagine if, before Macomber is "accidentally" shot by his wife on that safari, Hemingway decided to pad the narrative with a couple hundred pages about Macomber's mother, sister, and grandfather -- tangents that only serve to betray the proper focus of the story, its title, and the reader's trust.
That, in short, is what Junot Diaz has done with "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" (Riverhead Books, $24.95) -- a short story he wrote for the New Yorker in 2000, and which, in novel form, devotes more pages to the title character's extended family (and it's so-called curse or fuku) than it does to the fat, girl-challenged nerdy writer who loves “The Lord of the Rings" trilogy and aspires to be the Dominican Tolkien.
Diaz, now 38, burst on the literary scene in 1996 with his well-received collection of short stories, "Drown," which critics and readers both loved. I've been meaning to read it for some time, and when I learned he was coming out with a novel, I figured the timing was perfect: I'd sample his lone collection of short stories, get a flavor for his style, and then progress to the novel. Unfortunately, the library's sole copy has been checked out for weeks, so I didn't get to read "Drown" before experiencing "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao," which happens to be one of the most erratic, ill-conceived and annoying books I've ever encountered.
The book begins with short-lived promise. We meet dorky Oscar as a high school sophomore living in Paterson, N.J., with his mother, Belicia; his sister, Lola; and his heroin-addicted uncle, who plays a minor, insignificant role. The mother had been born in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, but immigrated to the United States in the early 1960s. The kids' father, whom she met on the plane to the states, took off a long time ago, and the story of his flight from domesticity is about the only case of love-gone-bad that isn't described in excruciating detail in this book.
Crazy love is the family's curse or fuku, which is the superstitious element of magical realism that threads through the novel.
"No matter what its name or provenance, it is believed that the arrival of Europeans on Hispaniola unleashed the fuku on the world, and we've all been in the (bleep) ever since," says the sometime narrator, Yunior, the onetime boyfriend of Oscar's sister, whose name and identity won't be revealed until halfway through the book, and for no other reason than Diaz wants to torture his readers. (That's the only reason I could glean, anyway.)
So, Oscar's personal fuku is that he loves girls, but they don't love him. And basically, they don't love him because he doesn't look like Enrique Iglesias. To hear Diaz tell it, Oscar's the only Dominican who doesn't.
"Had none of the Higher Powers of your typical Dominican male, couldn't have pulled a girl if his life depended on it. Couldn't play sports for (bleep), dominoes, was beyond uncoordinated, threw a ball like a girl. Had no knack for music or business or dance, no hustle, no rap, no G. And most damning of all: no looks. He wore his semi-kink hair in a Puerto Rican afro, rocked enormous Section 8 glasses…sported an unappealing trace of mustache on his upper lip and possessed a pair of close-set eyes that made him look somewhat retarded."
Yunior goes on, "Perhaps if he'd been like me he'd been able to hide his otakuness maybe (bleep) would have been easier for him, but he couldn't. Dude wore his nerdiness like a Jedi wore his light saber or a Lensman her lens. Couldn't have passed for Normal if he'd wanted to."
At this point, we don't who the narrator is or what his relationship to Oscar might be. Truthfully, wanting to know does help drag the reader through the novel. But learning the identity isn't ultimately rewarding; it's annoying.
Early on, the forward momentum of the novel stalls and the narrative flashes back in time and focuses on Lola, the sister, and how she ran away from home in the 1990s; and then to the mother, Belicia, and how she was a star-crossed lover herself in the Dominican Republic. The mother's section of the book lasts 90 pages and covers the years 1955-1962. A wise reader would have quit the 335-page book at this point, because "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" had morphed into "The Bloated Family Background of Oscar Wao." But I read on, waiting for it to get better. Unfortunately, it never did, and the reasons seem clear.
Not only is the narrative timeline all over the place, but important information -- be it dialogue or exposition -- is often relayed in Spanish. Now, I took two semesters of the language in college and yet I had no idea what characters were saying in many parts, because context didn't lend hints. If Diaz is aiming this book towards a bilingual audience, then so be it. But how difficult would it have been to translate the Spanish in footnotes? The book is already rife with footnotes anyway, which mainly serve to explain the history of the brutal dictatorship of Trujillo in the Dominican Republic. Throw a gringo a bone.
In describing how Belicia, Oscar's mother, had developed a brash attitude as a teenager (while living in the Dominican Republic with her adoptive mother, La Inca), Diaz writes, "Those of you who have stood at the corner of 142nd and Broadway can guess what it was she spoke: the blunt, irreverent cant of the pueblo that gives all dominicanos cultos nightmares on their 400-thread-count sheets and that La Inca had assumed perished along with Beli's first life in Outer Azua, but here it was so alive, it was like it had never left: Oye, pariguayo, y que paso con esa esposa tuya? Gordo, no me digas que tu todavia tienes hambre."
Uh, no comprende, amigo?
A lack of Spanish skills won't be the only thing that keeps you from enjoying this book. Beyond its organizational problems, the literary devices in play -- the magical realism, the comic book references, and the fat, supposedly lovable title character -- make the book feel derivative of Jorge Luis Borges, Michael Chabon ("The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay"), and "A Confederacy of Dunces."
Towards the end of the novel, Yunior, the narrator, is describing Oscar's last great love, a semi-retired prostitute named Ybon. He says, "I know I've thrown a lot of fantasy and sci-fi in the mix but this is supposed to be a true account of the Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. Can't we believe that an Ybon can exist and that a brother like Oscar might be due a little luck after twenty-three years?
"This is your chance. If blue pill, continue. If red pill, return to the Matrix."
Too bad that offer came so late - on page 285. Do yourself a favor and take the red pill now. Return to the Matrix and don't read this book.
Review of Junot Diaz’s first novel, “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao,” published Oct. 7, 2007
Imagine, if you will, that seven years after publishing "The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber," Ernest Hemingway decided to expand his well-known short story into a 350-page novel. Imagine if, before Macomber is "accidentally" shot by his wife on that safari, Hemingway decided to pad the narrative with a couple hundred pages about Macomber's mother, sister, and grandfather -- tangents that only serve to betray the proper focus of the story, its title, and the reader's trust.
That, in short, is what Junot Diaz has done with "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" (Riverhead Books, $24.95) -- a short story he wrote for the New Yorker in 2000, and which, in novel form, devotes more pages to the title character's extended family (and it's so-called curse or fuku) than it does to the fat, girl-challenged nerdy writer who loves “The Lord of the Rings" trilogy and aspires to be the Dominican Tolkien.
Diaz, now 38, burst on the literary scene in 1996 with his well-received collection of short stories, "Drown," which critics and readers both loved. I've been meaning to read it for some time, and when I learned he was coming out with a novel, I figured the timing was perfect: I'd sample his lone collection of short stories, get a flavor for his style, and then progress to the novel. Unfortunately, the library's sole copy has been checked out for weeks, so I didn't get to read "Drown" before experiencing "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao," which happens to be one of the most erratic, ill-conceived and annoying books I've ever encountered.
The book begins with short-lived promise. We meet dorky Oscar as a high school sophomore living in Paterson, N.J., with his mother, Belicia; his sister, Lola; and his heroin-addicted uncle, who plays a minor, insignificant role. The mother had been born in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, but immigrated to the United States in the early 1960s. The kids' father, whom she met on the plane to the states, took off a long time ago, and the story of his flight from domesticity is about the only case of love-gone-bad that isn't described in excruciating detail in this book.
Crazy love is the family's curse or fuku, which is the superstitious element of magical realism that threads through the novel.
"No matter what its name or provenance, it is believed that the arrival of Europeans on Hispaniola unleashed the fuku on the world, and we've all been in the (bleep) ever since," says the sometime narrator, Yunior, the onetime boyfriend of Oscar's sister, whose name and identity won't be revealed until halfway through the book, and for no other reason than Diaz wants to torture his readers. (That's the only reason I could glean, anyway.)
So, Oscar's personal fuku is that he loves girls, but they don't love him. And basically, they don't love him because he doesn't look like Enrique Iglesias. To hear Diaz tell it, Oscar's the only Dominican who doesn't.
"Had none of the Higher Powers of your typical Dominican male, couldn't have pulled a girl if his life depended on it. Couldn't play sports for (bleep), dominoes, was beyond uncoordinated, threw a ball like a girl. Had no knack for music or business or dance, no hustle, no rap, no G. And most damning of all: no looks. He wore his semi-kink hair in a Puerto Rican afro, rocked enormous Section 8 glasses…sported an unappealing trace of mustache on his upper lip and possessed a pair of close-set eyes that made him look somewhat retarded."
Yunior goes on, "Perhaps if he'd been like me he'd been able to hide his otakuness maybe (bleep) would have been easier for him, but he couldn't. Dude wore his nerdiness like a Jedi wore his light saber or a Lensman her lens. Couldn't have passed for Normal if he'd wanted to."
At this point, we don't who the narrator is or what his relationship to Oscar might be. Truthfully, wanting to know does help drag the reader through the novel. But learning the identity isn't ultimately rewarding; it's annoying.
Early on, the forward momentum of the novel stalls and the narrative flashes back in time and focuses on Lola, the sister, and how she ran away from home in the 1990s; and then to the mother, Belicia, and how she was a star-crossed lover herself in the Dominican Republic. The mother's section of the book lasts 90 pages and covers the years 1955-1962. A wise reader would have quit the 335-page book at this point, because "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" had morphed into "The Bloated Family Background of Oscar Wao." But I read on, waiting for it to get better. Unfortunately, it never did, and the reasons seem clear.
Not only is the narrative timeline all over the place, but important information -- be it dialogue or exposition -- is often relayed in Spanish. Now, I took two semesters of the language in college and yet I had no idea what characters were saying in many parts, because context didn't lend hints. If Diaz is aiming this book towards a bilingual audience, then so be it. But how difficult would it have been to translate the Spanish in footnotes? The book is already rife with footnotes anyway, which mainly serve to explain the history of the brutal dictatorship of Trujillo in the Dominican Republic. Throw a gringo a bone.
In describing how Belicia, Oscar's mother, had developed a brash attitude as a teenager (while living in the Dominican Republic with her adoptive mother, La Inca), Diaz writes, "Those of you who have stood at the corner of 142nd and Broadway can guess what it was she spoke: the blunt, irreverent cant of the pueblo that gives all dominicanos cultos nightmares on their 400-thread-count sheets and that La Inca had assumed perished along with Beli's first life in Outer Azua, but here it was so alive, it was like it had never left: Oye, pariguayo, y que paso con esa esposa tuya? Gordo, no me digas que tu todavia tienes hambre."
Uh, no comprende, amigo?
A lack of Spanish skills won't be the only thing that keeps you from enjoying this book. Beyond its organizational problems, the literary devices in play -- the magical realism, the comic book references, and the fat, supposedly lovable title character -- make the book feel derivative of Jorge Luis Borges, Michael Chabon ("The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay"), and "A Confederacy of Dunces."
Towards the end of the novel, Yunior, the narrator, is describing Oscar's last great love, a semi-retired prostitute named Ybon. He says, "I know I've thrown a lot of fantasy and sci-fi in the mix but this is supposed to be a true account of the Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. Can't we believe that an Ybon can exist and that a brother like Oscar might be due a little luck after twenty-three years?
"This is your chance. If blue pill, continue. If red pill, return to the Matrix."
Too bad that offer came so late - on page 285. Do yourself a favor and take the red pill now. Return to the Matrix and don't read this book.
October 2, 2008
I want to know all about your family, your childhood, your grandparents, their childhood, etc, etc, I want to know where you lived, what food you ate, what games you played or didn't play. I want to know why this is important to you or that is not. Which is why I LOVED this book! Junot Diaz takes 300+ pages to tell a story about a boy that wants to be kissed and the kiss MATTERS because we know his family, we know his friends, we know their superstitions and their pains, and their loses and their survivals and by the time we get to page 339 we know why the kiss is so important.
Oscar goes on the short list of book characters that will stay with me forever.
Oscar goes on the short list of book characters that will stay with me forever.
October 17, 2022
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is a great coming-of-age tale about a boy who wished to grow up but just couldn’t… He just managed to grow older. And somehow I place this unusual novel between To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee and The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, and of course it has some sinister touch of The Comedians by Graham Greene to boot.
He was a captive of the trash culture and he lived under its curse – those who admire superheroes and worship supermen unavoidably turn their own lives into a despicable shit.
The changes that eventually changed his life were the truly fatal ones…
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is a tragic story.
However hard one tries one can’t win over one’s nature… One’s nature always wins.
In September he headed to Rutgers New Brunswick, his mother gave him a hundred dollars and his first kiss in five years, his tío a box of condoms: Use them all, he said, and then added: On girls. There was the initial euphoria of finding himself alone at college, free of everything, completely on his fucking own, and with it an optimism that here among these thousands of young people he would find someone like him. That, alas, didn’t happen. The white kids looked at his black skin and his afro and treated him with inhuman cheeriness. The kids of color, upon hearing him speak and seeing him move his body, shook their heads.
He was a captive of the trash culture and he lived under its curse – those who admire superheroes and worship supermen unavoidably turn their own lives into a despicable shit.
It’s never the changes we want that change everything.
The changes that eventually changed his life were the truly fatal ones…
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is a tragic story.
She would be a new person, she vowed. They said no matter how far a mule travels it can never come back a horse, but she would show them all.
However hard one tries one can’t win over one’s nature… One’s nature always wins.
October 11, 2019
Exhilarating. Brutal yet beautiful. Wao. I really enjoyed both the style and the story of this whirlwind of a novel by Junot Díaz. I can see why he got a Pulitzer and wonder if his other books are as fun to read. I think that Seven Killings was even more masterful, but Oscar delivers nearly as much gore and Caribbean corruption and historical facts as well. I especially enjoyed the footnotes. Writing any more about this book would certainly break my no spoilers rules so suffice it to say that this book was GREAT and I will be on the lookout for more Díaz fiction!
For more about Trujillo, his regime, his assassination, and the chaos that ensued (with a magnificent female protagonist Urania), don't miss Feast of the Goat by Nobel Laureate Mario Vargas Llosa - it is extraordinary!
For more about Trujillo, his regime, his assassination, and the chaos that ensued (with a magnificent female protagonist Urania), don't miss Feast of the Goat by Nobel Laureate Mario Vargas Llosa - it is extraordinary!
December 24, 2007
I bought Oscar Wao as a birthday gift for my mother in October based on scores of sterling reviews. She read it, gave it a mild thumbs-up (probably just being nice) and handed it off to me. Now having read it, I'm pretty mortified I thought this book would be something she might like.
The critical consensus seemed to be that Junot Diaz is a good writer, and he picked a good story to tell here in his first novel. But I found this book lacking on both counts. I found the writing lazy and unexpressive in many places. Granted, I have no Spanish-language background, so there were some important places in the novel where I couldn't get the total meaning of the sentences, but I thought Diaz's reliance on slang & colloquialism arose more out of laziness than from the narrative voice, which was often sloppy. There are multiple narrators and they mostly talk in the same voice, with the same elements of short humor & pithy street wisdom offered.
The story was just as diappointing. There were efforts made at epic storytelling here - tackling the Trujillo dictatorship of the Dominican and its spiritual ramifications on the generations of the de Leon family. But when you boil this thing down, it's just the story of a loser teenager trying to get laid. And there aren't any characters who raise the level of discussion. Besides Oscar, his mother's trying to get laid, his sister's trying to get laid, and so it seems the essence of the Dominican character is about getting laid. Maybe it's honest, but it's not saying much about their culture relevance. It was hard for me to take away any large messages from this book when it operates from such a crude fundamental point.
I give it two stars only because Diaz seems to have a knack for narrative - the plot is well-constructed, even if it is slight & irrelevant - and there are a few characters who will remain in my mind.
The critical consensus seemed to be that Junot Diaz is a good writer, and he picked a good story to tell here in his first novel. But I found this book lacking on both counts. I found the writing lazy and unexpressive in many places. Granted, I have no Spanish-language background, so there were some important places in the novel where I couldn't get the total meaning of the sentences, but I thought Diaz's reliance on slang & colloquialism arose more out of laziness than from the narrative voice, which was often sloppy. There are multiple narrators and they mostly talk in the same voice, with the same elements of short humor & pithy street wisdom offered.
The story was just as diappointing. There were efforts made at epic storytelling here - tackling the Trujillo dictatorship of the Dominican and its spiritual ramifications on the generations of the de Leon family. But when you boil this thing down, it's just the story of a loser teenager trying to get laid. And there aren't any characters who raise the level of discussion. Besides Oscar, his mother's trying to get laid, his sister's trying to get laid, and so it seems the essence of the Dominican character is about getting laid. Maybe it's honest, but it's not saying much about their culture relevance. It was hard for me to take away any large messages from this book when it operates from such a crude fundamental point.
I give it two stars only because Diaz seems to have a knack for narrative - the plot is well-constructed, even if it is slight & irrelevant - and there are a few characters who will remain in my mind.
December 16, 2020
A to Z around the world personal challenge - D is Dominican Republic
After the partial failure with another Pulitzer winner and the controversy surrounding this book /author I was a bit weary at first. I shouldn’t have been because it was an excellent novel which deserves its praise.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is not about Oscar’s life which definitely wasn’t wondrous. It is a saga of a Dominicana family starting in the Republic during the horrendous period of Trujillo’s reign, one of the worse dictatores, and ending in New York in the 90’s. The main characters are, in my opinion, the invisible Trujillo and la madre de Oscar, Belicia Cabral. La historia is narrated by one of the characters and we gradually find out who that is. The timeline is not linear but it made sense to me. The characters are powerfully drawn, all flawed and not overly likable but they felt real to the period and the surroundings.
The novel is written in Spanglish and I was thankful for my knowledge of Espanol. Watching Narcos also helped as I could thoroughly enjoy those beautiful adverbs such as maricon. Although I read it in Romanian, the translator kept the Spanish slang and did a good job to preserve the flow, as the author intended. There are a lot of bad words in here, so for someone who is easily offended, it might be a problem.
After the partial failure with another Pulitzer winner and the controversy surrounding this book /author I was a bit weary at first. I shouldn’t have been because it was an excellent novel which deserves its praise.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is not about Oscar’s life which definitely wasn’t wondrous. It is a saga of a Dominicana family starting in the Republic during the horrendous period of Trujillo’s reign, one of the worse dictatores, and ending in New York in the 90’s. The main characters are, in my opinion, the invisible Trujillo and la madre de Oscar, Belicia Cabral. La historia is narrated by one of the characters and we gradually find out who that is. The timeline is not linear but it made sense to me. The characters are powerfully drawn, all flawed and not overly likable but they felt real to the period and the surroundings.
The novel is written in Spanglish and I was thankful for my knowledge of Espanol. Watching Narcos also helped as I could thoroughly enjoy those beautiful adverbs such as maricon. Although I read it in Romanian, the translator kept the Spanish slang and did a good job to preserve the flow, as the author intended. There are a lot of bad words in here, so for someone who is easily offended, it might be a problem.
July 18, 2008
Soon after I started reading this book, I also started reading
Housekeeping vs. The Dirt
by Nick Hornby. In it's preface, Hornby discusses why reading has fallen by the wayside as of late. A lot of people associate reading with boredom because to most, it feels like a chore to get through novels. If people would just read what they enjoyed, then they would begin again to see the pleasures of reading and thus, do more of it (he even makes a point that someone who reads only The Economist and their daily paper every week may in fact be reading more words than him). There's a bit of circular logic to this, of course; how are you to know if you'll enjoy a book unless you start? Along with that, you have many circles that seem to want to claim that unless reading is difficult or a challenge, then it wasn't really worth reading at all.
Which pretty much sums up all the trappings I fell into with Oscar Wao. I first became aware of it when I read an interview with Diaz on a comic book site I frequent. I recognized the book cover from work and said, "There's a comic connection in there? I should check it out!" I did, and the very first line is a quote from an old Fantastic Four comic. Flipping through at random I caught even more references, to the New Gods and Middle Earth and so on...it seemed rife with geeky references I'd get (seriously - how many of the "literatti" would know what the "Omega Effect" was?). I made a mental note to check it out later. Before you know it, this little book had won the Pulitzer. Wow, there must be more to it than just some sci-fi asides. So I finally found a good break to read it. It starts out interesting enough, despite a lengthy discussion about the Dominican Republic's dictators, and I can see Oscar is pretty likable. There is a LOT of Spanish and Spanish slang mixed throughout, but I can figure out most through context. The second section then shifts to Oscar's sister, Lola. She's afforded about equal time, albeit with less geeky references, and I stick through it here because she spends her time in Wildwood, and as I spent a lot of summers there growing up I wondered if I'd recognize anything (something else Hornby discusses in the above book, oddly enough - familiar locations as a reason to read a particular book). The next section is what did me in. Diaz decides to spend a LOT of time on the childhood and adolescence of Oscar and Lola's mother. From what I've gathered in other reviews, Diaz is apparently setting up some themes between all these family members, but at that point I couldn't care less. This was not what I signed up for, and the Spanish comes on even stronger here - I found myself skipping almost every other sentence.
I'm sure there is some beautiful dovetailing of story lines later on, but the reading became a chore, and at that point I decided to take Nick Hornby's advice on how to proceed:"Put it down. You'll never finish it. Start something else."
And there's nothing wrong with that.
Which pretty much sums up all the trappings I fell into with Oscar Wao. I first became aware of it when I read an interview with Diaz on a comic book site I frequent. I recognized the book cover from work and said, "There's a comic connection in there? I should check it out!" I did, and the very first line is a quote from an old Fantastic Four comic. Flipping through at random I caught even more references, to the New Gods and Middle Earth and so on...it seemed rife with geeky references I'd get (seriously - how many of the "literatti" would know what the "Omega Effect" was?). I made a mental note to check it out later. Before you know it, this little book had won the Pulitzer. Wow, there must be more to it than just some sci-fi asides. So I finally found a good break to read it. It starts out interesting enough, despite a lengthy discussion about the Dominican Republic's dictators, and I can see Oscar is pretty likable. There is a LOT of Spanish and Spanish slang mixed throughout, but I can figure out most through context. The second section then shifts to Oscar's sister, Lola. She's afforded about equal time, albeit with less geeky references, and I stick through it here because she spends her time in Wildwood, and as I spent a lot of summers there growing up I wondered if I'd recognize anything (something else Hornby discusses in the above book, oddly enough - familiar locations as a reason to read a particular book). The next section is what did me in. Diaz decides to spend a LOT of time on the childhood and adolescence of Oscar and Lola's mother. From what I've gathered in other reviews, Diaz is apparently setting up some themes between all these family members, but at that point I couldn't care less. This was not what I signed up for, and the Spanish comes on even stronger here - I found myself skipping almost every other sentence.
I'm sure there is some beautiful dovetailing of story lines later on, but the reading became a chore, and at that point I decided to take Nick Hornby's advice on how to proceed:"Put it down. You'll never finish it. Start something else."
And there's nothing wrong with that.
February 22, 2009
Ok, I’m writing a review of this book right now or I’ma die trying goddamn it!
1 HOUR LATER
I got nothing! I’ve deleted like 20 paragraphs!
1 HOUR LATER!!! 2 bruises in my forehead, kind of dizzy, I’ve cursed the gods of knowledge for being born without literary talent!! And 0 review!
Oh god!!! I give up!!! This is all I got!!! This book is awesome!!! Is a nerdy dude being nerdy as hell and not getting pussy!! Even tho he desperately wants it!! he watches Akira which I think is kind of cool! he watches cool tv shows that I like! Talks about books that I like, and has an unhealthy Tolkien obsession almost as big as mine! I didn’t like it when he was hating on Magic The Gathering… but whatever I know how different strategy nerds get really aggressive when talking about games they don’t like, he eats platano! Mucho mucho platano! And god damn it I love platanos too! With cebollitas and queso frito! He has a fuku almost as bad as mine!! I disagree with him when he compares Balaguer to one of the Ring Wraths (I think it was the witch king) I think if we are going to talk about dominican culture in LOTR terms Trujillo was Morgoth and Balaguer was Sauron…( there is a part on the Silmarillion when after the fall of Morgoth –yes, I used the Noldor name fuck off!- Sauron escapes and they said that he gets to be as evil as his master) oh god! I need a life so badly =( anyway this book has anime, D&D, Tolkien, Dr. Who, platanos, Dominican mother’s makes one want to kill one self!, voodoo, Love, I mean all the good stuff!!!!
1 HOUR LATER
I got nothing! I’ve deleted like 20 paragraphs!
1 HOUR LATER!!! 2 bruises in my forehead, kind of dizzy, I’ve cursed the gods of knowledge for being born without literary talent!! And 0 review!
Oh god!!! I give up!!! This is all I got!!! This book is awesome!!! Is a nerdy dude being nerdy as hell and not getting pussy!! Even tho he desperately wants it!! he watches Akira which I think is kind of cool! he watches cool tv shows that I like! Talks about books that I like, and has an unhealthy Tolkien obsession almost as big as mine! I didn’t like it when he was hating on Magic The Gathering… but whatever I know how different strategy nerds get really aggressive when talking about games they don’t like, he eats platano! Mucho mucho platano! And god damn it I love platanos too! With cebollitas and queso frito! He has a fuku almost as bad as mine!! I disagree with him when he compares Balaguer to one of the Ring Wraths (I think it was the witch king) I think if we are going to talk about dominican culture in LOTR terms Trujillo was Morgoth and Balaguer was Sauron…( there is a part on the Silmarillion when after the fall of Morgoth –yes, I used the Noldor name fuck off!- Sauron escapes and they said that he gets to be as evil as his master) oh god! I need a life so badly =( anyway this book has anime, D&D, Tolkien, Dr. Who, platanos, Dominican mother’s makes one want to kill one self!, voodoo, Love, I mean all the good stuff!!!!
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February 28, 2022
OCCHI CHE AVEVANO VISTO TUTTO, E NON SI ERANO LASCIATI SFUGGIRE NIENTE
Ci sono persone che in cucina si muovono con particolare agio: conoscono gli ingredienti, sanno mescolarli amagalmarli aggiungerli dosarli sottrarli, sanno che sapore manca e quale aggiungere. Sanno prendere una ricetta classica e personalizzarla, anche in base a quello che hanno sotto mano.
Junot Diaz è un bravo cuoco di parole, stili, toni: ha imparato l’arte in qualche scuola di scrittura creativa, poi non l’ha messa da parte, ma subito messa in pratica, la usa e amministra con sapienza.
E sforna un romanzo che ha del meraviglioso come il titolo, ma, al contrario del titolo, non è così breve: un mix di Vargas Llosa, DFW, Star Trek, Macondo, Kanye West, come evidenzia Michiko Kakutani nella sua recensione sul New York Times.
Sarah Steele in “Spanglish” di James L. Brooks, 2004.
Il prototipo dello scrittore in Spanglish, mischia termini dominicani e spagnoli allo slang metropolitano, con fantasia, adrenalina, pirotecnia.
Incrocia con naturalezza due mondi diversissimi, la fosca Santo Domingo preda del suo dittatore Trujillo dal 1930 al 1961, dominata dal fukù piombato sull’inerme popolazione all’arrivo degli Spagnoli cinquecento anni fa, un intreccio di maledizioni da far paura anche agli Atridi, alla terra della libertà e della speranza e dell’accoglienza (ma non luminosissima).
D’altra parte, la vera maledizione è la vita stessa.
Rafael Leónidas Trujillo Molina (San Cristóbal, 24 ottobre 1891 – Santo Domingo, 30 maggio 1961), soprannominato "el Jefe" o "el Benefactor", dittatore della Repubblica Dominicanaper per oltre trent'anni
Il protagonista, Oscar, pateticamente obeso, è l’antitesi del macho dominicano, e diventa Wao perché in abito da carnevale ricorda Oscar Wilde che storpiato in dominicano si trasforma appunto in Wao. Oscar, straniero nella natia Santo Domingo tanto quanto nella nuova patria, gli US, è davvero a casa solo quando legge i suoi fumetti e romanzi di fantascienza, un mondo altro che esiste solo per lui.
Romanzo caraibico (nell’oceano delle mie lacune, faccio comunque differenza tra la narrativa caraibica e quella più genericamente latinoamericana: mi sembra diverso il rapporto col corpo, la pelle, il sesso, la carne… La copertina, però, rimanda a Puig, molto più che a un Gutierrez o una Kincaid) e romanzo colloquiale intriso di gergo di strada.
Mai letto nient’altro così pieno di brutalità, torture, stupri, omicidi e suicidi che sia così divertente e ironico: si legge sorridendo anche se il cuore è serrato.
Tu sei la prova che dio è dominicano.
il Fukù è l’antica maledizione dominicana che perseguita i membri della famiglia di Oscar da generazioni
Ci sono persone che in cucina si muovono con particolare agio: conoscono gli ingredienti, sanno mescolarli amagalmarli aggiungerli dosarli sottrarli, sanno che sapore manca e quale aggiungere. Sanno prendere una ricetta classica e personalizzarla, anche in base a quello che hanno sotto mano.
Junot Diaz è un bravo cuoco di parole, stili, toni: ha imparato l’arte in qualche scuola di scrittura creativa, poi non l’ha messa da parte, ma subito messa in pratica, la usa e amministra con sapienza.
E sforna un romanzo che ha del meraviglioso come il titolo, ma, al contrario del titolo, non è così breve: un mix di Vargas Llosa, DFW, Star Trek, Macondo, Kanye West, come evidenzia Michiko Kakutani nella sua recensione sul New York Times.
Sarah Steele in “Spanglish” di James L. Brooks, 2004.
Il prototipo dello scrittore in Spanglish, mischia termini dominicani e spagnoli allo slang metropolitano, con fantasia, adrenalina, pirotecnia.
Incrocia con naturalezza due mondi diversissimi, la fosca Santo Domingo preda del suo dittatore Trujillo dal 1930 al 1961, dominata dal fukù piombato sull’inerme popolazione all’arrivo degli Spagnoli cinquecento anni fa, un intreccio di maledizioni da far paura anche agli Atridi, alla terra della libertà e della speranza e dell’accoglienza (ma non luminosissima).
D’altra parte, la vera maledizione è la vita stessa.
Rafael Leónidas Trujillo Molina (San Cristóbal, 24 ottobre 1891 – Santo Domingo, 30 maggio 1961), soprannominato "el Jefe" o "el Benefactor", dittatore della Repubblica Dominicanaper per oltre trent'anni
Il protagonista, Oscar, pateticamente obeso, è l’antitesi del macho dominicano, e diventa Wao perché in abito da carnevale ricorda Oscar Wilde che storpiato in dominicano si trasforma appunto in Wao. Oscar, straniero nella natia Santo Domingo tanto quanto nella nuova patria, gli US, è davvero a casa solo quando legge i suoi fumetti e romanzi di fantascienza, un mondo altro che esiste solo per lui.
Romanzo caraibico (nell’oceano delle mie lacune, faccio comunque differenza tra la narrativa caraibica e quella più genericamente latinoamericana: mi sembra diverso il rapporto col corpo, la pelle, il sesso, la carne… La copertina, però, rimanda a Puig, molto più che a un Gutierrez o una Kincaid) e romanzo colloquiale intriso di gergo di strada.
Mai letto nient’altro così pieno di brutalità, torture, stupri, omicidi e suicidi che sia così divertente e ironico: si legge sorridendo anche se il cuore è serrato.
Tu sei la prova che dio è dominicano.
il Fukù è l’antica maledizione dominicana che perseguita i membri della famiglia di Oscar da generazioni
September 6, 2017
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz is pure genius storytelling at its core. This was a Book Club choice that had me a little nervous but in the end had me tightly strapped in for the ride.
As the title suggests, there is brevity to Oscar Wao's life. Going into the read knowing this fact makes it even harder to accept as you have little hope that he will survive all that is thrown at him in his early years. You root for him the entire length of the book but know deep in your heart it will not end well.
The imagery, foreshadowing and character development is on point -- rich with emotion and passion. You will fall in love with Oscar knowing all the while he is so very different from you, but so very similar at the same time. You will suffer the torture and experience the pain he feels.
But in the end, you accept what has happened despite the heartbreak and sadness that comes with it. I am better man having read about Oscar than I was before.
About Me
For those new to me or my reviews... here's the scoop: I read A LOT. I write A LOT. And now I blog A LOT. First the book review goes on Goodreads, and then I send it on over to my WordPress blog at https://thisismytruthnow.com, where you'll also find TV & Film reviews, the revealing and introspective 365 Daily Challenge and lots of blogging about places I've visited all over the world. And you can find all my social media profiles to get the details on the who/what/when/where and my pictures. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. Vote in the poll and ratings. Thanks for stopping by.
As the title suggests, there is brevity to Oscar Wao's life. Going into the read knowing this fact makes it even harder to accept as you have little hope that he will survive all that is thrown at him in his early years. You root for him the entire length of the book but know deep in your heart it will not end well.
The imagery, foreshadowing and character development is on point -- rich with emotion and passion. You will fall in love with Oscar knowing all the while he is so very different from you, but so very similar at the same time. You will suffer the torture and experience the pain he feels.
But in the end, you accept what has happened despite the heartbreak and sadness that comes with it. I am better man having read about Oscar than I was before.
About Me
For those new to me or my reviews... here's the scoop: I read A LOT. I write A LOT. And now I blog A LOT. First the book review goes on Goodreads, and then I send it on over to my WordPress blog at https://thisismytruthnow.com, where you'll also find TV & Film reviews, the revealing and introspective 365 Daily Challenge and lots of blogging about places I've visited all over the world. And you can find all my social media profiles to get the details on the who/what/when/where and my pictures. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. Vote in the poll and ratings. Thanks for stopping by.
June 11, 2022
Pulitzer prize winning and well deserved. An amazing work on the fictional life of Oscar Wao, his family and their antecedents and how they appeared to be plagued with 'fuku' bad luck. Superbly crafted with chapters concentrating on specific characters in a non-linear progression. It also takes a frank look a Dominica under its various oppressive regimes, especially that of 'El Jefe'. The characterisations of all the major players is exceptional; also amazing is how the story is juxtaposed with Oscar's nerd view by numerous on the face of it, out-of-kilter references to comic books, science fiction and other fanboy faves. Here's a scene from the Broadway play:
The best prize winning book I've read for ages, and highly highly recommended.
2017 read; 2011 read
The best prize winning book I've read for ages, and highly highly recommended.
2017 read; 2011 read
July 13, 2023
Honestly, if someone had warned me that this book would barrage me - page after page, line after line - with obscure dorky references, Dominican Republican history lessons, and Spanish colloquialisms, I may not have picked it up.*
But I am glad that I did.
It is interesting to realize that on the scale of nerd-dom, I fall on the light end. I could follow the shout-outs to science fiction authors, as well as the Lord of the Rings allusions (of which there were many). But I was lost for all the anime, video game, comic, and role playing mentions. And I was okay with that.
My ignorance didn’t keep me from empathizing with the main character: super dork Oscar Wao. He actually reminded me of all the odd computer science and mechanical engineering majors from my undergrad. I found him endearing and was always happiest (and saddest) when the book shifted back into a perspective featuring sweet, roly-poly Oscar.
Likewise, I enjoyed the footnotes about the sorted history of the Dominican Republic. (Who knew they hated Haitians so much?) In fact, I appreciate when a Latin American author writing about their homeland includes some kind of educational element.
Alas, the Spanish words intermixed into every other sentence? Those got on my nerves. I could normally infer their meaning, but it was tiring. Plus my straight-laced Latino husband was of limited use with the island slang. Although I will admit, it was fun to see him flustered. Picture us reading at a restaurant. I look up and kick Leo under the table.
Me: Hey, Leo. Another one. What does ___ mean?
Leo: SHHH! [looks guiltily at the Latino family eating at the table next to us]
Me: What? What does it mean?
Leo: Not now.
Me: [pause] Later?
Which brings us to the next point: the cussing. Diaz’s style is unique. He is definitely a modern literary writer. The artistry and intelligence is there. Yet instead of stuffy and pretentious, Diaz is raw and raunchy. He is liberal with the cuss words. It didn’t bother me, but if you are faint of heart, you definitely want to avoid this book.
I was blushing, though, when I went to an event last night with Diaz. Diaz got up on that stage in his sneakers and used every cuss word in the urban dictionary. I found him to be quite charming and candid. Moving beyond the verbal color to the substance, Diaz thinks men are inherently bad at writing from a woman’s perspective (although improvement is possible). After he likened writing workshops to death matches between writers, he recommends you write for readers and not other writers. He believes readers are far more generous and forgiving. (As an example, he pointed to how Lord of the Rings lovers will put up with countless pages of “f*cking Elvish poetry”.) Diaz also will admit he is a slow writer. It takes 3-4 years for him to finish a 15-page short story.
To wrap up, I mentioned earlier that Diaz’s style is unique. Yet I will offer some comparisons to potentially help orient yourself. His writing reminded me favorably of both Gary Shteyngart's causal, humorous style and Jeffrey Eugenides’ beautiful, multi-generational story-telling. Plus in his acknowledgements, Diaz mentioned one of my literary crushes, Francisco Goldman. He actually called him Frankie G. And anyone who loves Frank is okay in my book.
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*I read to learn. But if 90% of the references fly over my head, I become frustrated. For this reason, I never get far into The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana with its multitude of unfamiliar Italian culture references.
But I am glad that I did.
It is interesting to realize that on the scale of nerd-dom, I fall on the light end. I could follow the shout-outs to science fiction authors, as well as the Lord of the Rings allusions (of which there were many). But I was lost for all the anime, video game, comic, and role playing mentions. And I was okay with that.
My ignorance didn’t keep me from empathizing with the main character: super dork Oscar Wao. He actually reminded me of all the odd computer science and mechanical engineering majors from my undergrad. I found him endearing and was always happiest (and saddest) when the book shifted back into a perspective featuring sweet, roly-poly Oscar.
Likewise, I enjoyed the footnotes about the sorted history of the Dominican Republic. (Who knew they hated Haitians so much?) In fact, I appreciate when a Latin American author writing about their homeland includes some kind of educational element.
Alas, the Spanish words intermixed into every other sentence? Those got on my nerves. I could normally infer their meaning, but it was tiring. Plus my straight-laced Latino husband was of limited use with the island slang. Although I will admit, it was fun to see him flustered. Picture us reading at a restaurant. I look up and kick Leo under the table.
Me: Hey, Leo. Another one. What does ___ mean?
Leo: SHHH! [looks guiltily at the Latino family eating at the table next to us]
Me: What? What does it mean?
Leo: Not now.
Me: [pause] Later?
Which brings us to the next point: the cussing. Diaz’s style is unique. He is definitely a modern literary writer. The artistry and intelligence is there. Yet instead of stuffy and pretentious, Diaz is raw and raunchy. He is liberal with the cuss words. It didn’t bother me, but if you are faint of heart, you definitely want to avoid this book.
I was blushing, though, when I went to an event last night with Diaz. Diaz got up on that stage in his sneakers and used every cuss word in the urban dictionary. I found him to be quite charming and candid. Moving beyond the verbal color to the substance, Diaz thinks men are inherently bad at writing from a woman’s perspective (although improvement is possible). After he likened writing workshops to death matches between writers, he recommends you write for readers and not other writers. He believes readers are far more generous and forgiving. (As an example, he pointed to how Lord of the Rings lovers will put up with countless pages of “f*cking Elvish poetry”.) Diaz also will admit he is a slow writer. It takes 3-4 years for him to finish a 15-page short story.
To wrap up, I mentioned earlier that Diaz’s style is unique. Yet I will offer some comparisons to potentially help orient yourself. His writing reminded me favorably of both Gary Shteyngart's causal, humorous style and Jeffrey Eugenides’ beautiful, multi-generational story-telling. Plus in his acknowledgements, Diaz mentioned one of my literary crushes, Francisco Goldman. He actually called him Frankie G. And anyone who loves Frank is okay in my book.
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*I read to learn. But if 90% of the references fly over my head, I become frustrated. For this reason, I never get far into The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana with its multitude of unfamiliar Italian culture references.
September 22, 2012
These are the reasons I'm abandoning this book:
1. It's crude. And it's not just the overuse of the f word I'm over. The sex and violence is crude too. There's love that's personal and emotional and touches something deep down inside. And then there's banal sex that devalues human connection and emotion, the kind of thing someone who was desensitized to real relationships in preference of porn would write. This is the later. Even inexperienced Oscar's interest in women is banal and of no depth.
2. It's a whole lot of telling without much showing. All the "and then this happened" started to wear on me without getting at the heart of Oscar.
3. The tone is condescending and antagonistic and it made me defensive. I didn't enjoy reading this. I was interested in the Dominican history (if it wasn't fictionalized, not sure) and somewhat curious about what made Oscar's life brief, but not enough to wade through a bunch of trash to get there.
I asked for spoilers at my book club from the only person who managed to make it to the end (nobody else liked it) and it doesn't sound like the ending is rewarding enough (or at all) to suffer through it. Oftentimes I shelf a book on my did-not-finish shelf and think maybe someday I may return to it, but not this. I'm done.
1. It's crude. And it's not just the overuse of the f word I'm over. The sex and violence is crude too. There's love that's personal and emotional and touches something deep down inside. And then there's banal sex that devalues human connection and emotion, the kind of thing someone who was desensitized to real relationships in preference of porn would write. This is the later. Even inexperienced Oscar's interest in women is banal and of no depth.
2. It's a whole lot of telling without much showing. All the "and then this happened" started to wear on me without getting at the heart of Oscar.
3. The tone is condescending and antagonistic and it made me defensive. I didn't enjoy reading this. I was interested in the Dominican history (if it wasn't fictionalized, not sure) and somewhat curious about what made Oscar's life brief, but not enough to wade through a bunch of trash to get there.
I asked for spoilers at my book club from the only person who managed to make it to the end (nobody else liked it) and it doesn't sound like the ending is rewarding enough (or at all) to suffer through it. Oftentimes I shelf a book on my did-not-finish shelf and think maybe someday I may return to it, but not this. I'm done.
May 7, 2021
"That’s life for you. All the happiness you gather to yourself, it will sweep away like it’s nothing. If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough."
Have you ever met someone who tries very hard to fit in? Or perhaps sometimes you find yourself in situations where you try to fit in? You know how hard it is to be an outcast, know someone who is being one or perhaps your own experience. I think everyone has face this at one time or the other in their life. No matter how hard you try to not let the situation effect you but every time you step out it is humiliation, insecurities, and embarrassment.
Such is the life of our protagonist, Oscar Wao. A fat, ugly book geek who wants to have friends and a girlfriend, wants to be loved, be accepted as part of the society. Sadly, none of his wishes come true.
But this is not all this book is about. It is about Oscar's family. Their life in Dominican Republic, and how they came to USA. It is about his sister Lola and her relationship with him and his mother, his mother Belli's tragic story of being found on the verge of death to falling in love with the bad guy and again found herself near death, Belli's father whose falling out with Trujillo sent the family into difficult times, and the horrible times that Dominican Republic face when Rafael Trujillo was the ruler.
It was funny at times, sad and heartbreaking at others. There was something magical about Oscar and his family's courage and struggles that captivated me to read it till the end, to know what happened to these broken yet brave characters.
I loved Oscar and his story, and highly recommend it.
Have you ever met someone who tries very hard to fit in? Or perhaps sometimes you find yourself in situations where you try to fit in? You know how hard it is to be an outcast, know someone who is being one or perhaps your own experience. I think everyone has face this at one time or the other in their life. No matter how hard you try to not let the situation effect you but every time you step out it is humiliation, insecurities, and embarrassment.
Such is the life of our protagonist, Oscar Wao. A fat, ugly book geek who wants to have friends and a girlfriend, wants to be loved, be accepted as part of the society. Sadly, none of his wishes come true.
But this is not all this book is about. It is about Oscar's family. Their life in Dominican Republic, and how they came to USA. It is about his sister Lola and her relationship with him and his mother, his mother Belli's tragic story of being found on the verge of death to falling in love with the bad guy and again found herself near death, Belli's father whose falling out with Trujillo sent the family into difficult times, and the horrible times that Dominican Republic face when Rafael Trujillo was the ruler.
It was funny at times, sad and heartbreaking at others. There was something magical about Oscar and his family's courage and struggles that captivated me to read it till the end, to know what happened to these broken yet brave characters.
I loved Oscar and his story, and highly recommend it.
September 18, 2008
A lot of people seem to either hate or love this book. Most people get irritated with misleading title, the hard-to-follow narration/storyline, but mostly with the eclectic use of spanglish that is scattered throughout the book and with no footnote, i might add!!!
In an interview, Junot Diaz said that he offered up the Spanish without translation because he wanted to give English readers an idea of the immigrant experience. The spanish in this book reflects the immigrant experience. The alienation from a comprehensive control is just one of the fun themes.
The book is an explanation for Oscar, a Dominican-American boy who does not fit either title. Well, he’s not American because he’s Dominican. And he’s certainly not Dominican, because just look at him! The general male stereotype for Dominican males was, well,
this is a Dominican kid we’re talking about, in a Dominican family: dude was supposed to have Atomic Level G, was supposed to be pulling in the bitches with both hands. Everybody noticed his lack of game and because they were Dominican everybody talked about it.” Oscar describes himself: “the fat! The miles of stretch marks! The tumescent horriblesnes of his proportions! He looked straight out of a Daniel Clowes comic book. Or like the fat blackish kid in Beto Hernandez’s Palomar:
(this is a creepy Daniel Clowes comic called "The Sensual Santa" to give you an idea)
In contrast, Oscar (as well as his entire family) end up being at war with the actual creepy man, the ultimate Dominican stereotype, the sex fiend, Trujillo:
hiding your doe-eyed, large-breasted daughter from Trujillo, however, was anything but easy. (Like keeping the Ring from Sauron.) If you think the average Dominican guy's bad, Trujillo was five thousand times worse Dude had hundreds of spies whose entire job was to scour the provinces for his next piece of ass; if the procurement of ass had been any more central to the Trujillato the regime would have been the world's first culocracy (and maybe, in fact, it was)
What’s funny is that this is a book about sex. It is a book about the magic of sex and it’s object, how much it is saved up for in the minds of men who think only about sex, how much it can dominate culture, how much people can wear it and how much it can control. But if you think sex is all-powerful, imagine the people who epitomize it. This is an adventure into the man who believed sex was the be-all, end-all.
What a lot of people fail to realize in this unconventional storytelling, is that the story is very much unconventional as well. Here, the hero is a disenchanted, role-playing, lonely-hearted loser whose whole life has been a plague of his own people telling him he’s not one of them, and the people whose land he is in rejecting him because he is just so weird and ugly. The thing is, Diaz harnesses Oscar between the two cultures—this is done with a balance between the mystical and the fantastical.
The book is a history of life within the Trujillo regime through the context of one family (Oscar’s). The idea of Trujillo being more than human, an actual demon, whom if you cross curses your family for all existence is heavy. This kind of curse is known as the fuku. It dominates. It’s the kind of magical realism that Latin American writers are known for. And it is brilliant. But America doesn’t’ have magically real aspects to our society, all mysticism is waylaid on the fringe. Oscar’s story is a translation into the next best thing;
See, the book dabbles with magical realism but from the closest perspective we have of that in our culture, fantasy games. Oscar is emphatic about the Lord of the Rings, about Dungeons and Dragons and fantasy games galore. A lot of the allusions that are made deal with epic characters in these fantasies. In essence, his psyche remains Dominican, by the standard that his life is consumed by this mystic element. But nevertheless, he is still in America. He is still in the plain and ordinary life that only filters magic through games and television.
The book is about a kid alienated by two cultures who is really smart and affable, but unattractive and clingy. An affection starved derelict of the most erotically affectionate people on the planet.
He's get everything going the wrong way for him except for the fact that he is Dominican, but the mere fact that he is Dominican instantiates this curse, the magically real aspect of his life rather than the American fantasy. The fuku.
it is alienating to not know certain words or terms, like the many sci-fi references he makes throughout the book, but no more alienating than old literary references or presumptuous historical ones that so many classic writers do to augment their story. This is an original version of that same irritating pretentious alienation, and it is beautiful. because it forces you to go out your realm of ordinary thought and either research or imagine.
ah man, this isn't a very good review. I'll finish this later.
In an interview, Junot Diaz said that he offered up the Spanish without translation because he wanted to give English readers an idea of the immigrant experience. The spanish in this book reflects the immigrant experience. The alienation from a comprehensive control is just one of the fun themes.
The book is an explanation for Oscar, a Dominican-American boy who does not fit either title. Well, he’s not American because he’s Dominican. And he’s certainly not Dominican, because just look at him! The general male stereotype for Dominican males was, well,
this is a Dominican kid we’re talking about, in a Dominican family: dude was supposed to have Atomic Level G, was supposed to be pulling in the bitches with both hands. Everybody noticed his lack of game and because they were Dominican everybody talked about it.” Oscar describes himself: “the fat! The miles of stretch marks! The tumescent horriblesnes of his proportions! He looked straight out of a Daniel Clowes comic book. Or like the fat blackish kid in Beto Hernandez’s Palomar:
(this is a creepy Daniel Clowes comic called "The Sensual Santa" to give you an idea)
In contrast, Oscar (as well as his entire family) end up being at war with the actual creepy man, the ultimate Dominican stereotype, the sex fiend, Trujillo:
hiding your doe-eyed, large-breasted daughter from Trujillo, however, was anything but easy. (Like keeping the Ring from Sauron.) If you think the average Dominican guy's bad, Trujillo was five thousand times worse Dude had hundreds of spies whose entire job was to scour the provinces for his next piece of ass; if the procurement of ass had been any more central to the Trujillato the regime would have been the world's first culocracy (and maybe, in fact, it was)
What’s funny is that this is a book about sex. It is a book about the magic of sex and it’s object, how much it is saved up for in the minds of men who think only about sex, how much it can dominate culture, how much people can wear it and how much it can control. But if you think sex is all-powerful, imagine the people who epitomize it. This is an adventure into the man who believed sex was the be-all, end-all.
What a lot of people fail to realize in this unconventional storytelling, is that the story is very much unconventional as well. Here, the hero is a disenchanted, role-playing, lonely-hearted loser whose whole life has been a plague of his own people telling him he’s not one of them, and the people whose land he is in rejecting him because he is just so weird and ugly. The thing is, Diaz harnesses Oscar between the two cultures—this is done with a balance between the mystical and the fantastical.
The book is a history of life within the Trujillo regime through the context of one family (Oscar’s). The idea of Trujillo being more than human, an actual demon, whom if you cross curses your family for all existence is heavy. This kind of curse is known as the fuku. It dominates. It’s the kind of magical realism that Latin American writers are known for. And it is brilliant. But America doesn’t’ have magically real aspects to our society, all mysticism is waylaid on the fringe. Oscar’s story is a translation into the next best thing;
See, the book dabbles with magical realism but from the closest perspective we have of that in our culture, fantasy games. Oscar is emphatic about the Lord of the Rings, about Dungeons and Dragons and fantasy games galore. A lot of the allusions that are made deal with epic characters in these fantasies. In essence, his psyche remains Dominican, by the standard that his life is consumed by this mystic element. But nevertheless, he is still in America. He is still in the plain and ordinary life that only filters magic through games and television.
The book is about a kid alienated by two cultures who is really smart and affable, but unattractive and clingy. An affection starved derelict of the most erotically affectionate people on the planet.
He's get everything going the wrong way for him except for the fact that he is Dominican, but the mere fact that he is Dominican instantiates this curse, the magically real aspect of his life rather than the American fantasy. The fuku.
it is alienating to not know certain words or terms, like the many sci-fi references he makes throughout the book, but no more alienating than old literary references or presumptuous historical ones that so many classic writers do to augment their story. This is an original version of that same irritating pretentious alienation, and it is beautiful. because it forces you to go out your realm of ordinary thought and either research or imagine.
ah man, this isn't a very good review. I'll finish this later.
October 21, 2020
2.5 stars
Hmm, apparently this won the Pulitzer Prize and I’m a bit confused now because, although I’m not the best judge of literary greatness I can say with utmost certainty that I’ve read better books which received little to no recognition.
This is why I don’t trust literary prizes to recommend quality books. As much as I wanna quote the fact that literature is subjective and quality if judged much in the same vein, can be as well, I just can’t. There are books that the majority of people can agree are good (even if they might not be the biggest fans) and there are books that leave me wondering if I missed something, a spark of greatness that was just out of the reach of my comprehension.
But I’m rambling so let me get back to this book. It was a weird one. A few things I didn’t like: the style in which it was written (the ambiguous narrator- we learn about who he is but much later but this wasn’t done with any real purpose except to keep us in the dark I think), the many many stories about Oscar’s family and their long history (some of those just weren’t necessary), the magical realism which to be honest I could have done without, and the biggest annoyance of all was the fact that this whole book sounded like a big, fat pity party. I could not empathise with Oscar. He wasn’t a bad guy, on the contrary, but he also wasn’t a fighter. He accepted the condition of his life while hoping for more and when things didn’t work out he was just like “of course they didn’t, because I’m a fat, poor, virgin” (I’m massively paraphrasing - but that’s the gist).
I can guess why the book was so acclaimed though, it tried to be “different” although there have been similar examples in literature (none that I’ve read so far, but I’ve done my research after finishing this book) And different in literature is often linked to genius or hidden symbolism, I didn’t think this had neither.
What I did like was the perhaps authentic cultural and linguistic elements. That was my draw to this book. Most books which feature Latin characters are fraught with the struggle of immigration, talk about poverty and shattered dreams which are stories that need to be told but I would love to read a book which balances the good and the bad. This one seemed to pretty much say that resistance is futile and that some people will never succeed because they weren’t born in the right place, with the right face, without anything to make them outwardly special but that’s such a cynical way to look at life and this is coming from a self proclaimed cynic lol.
I don’t know, maybe I interpreted things the wrong way but I don’t feel like this added any value or a powerful voice to a minority as I believe was the intent.
Hmm, apparently this won the Pulitzer Prize and I’m a bit confused now because, although I’m not the best judge of literary greatness I can say with utmost certainty that I’ve read better books which received little to no recognition.
This is why I don’t trust literary prizes to recommend quality books. As much as I wanna quote the fact that literature is subjective and quality if judged much in the same vein, can be as well, I just can’t. There are books that the majority of people can agree are good (even if they might not be the biggest fans) and there are books that leave me wondering if I missed something, a spark of greatness that was just out of the reach of my comprehension.
But I’m rambling so let me get back to this book. It was a weird one. A few things I didn’t like: the style in which it was written (the ambiguous narrator- we learn about who he is but much later but this wasn’t done with any real purpose except to keep us in the dark I think), the many many stories about Oscar’s family and their long history (some of those just weren’t necessary), the magical realism which to be honest I could have done without, and the biggest annoyance of all was the fact that this whole book sounded like a big, fat pity party. I could not empathise with Oscar. He wasn’t a bad guy, on the contrary, but he also wasn’t a fighter. He accepted the condition of his life while hoping for more and when things didn’t work out he was just like “of course they didn’t, because I’m a fat, poor, virgin” (I’m massively paraphrasing - but that’s the gist).
I can guess why the book was so acclaimed though, it tried to be “different” although there have been similar examples in literature (none that I’ve read so far, but I’ve done my research after finishing this book) And different in literature is often linked to genius or hidden symbolism, I didn’t think this had neither.
What I did like was the perhaps authentic cultural and linguistic elements. That was my draw to this book. Most books which feature Latin characters are fraught with the struggle of immigration, talk about poverty and shattered dreams which are stories that need to be told but I would love to read a book which balances the good and the bad. This one seemed to pretty much say that resistance is futile and that some people will never succeed because they weren’t born in the right place, with the right face, without anything to make them outwardly special but that’s such a cynical way to look at life and this is coming from a self proclaimed cynic lol.
I don’t know, maybe I interpreted things the wrong way but I don’t feel like this added any value or a powerful voice to a minority as I believe was the intent.
February 24, 2016
Garbage
This book was recommended to me by my cousin so I thought I would like it. I was so wrong. All that's here is childish profanity, body-shaming, and portraying minorities is stereotypical ways. For an author who is so lauded, I am left confused at what he has to offer.
It all seemed so forced and inorganic for something that was supposedly based on the author's past that it felt like a poorly drawn cartoon that fifth graders would make as if they were aiming to create the next South Park.
This book was recommended to me by my cousin so I thought I would like it. I was so wrong. All that's here is childish profanity, body-shaming, and portraying minorities is stereotypical ways. For an author who is so lauded, I am left confused at what he has to offer.
It all seemed so forced and inorganic for something that was supposedly based on the author's past that it felt like a poorly drawn cartoon that fifth graders would make as if they were aiming to create the next South Park.
April 10, 2008
Meet Oscar de Leon, dubbed "Oscar Wao" by bullies who liken him to the foppish Oscar Wilde. Our Oscar is a fat, virginal Dominican-American teenager who carries a Planet of the Apes lunchbox to school, spends hours painting his Dungeons & Dragons miniatures, and who knows "more about the Marvel Universe than Stan Lee." If Nerd was a country, Oscar would be its undisputed king. Oscar is the kind of kid—sweaty, mumbles to himself, inevitably invades personal space, probably has bad breath—we would avoid on the subway.
In Junot Diaz' debut novel, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, however, Oscar is the flame and we are the moths. An earnestly open-hearted protagonist, he draws us to him until we incinerate in the intensity of his character. He's a pitiful-but-hopeful loser we can all relate to, even the Prom Kings and Queens among us (who might just be the loneliest kids in school). The last time I was this absorbed by a fictional weirdo was in 1989 when John Irving's Owen Meany forced me--FORCED, I SAY!—to read his Prayer twice in rapid, thirsty succession. Oscar held me captive in much the same way with his sweaty, sticky fingers tightly gripping my attention.
Let's return to Diaz for a moment. To use the words "Diaz" and "debut novel" in such close proximity is something of a joke. Diaz has been a middleweight figure on the literary scene for eleven years, based almost exclusively on his previous (and only) book Drown, a collection of interconnected stories which, like The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, chronicled the Dominican immigrant experience with a startling freshness. If you turn to the back flap of that 1996 book, you'll read an author bio which concludes with "He lives in New York City and is at work on his first novel." That was eleven years ago. To say that Oscar Wao was much-anticipated would be an understatement.
Why the long wait? Tick off the reasons on your fingers: writer's block, the paralysis of sudden fame at a young age (Diaz was in his late 20s when the accolades started flooding in), working for years on an apocalyptic novel about the destruction of New York City which was eventually trumped by the sur-reality of 9/11, not seeing anything on the blank wall which stares back at you unblinking, you name it. Little of that matters now, except as an interesting footnote of trivia, because today we hold in our hands the solid, substantial Oscar Wao. For a first novel, it's an impressive triumph.
Now back to Oscar. As the novel's title implies, this is the chronicle of Oscar's brief, candle-flame life and charts his quest, but rarely conquest, of girls. You see, not only is Oscar a Tolkein-loving, Star Trek-quoting, Dungeons & Dragons-playing geek, he's a horny geek whose tongue hangs out and eyes bulge in cartoon cones every time a pretty girl walks by. The only trouble is, as his friend Yunior points out, "Dude wore his nerdiness like a Jedi wore his light saber." Save for one incredibly happy encounter late in his life, Oscar's lust is unrequited, but he takes this as a matter of course because he believes his family is living under the cloud of an Old-World curse called fuku, brought to our shores, he believes, by Columbus.
Despite wearing the family doom like a black, itchy sweater and meeting romantic rejection at every turn, Oscar optimistically journeys through the 1970s, "the dawn of the Nerd Age," Diaz writes. It's Oscar against the world and he glumly accepts his lot in life. "Everybody," he says at one point, "misapprehends me." As he grows older and retreats from his peers into the world of Lovecraft, Doc Savage, Asimov, Heinlein and Edgar Rice Burroughs, Oscar begins to think his destiny is to be "the Dominican Tolkein." He spends countless hours holed up in his room writing science-fiction and fantasy tales. If Diaz had allowed, Oscar probably would have spent eleven years working on his masterpiece; but, as we're always reminded, this is a brief life. Oscar tries to make the most of it, even with the fuku hanging over his head.
The novel is more than just a Nerd Epic, however. Diaz pulls out all the stops in an attempt to tell a all-encompassing story of immigration and assimilation. Oscar lives with his mother and sister in the ghetto of Paterson, New Jersey, and the novel is as much their story as it is his. We're just starting to groove with sympathy for fat little Oscar when Diaz suddenly shifts gears and takes us into the world of Lola, Oscar's beautiful, athletic sister who has a stormy relationship with their mother, Belicia, a "hardnosed no-nonsense femme-matador." Then, before too many more pages have elapsed, we're deep in that woman's story, in a long section of the book called "The Three Heartbreaks of Belicia Cabral," where we learn what happened to her back in the Dominican Republic to make her so bitterly protective of her children. These chapters, along with the rest of the book for that matter, really are filled with heartbreak, a transmogrification of fuku that shapes the course of everything to come, from Oscar's obsession with Shazam to Lola's runaway teen saga.
Diaz also proves to be something of a risk-taker. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao bravely assumes there is an audience of readers who will sit through a long novel in which the English and Spanish languages mingle without the author once stopping to translate the unfamiliar words. The gist of what the Spanglish phrases mean is pretty easy to pick up, and for those readers who absolutely have to know what guapa or chuleria mean…well, an English-Spanish dictionary is as close as the internet.
Diaz also assumes his readers will come to the table with some knowledge of Dominican history, specifically the tyrannical regime of Rafael Trujillo, who ruled the Dominican Republic from 1930 to 1961 and who, if Oscar is to be believed, was master of the fuku. Trujillo who? You know, the "portly, sadistic, pig-eyed mulato who bleached his skin, wore platform shoes, and had a fondness for Napoleon-era haberdashery." If your mind is as blank as mine when it comes to the island's past, never fear: Diaz replays the highlights of Santo Domingo History 101 in footnotes which annotate the novel. Yes, footnotes. The novel is peppered with them, as any well-respecting Screed of Nerd should be. Diaz knows most of us don't know squat about Dominicans and, as in Drown, he brings us briskly into the light. (Pay attention to Trujillo, though, because he plays an important role in Oscar's destiny.)
Diaz never lets the pace lag and his sentences remain fresh and sharp throughout. One woman is described with "eczema on her hands looking like a messy meal that had set"; later, Yunior describes how it feels to be mugged: "my guts feeling like they'd been taken out of me, beaten with mallets, and then reattached with paper clips." Through his wondrous use of language, Diaz brings the book alive and makes it tremble in our hands.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is an epic in the truest sense and in its fat, endearing hero's chest beats a Homeric heart. Oscar leads us through his unflagging quest for happiness, while Diaz tumbles us through a century of Dominican history and shows us how the brief life of one lonely boy can epitomize the immigrant experience. This novel was well worth the decade-long wait.
In Junot Diaz' debut novel, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, however, Oscar is the flame and we are the moths. An earnestly open-hearted protagonist, he draws us to him until we incinerate in the intensity of his character. He's a pitiful-but-hopeful loser we can all relate to, even the Prom Kings and Queens among us (who might just be the loneliest kids in school). The last time I was this absorbed by a fictional weirdo was in 1989 when John Irving's Owen Meany forced me--FORCED, I SAY!—to read his Prayer twice in rapid, thirsty succession. Oscar held me captive in much the same way with his sweaty, sticky fingers tightly gripping my attention.
Let's return to Diaz for a moment. To use the words "Diaz" and "debut novel" in such close proximity is something of a joke. Diaz has been a middleweight figure on the literary scene for eleven years, based almost exclusively on his previous (and only) book Drown, a collection of interconnected stories which, like The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, chronicled the Dominican immigrant experience with a startling freshness. If you turn to the back flap of that 1996 book, you'll read an author bio which concludes with "He lives in New York City and is at work on his first novel." That was eleven years ago. To say that Oscar Wao was much-anticipated would be an understatement.
Why the long wait? Tick off the reasons on your fingers: writer's block, the paralysis of sudden fame at a young age (Diaz was in his late 20s when the accolades started flooding in), working for years on an apocalyptic novel about the destruction of New York City which was eventually trumped by the sur-reality of 9/11, not seeing anything on the blank wall which stares back at you unblinking, you name it. Little of that matters now, except as an interesting footnote of trivia, because today we hold in our hands the solid, substantial Oscar Wao. For a first novel, it's an impressive triumph.
Now back to Oscar. As the novel's title implies, this is the chronicle of Oscar's brief, candle-flame life and charts his quest, but rarely conquest, of girls. You see, not only is Oscar a Tolkein-loving, Star Trek-quoting, Dungeons & Dragons-playing geek, he's a horny geek whose tongue hangs out and eyes bulge in cartoon cones every time a pretty girl walks by. The only trouble is, as his friend Yunior points out, "Dude wore his nerdiness like a Jedi wore his light saber." Save for one incredibly happy encounter late in his life, Oscar's lust is unrequited, but he takes this as a matter of course because he believes his family is living under the cloud of an Old-World curse called fuku, brought to our shores, he believes, by Columbus.
Despite wearing the family doom like a black, itchy sweater and meeting romantic rejection at every turn, Oscar optimistically journeys through the 1970s, "the dawn of the Nerd Age," Diaz writes. It's Oscar against the world and he glumly accepts his lot in life. "Everybody," he says at one point, "misapprehends me." As he grows older and retreats from his peers into the world of Lovecraft, Doc Savage, Asimov, Heinlein and Edgar Rice Burroughs, Oscar begins to think his destiny is to be "the Dominican Tolkein." He spends countless hours holed up in his room writing science-fiction and fantasy tales. If Diaz had allowed, Oscar probably would have spent eleven years working on his masterpiece; but, as we're always reminded, this is a brief life. Oscar tries to make the most of it, even with the fuku hanging over his head.
The novel is more than just a Nerd Epic, however. Diaz pulls out all the stops in an attempt to tell a all-encompassing story of immigration and assimilation. Oscar lives with his mother and sister in the ghetto of Paterson, New Jersey, and the novel is as much their story as it is his. We're just starting to groove with sympathy for fat little Oscar when Diaz suddenly shifts gears and takes us into the world of Lola, Oscar's beautiful, athletic sister who has a stormy relationship with their mother, Belicia, a "hardnosed no-nonsense femme-matador." Then, before too many more pages have elapsed, we're deep in that woman's story, in a long section of the book called "The Three Heartbreaks of Belicia Cabral," where we learn what happened to her back in the Dominican Republic to make her so bitterly protective of her children. These chapters, along with the rest of the book for that matter, really are filled with heartbreak, a transmogrification of fuku that shapes the course of everything to come, from Oscar's obsession with Shazam to Lola's runaway teen saga.
Diaz also proves to be something of a risk-taker. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao bravely assumes there is an audience of readers who will sit through a long novel in which the English and Spanish languages mingle without the author once stopping to translate the unfamiliar words. The gist of what the Spanglish phrases mean is pretty easy to pick up, and for those readers who absolutely have to know what guapa or chuleria mean…well, an English-Spanish dictionary is as close as the internet.
Diaz also assumes his readers will come to the table with some knowledge of Dominican history, specifically the tyrannical regime of Rafael Trujillo, who ruled the Dominican Republic from 1930 to 1961 and who, if Oscar is to be believed, was master of the fuku. Trujillo who? You know, the "portly, sadistic, pig-eyed mulato who bleached his skin, wore platform shoes, and had a fondness for Napoleon-era haberdashery." If your mind is as blank as mine when it comes to the island's past, never fear: Diaz replays the highlights of Santo Domingo History 101 in footnotes which annotate the novel. Yes, footnotes. The novel is peppered with them, as any well-respecting Screed of Nerd should be. Diaz knows most of us don't know squat about Dominicans and, as in Drown, he brings us briskly into the light. (Pay attention to Trujillo, though, because he plays an important role in Oscar's destiny.)
Diaz never lets the pace lag and his sentences remain fresh and sharp throughout. One woman is described with "eczema on her hands looking like a messy meal that had set"; later, Yunior describes how it feels to be mugged: "my guts feeling like they'd been taken out of me, beaten with mallets, and then reattached with paper clips." Through his wondrous use of language, Diaz brings the book alive and makes it tremble in our hands.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is an epic in the truest sense and in its fat, endearing hero's chest beats a Homeric heart. Oscar leads us through his unflagging quest for happiness, while Diaz tumbles us through a century of Dominican history and shows us how the brief life of one lonely boy can epitomize the immigrant experience. This novel was well worth the decade-long wait.
July 16, 2021
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz
The book chronicles the life of Oscar de León, an overweight Dominican boy growing up in Paterson, New Jersey, who is obsessed with science fiction and fantasy novels and with falling in love, as well as with the curse that has plagued his family for generations.
The middle sections of the novel center on the lives of Oscar's runaway sister, Lola; his mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral; and his grandfather, Abelard. Rife with footnotes, science fiction and fantasy references, comic book analogies, and various Spanish dialects, the novel is also a meditation on story-telling, the Dominican diaspora and identity, sexuality, and oppression.
Most of the story is told by an apparently omniscient narrator who is eventually revealed to be Yunior de Las Casas, a college roommate of Oscar's who dated Lola.
Yunior also appears in many of Díaz's short stories and is often seen as an alter ego of the author.
تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز شانزدهم ماه جولای سال 2012میلادی
عنوان: زندگی شگفتانگیز اسکار وائو؛ نویسنده: خونو دیاز؛ مترجم: کیومرث پارسای؛ کرج: در دانش بهمن، 1389؛ در 382ص؛ شابک9789641741220؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان دومنیکن تبار ایالات متحده آمریکا - سده 21م
عنوان: زندگی کوتاه شگفت انگیز اسکار وایو؛ نویسنده: خونو دیاس؛ مترجم: نادر قبله ای؛ تهران: نشر خزه، 1398؛ در 352ص؛ شابک9786229984598؛
نویسنده در «زندگی کوتاه و شگفتانگیز اُسکار وائو»، بر اساس تجربه شخصی خویش، برای به تصویرکشیدن مشکلات، و دغدغه های خانواده هایی که به «ایالات متحده» مهاجرت کرده اند، به موازات قصه ی زندگی قهرمان ناکام خود، تاریخچه ی خانوادگی، و نیز بخشی از تاریخ سرزمین پدری وی را بازگو میکنند؛ «اُسکار» که هیچکس حاضر نیست او را بپذیرد، و قهرمان بیگانه ی قصه به شمار میآید، نمادی از مهاجرین زاغه نشینی است، که دیگر نه در موطن خود جایی دارند، و نه در سرزمین مهاجر پذیر پذیرفته میشوند؛ و خانواده ی وی نیز، نمونه ای از همان خانواده هایی هستند، که پس از پشت سر گذاشتن تجربه ی حکومت دیکتاتوری «تروخیو»، که در دهه های چهل و پنجاه سده بیست میلادی، شهرها و روستاهای «دومنیکن» را، به کانون خشونت تبدیل کرده بود، در مواجهه با تمدن «ایالات متحده» دچار بلاتکلیفی فرهنگی میشوند
تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 25/04/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی
The book chronicles the life of Oscar de León, an overweight Dominican boy growing up in Paterson, New Jersey, who is obsessed with science fiction and fantasy novels and with falling in love, as well as with the curse that has plagued his family for generations.
The middle sections of the novel center on the lives of Oscar's runaway sister, Lola; his mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral; and his grandfather, Abelard. Rife with footnotes, science fiction and fantasy references, comic book analogies, and various Spanish dialects, the novel is also a meditation on story-telling, the Dominican diaspora and identity, sexuality, and oppression.
Most of the story is told by an apparently omniscient narrator who is eventually revealed to be Yunior de Las Casas, a college roommate of Oscar's who dated Lola.
Yunior also appears in many of Díaz's short stories and is often seen as an alter ego of the author.
تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز شانزدهم ماه جولای سال 2012میلادی
عنوان: زندگی شگفتانگیز اسکار وائو؛ نویسنده: خونو دیاز؛ مترجم: کیومرث پارسای؛ کرج: در دانش بهمن، 1389؛ در 382ص؛ شابک9789641741220؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان دومنیکن تبار ایالات متحده آمریکا - سده 21م
عنوان: زندگی کوتاه شگفت انگیز اسکار وایو؛ نویسنده: خونو دیاس؛ مترجم: نادر قبله ای؛ تهران: نشر خزه، 1398؛ در 352ص؛ شابک9786229984598؛
نویسنده در «زندگی کوتاه و شگفتانگیز اُسکار وائو»، بر اساس تجربه شخصی خویش، برای به تصویرکشیدن مشکلات، و دغدغه های خانواده هایی که به «ایالات متحده» مهاجرت کرده اند، به موازات قصه ی زندگی قهرمان ناکام خود، تاریخچه ی خانوادگی، و نیز بخشی از تاریخ سرزمین پدری وی را بازگو میکنند؛ «اُسکار» که هیچکس حاضر نیست او را بپذیرد، و قهرمان بیگانه ی قصه به شمار میآید، نمادی از مهاجرین زاغه نشینی است، که دیگر نه در موطن خود جایی دارند، و نه در سرزمین مهاجر پذیر پذیرفته میشوند؛ و خانواده ی وی نیز، نمونه ای از همان خانواده هایی هستند، که پس از پشت سر گذاشتن تجربه ی حکومت دیکتاتوری «تروخیو»، که در دهه های چهل و پنجاه سده بیست میلادی، شهرها و روستاهای «دومنیکن» را، به کانون خشونت تبدیل کرده بود، در مواجهه با تمدن «ایالات متحده» دچار بلاتکلیفی فرهنگی میشوند
تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 25/04/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی
November 8, 2013
I am late to the party with Junot Diaz's work, but wow, what a book! This is realistic adult fiction, with interlocking stories tracing several generations of a Dominican family. I say 'realistic,' though it owes a debt of gratitude to the magic realism of Garcia Marquez and Borges. I knew very little about the Dominican Republic before reading this novel. Now I can't imagine how I got along without the wonderful voices and characters Diaz evokes. He tosses out literary, pop culture, geek, and Dominican Spanish references with equal gusto, and if you don't understand them all, don't worry. Just hang on and enjoy the ride. It all adds up to a rich stew with wonderful, unexpected flavors mixed together.
February 14, 2019
Because in my brain there is a sharp-edge precise hierarchy of the MODERN CLASSICS (read in the most recent years*), and because this book is newly minted therein:
1ST...........MIDDLESEX
2ND...........THE CORRECTIONS
3RD...........WORLD'S END
4TH (TIE).....ON BEAUTY/THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE...
I mean, surely this is a book to join the others. It's about pretty much the same thing as those others: it deals with the Family Odyssey. Theme of the decade..? Half century? I subscribe to the belief that nowadays the family chronicle, the history that lives within a single human, event, thing... well, all that is what readers wanna read & Pulitzer givers prize.
Oscar Wao is about several things, but the main family curse, that which honors the BRIEF part (SPOILER ALERT this ain't) in the title, is the centerpiece. Golly how I love family curses (duh: American Gothic is about as cool, to me, as the French New Wave). Anyway, it all amounts to this: Oscar is unique not because he is a social pariah in many many many ways. He is unique because his family history is unique, rich, relevant. This would be a mixed media piece were it in an art gallery. This very dexterous Dominican-american author talks about the DR like Arenas talks about Cuba in "Antes que anochezca."
The sass, the voice, the whimsical style... this is what won the novel its many awards. People are impressed by this exciting work and to them all I say please read those on my list (mmm...places 1-3) before you hail this a masterpiece. It is almost one, and I will even say that it is way more readable, and yes, much more relevant to Mexico (and me) than the other aforementioned novels. That I read it in two days, only because I had to sleep... well, that says more about it than I can try to describe.
* circa late 2009, ten years ago!--this is HUGELY outdated, readers!
1ST...........MIDDLESEX
2ND...........THE CORRECTIONS
3RD...........WORLD'S END
4TH (TIE).....ON BEAUTY/THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE...
I mean, surely this is a book to join the others. It's about pretty much the same thing as those others: it deals with the Family Odyssey. Theme of the decade..? Half century? I subscribe to the belief that nowadays the family chronicle, the history that lives within a single human, event, thing... well, all that is what readers wanna read & Pulitzer givers prize.
Oscar Wao is about several things, but the main family curse, that which honors the BRIEF part (SPOILER ALERT this ain't) in the title, is the centerpiece. Golly how I love family curses (duh: American Gothic is about as cool, to me, as the French New Wave). Anyway, it all amounts to this: Oscar is unique not because he is a social pariah in many many many ways. He is unique because his family history is unique, rich, relevant. This would be a mixed media piece were it in an art gallery. This very dexterous Dominican-american author talks about the DR like Arenas talks about Cuba in "Antes que anochezca."
The sass, the voice, the whimsical style... this is what won the novel its many awards. People are impressed by this exciting work and to them all I say please read those on my list (mmm...places 1-3) before you hail this a masterpiece. It is almost one, and I will even say that it is way more readable, and yes, much more relevant to Mexico (and me) than the other aforementioned novels. That I read it in two days, only because I had to sleep... well, that says more about it than I can try to describe.
* circa late 2009, ten years ago!--this is HUGELY outdated, readers!
June 11, 2017
Junot Diaz has created a masterpiece here, an incredible tribute to Dominican culture and history, and let's face it. . . what in the hell did you know about Dominican anything before you read this book? Nada. Less than nada.
Chances are, unless you're Dominican, a Caribbean history buff or a fan of Julia Alvarez's, you know mierda about Trujillo or his reign of terror or how badly Dominican women have been treated.
And, if you haven't read this book. . . you don't know Oscar Wao, and that's a tragedy.
This book has flavor, it has history, it has imagination, it has science fiction, and, best of all, it has cojones.
Diaz, through his narrator, Yunior, presents to the reader a sassy and intelligent Voice that you never doubt, not for one moment. The stories here are as real as they are surreal. And the characters? Even flat on a page, they have souls.
Oscar and Yunior represent oppositional masculine forces that somehow combine harmoniously to create one perfect man. Lola and Beli represent the millenial-old scream of all oppressed women.
Oscar Wao is a modern day tragic hero, more lovable than Hamlet, and this book is better than black beans and rice with a side of fried yucca.
Chances are, unless you're Dominican, a Caribbean history buff or a fan of Julia Alvarez's, you know mierda about Trujillo or his reign of terror or how badly Dominican women have been treated.
And, if you haven't read this book. . . you don't know Oscar Wao, and that's a tragedy.
This book has flavor, it has history, it has imagination, it has science fiction, and, best of all, it has cojones.
Diaz, through his narrator, Yunior, presents to the reader a sassy and intelligent Voice that you never doubt, not for one moment. The stories here are as real as they are surreal. And the characters? Even flat on a page, they have souls.
Oscar and Yunior represent oppositional masculine forces that somehow combine harmoniously to create one perfect man. Lola and Beli represent the millenial-old scream of all oppressed women.
Oscar Wao is a modern day tragic hero, more lovable than Hamlet, and this book is better than black beans and rice with a side of fried yucca.
September 15, 2014
I cannot tell you how much I do not care about whether or not this kid gets laid.
June 23, 2018
Junot Diaz’s 2007 Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Brief Wondrous Life Of Oscar Wao is an achingly beautiful, irresistibly harrowing depiction of Dominican Republic.
The twentieth century’s one of the most disreputable dictators, Rafael Trujillo exercised absolute power over Dominican Republic like a feudal lord from February, 1930 until his assassination in May, 1961. The longevity of his barbarous reign led to the slaughter of 50,000 Dominicans.
The author, Junot Díaz persuasively creates a brilliant parallel in the novel between supernatual events and the painful history of oppression and colonialism in the Dominican Republic.
Plagued by an ancient Dominican curse, the novel chronicles the life of Oscar Wao, a contemporary immigrant on an unlikely journey where his want of personal love may come to an justifiable end. This folklore tale of the search for redemption leads the reader through the darkest corners of a country under horrible dictatorial control.
The novel includes a significant amount of Spanglish and neologisms, as well as references to fantasy and science fiction films and books (LOTR). Containing elements of magic realism, the author explores our perception of masculinity, power of appearance, love, opression. The novel is also a commentary on story telling and the Dominic diaspora.
The multi-generations story, epic in scope, evolves around women who pitifully reflect the image of their battered country. Junot Diaz, through his direct, explanatory writing style, succeeds in giving the readers a precious glimpse at life before and after the dictatorship.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is Junot Diaz's debut novel that is devastating and triumphant in equal measure.
The twentieth century’s one of the most disreputable dictators, Rafael Trujillo exercised absolute power over Dominican Republic like a feudal lord from February, 1930 until his assassination in May, 1961. The longevity of his barbarous reign led to the slaughter of 50,000 Dominicans.
The author, Junot Díaz persuasively creates a brilliant parallel in the novel between supernatual events and the painful history of oppression and colonialism in the Dominican Republic.
Plagued by an ancient Dominican curse, the novel chronicles the life of Oscar Wao, a contemporary immigrant on an unlikely journey where his want of personal love may come to an justifiable end. This folklore tale of the search for redemption leads the reader through the darkest corners of a country under horrible dictatorial control.
The novel includes a significant amount of Spanglish and neologisms, as well as references to fantasy and science fiction films and books (LOTR). Containing elements of magic realism, the author explores our perception of masculinity, power of appearance, love, opression. The novel is also a commentary on story telling and the Dominic diaspora.
The multi-generations story, epic in scope, evolves around women who pitifully reflect the image of their battered country. Junot Diaz, through his direct, explanatory writing style, succeeds in giving the readers a precious glimpse at life before and after the dictatorship.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is Junot Diaz's debut novel that is devastating and triumphant in equal measure.
October 22, 2017
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep...that have taken hold.” J.R.R. Tolkien.
Oscar Wao is a wonder of nature. A nerd. Weirdo. Freak. This is the story of an outcast and his travails. A free spirit who speaks in sci-fi gibberish and aspires to become the Dominican J.R.R.Tolkien. His isolation is as massive as his 307 pounds and his inglorious virginity. His intelligence as fierce as his lascivious gluttony. His wit as vigorous as his passion for books and his need for love and validation.
Life has never been easy for this obese, kind-hearted and ill-omened young man who lives with his scarred mother and his obstinate sister Lola in a crime ridden ghetto in New Jersey. He gulps down fear of rejection and his tremendous vulnerabilities and puts himself at risk with reckless abandon in a daredevil quest to find love, to feel joined to another human being, to project his long denied humanity in another person.
Beware of fukús though. These evil shadows, Mordor-like, lurk in every corner and have cursed Oscar’s family for generations, sending them to prison, exposing them to tragic accidents, condemning them to unbearable heartbreak.
Will this Dominican superstition obliterate the flickering candle of hope that casts light upon Oscar's doomed future?
Is there really a curse or only life and bad choices that can prove fatal?
Oscar simply got under my skin, tight and secretive as a plot.
In taking his hand one doesn't only sign up for an exotic stroll in the labyrinthine paths that delineate plural identity, eluding geopolitical and cultural boundaries but also for a journey into the collective memory of the Trujillo's dictatorship era and a glimpse into the muted crimes, corruption and genocide committed in the Dominican Republic of the sixties.
Junot Díaz’s acerbic use of the language, which fuses neologisms, slang jargon and transgressive humor creates a painfully labored illusion of spontaneity and fluency, a zeitgeist that reflects the multicultural menagerie of the New Jersey suburbs and the immigrant experience in a foreign land, which fosters without recognizing newcomers and alienates them from their native countries. Immigrants straddle two worlds, belong to none and are beset by both.
Written in English yet built upon underlying Spanish diction, Díaz’s prose in itself proves that no language, no culture, no race is ever pure and that people all over the world exist transversally above the artifice of draconian purity. The creative process of writing is presented as the ultimate expression to define Oscar’s forthright intertextuality where books, fictional characters and writers give reason to his otherwise miserable existence.
Told in the first person narrative by Yunior*, Lola’s boyfriend and Díaz’s alter-ego, and alternating past and present, history and literature, doom and promise, the story is unfolded from different perspectives enhancing the metafictional experience while disclosing subjacent plots such as the complexity of relationships in contemporary societies, the detritus of lives spent under constant physical and psychological strain endorsed by an abusive patriarchal hierarchy and the burden of serendipitous tyranny.
Life can become a curse or a blessing, Díaz whispers to the reader. Every choice has its own consequence. Human beings from everywhere will try to give answers to senseless questions through fukús, involving faceless mongooses and voodoo, believing fervently in angels and demons rather than in the theory of evolution or in identifying their lost ones reincarnated in white gulls surfing the sky waves of eternity. The wrapping might differ but the nest of mankind’s ignorance is essentially the same.
In the twilight of one’s consciousness, where ebbing lives are bathed in lulling moonbeams and canefields cuddle broken bodies, the unconcerned hobbit of this story draws a weary smile and takes pride in having acted following the stars of love and literature in a Universe where nothing ever ends and where one can always open a new book and find a new beginning.
“Nothing more exhilarating (he wrote) than saving yourself by the simple act of waking.” (201)
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(*) My frustration with Yunior’s selfish attitude with Lola, his debasing use of totos and his failure at being a true friend to Oscar accounts for the lacking star.
Oscar Wao is a wonder of nature. A nerd. Weirdo. Freak. This is the story of an outcast and his travails. A free spirit who speaks in sci-fi gibberish and aspires to become the Dominican J.R.R.Tolkien. His isolation is as massive as his 307 pounds and his inglorious virginity. His intelligence as fierce as his lascivious gluttony. His wit as vigorous as his passion for books and his need for love and validation.
Life has never been easy for this obese, kind-hearted and ill-omened young man who lives with his scarred mother and his obstinate sister Lola in a crime ridden ghetto in New Jersey. He gulps down fear of rejection and his tremendous vulnerabilities and puts himself at risk with reckless abandon in a daredevil quest to find love, to feel joined to another human being, to project his long denied humanity in another person.
Beware of fukús though. These evil shadows, Mordor-like, lurk in every corner and have cursed Oscar’s family for generations, sending them to prison, exposing them to tragic accidents, condemning them to unbearable heartbreak.
Will this Dominican superstition obliterate the flickering candle of hope that casts light upon Oscar's doomed future?
Is there really a curse or only life and bad choices that can prove fatal?
Oscar simply got under my skin, tight and secretive as a plot.
In taking his hand one doesn't only sign up for an exotic stroll in the labyrinthine paths that delineate plural identity, eluding geopolitical and cultural boundaries but also for a journey into the collective memory of the Trujillo's dictatorship era and a glimpse into the muted crimes, corruption and genocide committed in the Dominican Republic of the sixties.
Junot Díaz’s acerbic use of the language, which fuses neologisms, slang jargon and transgressive humor creates a painfully labored illusion of spontaneity and fluency, a zeitgeist that reflects the multicultural menagerie of the New Jersey suburbs and the immigrant experience in a foreign land, which fosters without recognizing newcomers and alienates them from their native countries. Immigrants straddle two worlds, belong to none and are beset by both.
Written in English yet built upon underlying Spanish diction, Díaz’s prose in itself proves that no language, no culture, no race is ever pure and that people all over the world exist transversally above the artifice of draconian purity. The creative process of writing is presented as the ultimate expression to define Oscar’s forthright intertextuality where books, fictional characters and writers give reason to his otherwise miserable existence.
Told in the first person narrative by Yunior*, Lola’s boyfriend and Díaz’s alter-ego, and alternating past and present, history and literature, doom and promise, the story is unfolded from different perspectives enhancing the metafictional experience while disclosing subjacent plots such as the complexity of relationships in contemporary societies, the detritus of lives spent under constant physical and psychological strain endorsed by an abusive patriarchal hierarchy and the burden of serendipitous tyranny.
Life can become a curse or a blessing, Díaz whispers to the reader. Every choice has its own consequence. Human beings from everywhere will try to give answers to senseless questions through fukús, involving faceless mongooses and voodoo, believing fervently in angels and demons rather than in the theory of evolution or in identifying their lost ones reincarnated in white gulls surfing the sky waves of eternity. The wrapping might differ but the nest of mankind’s ignorance is essentially the same.
In the twilight of one’s consciousness, where ebbing lives are bathed in lulling moonbeams and canefields cuddle broken bodies, the unconcerned hobbit of this story draws a weary smile and takes pride in having acted following the stars of love and literature in a Universe where nothing ever ends and where one can always open a new book and find a new beginning.
“Nothing more exhilarating (he wrote) than saving yourself by the simple act of waking.” (201)
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(*) My frustration with Yunior’s selfish attitude with Lola, his debasing use of totos and his failure at being a true friend to Oscar accounts for the lacking star.
November 29, 2023
As I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, I have a fukú story too. I wish I could say it was the best of the lot—fukú number one—but I can’t. Mine ain’t the scariest, the clearest, the most painful, or the most beautiful.
It just happens to be the one that’s got its fingers around my throat.
…
She should have kept running too but she beelined for home instead. Can you believe it? Like everybody in this damn story, she underestimated the depth of the shit she was in.
…
He wrote that he couldn’t believe he’d had to wait for this so goddamn long. (Ybón was the one who suggested calling the wait something else. Yeah, like what? Maybe, she said, you could call it life.) He wrote: So this is what everybody’s always talking about! Diablo! If only I’d known. The beauty! The beauty!
Reread November 2023: Considering how long I waited to finally read The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, it’s a sign of how much I enjoyed it that I’ve reread it a mere two years later. Oscar is so funny, both intentionally and unintentionally. The story has got such great energy and heart. I just love everything about this novel. A must read.
Original review: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is framed around the story of Oscar de León, a lonely, overweight Dominican-American young man who wants to be the next Stephen King and wants to have a love requited. But given the title, Oscar’s life is a surprisingly small piece of this novel. The middle two-thirds examine the lives of his sister Lola, his mother Beli, his maternal grandfather Abelard, and his roommate Yunior. Moreover, throughout the book there are discussions about the Dominican diaspora and the DR’s experience under dictator Rafael Trujillo, the Failed Cattle Thief himself. And threaded through the story is magical realism, and the idea of curses upon generations of a family or even an entire country:
No matter what its name or provenance, it is believed that the arrival of Europeans on Hispaniola unleashed the fukú on the world, and we’ve all been in the shit ever since.
In lesser hands, what I’ve described could be a hot mess, but what Junot Díaz has done in The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is captivating and brilliant. The writing is just stunning, sharp, observational, and full of energy. It is littered with fun pop culture references, and has the best use of footnotes since Infinite Jest. The characterization is great, leading to some scenes that are laugh out loud funny and others that are heartbreaking. Rather than a more conventional plot, Mr. Díaz uses those characters and their stories to explore the history of Latin America generally, and the DR specifically. He explores how to find your place in the world, despite heartbreak and loss. And most of all, there’s a deep examination of masculinity and machismo, how it can prevent men from having more satisfying relationships, and that there may be better ways for men to live.
I feel a bit silly hyping The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. I mean, it won the Pulitzer Prize in 2008. Just because I was tragically late to the party doesn’t mean you need me to tell you it’s a great book. But just in case you’re like me and somehow never got around to reading this one, do yourself a favor and read it. You won’t be disappointed. Highly recommended, especially the audiobook performed by the incomparable Lin-Manuel Miranda and Karen Olivo.
November 4, 2013
Not sure what was so wondrous about Oscar's life.
March 10, 2021
3 to 3.5 stars
I did enjoy this book, but in the end I was left wondering what it was all for? It richly develops with lots of details to suddenly come to an end without anything really happening. Basically - here is Oscar's life, some background on why things are the way they are, and here's where it all ended up. The end.
If you like really detailed Historical Fiction, this is the book for you. There is a lot of very descriptive and thorough information about the political and social structure of the Dominican Republic in the mid-20th century. This is something you are really going to love if it is your thing, or it may bring the book to a halt (and cause a few DNFs) if it is not.
The overall language and the treatment of women in this this book is a sign of the times. If you have issues reading historically accurate but rude and crass language and behavior, proceed with caution. The n-word appears a lot and any inappropriate description of a woman you can think of can be found in these pages. Again, accurate to the time and place, but maybe something you should consider before reading.
Overall, a great Historical Fiction read, but the story and its seeming lack of purpose left me wanting more.
I did enjoy this book, but in the end I was left wondering what it was all for? It richly develops with lots of details to suddenly come to an end without anything really happening. Basically - here is Oscar's life, some background on why things are the way they are, and here's where it all ended up. The end.
If you like really detailed Historical Fiction, this is the book for you. There is a lot of very descriptive and thorough information about the political and social structure of the Dominican Republic in the mid-20th century. This is something you are really going to love if it is your thing, or it may bring the book to a halt (and cause a few DNFs) if it is not.
The overall language and the treatment of women in this this book is a sign of the times. If you have issues reading historically accurate but rude and crass language and behavior, proceed with caution. The n-word appears a lot and any inappropriate description of a woman you can think of can be found in these pages. Again, accurate to the time and place, but maybe something you should consider before reading.
Overall, a great Historical Fiction read, but the story and its seeming lack of purpose left me wanting more.
August 22, 2017
This is someone's masterpiece, is what I kept thinking. Someone's lifechanger, someone's book they hug to their chest when they finish and re-read every couple of years for the rest of their life. And I would nominate it for classic canon worthy for that reason, and I should be so lucky to ever get the gift to discuss it with a class.
Diaz tells the story of the de Leon family and their trials and tribulations throughout at least three generations under the horrors of the Trujillo dictatorship in the Dominican Republic and the sorrows of the permanent exile life that followed. It's about the damage, the severe PTSD, the small nervous tics, the unexplained emotional fits and cryptic half-stories told to children with something always left out. However, he makes it powerful through letting all of that play out as apparent background noise to the childhood and young adulthood of the title Oscar, a boy growing up mostly in New Jersey, who is a lover of all things sci-fi and nerddom, bullied because of his weight, desperately in love with girls all around him. It's about him trying to become a person the best he knows how, with all of that working against him, plus everything else his family has already gone through- about being a loner, an outcast not only from your age group, but from your family, your culture, even the supposed expectations of your gender.It's horribly sad on so many levels, and Diaz makes it sting all the harder with his vivid details, crushing turns of phrase and a memorable first person voice that plays with the art of storytelling in a narrative voice that is lucid, full of gallows humor and unsentimental about his deeply flawed, deeply scarred family. Unsentimental, but understanding, and that's the important difference. He never lets you forget why they are the way they are- because people go on allowing the world to be the way it is- because people who try to draw even the tiniest lines of decency in the sand under absolute power absolutely corrupted always end up with a boot in the face. Books like this offer a strong embrace of words for people who have gone through something like this- they say, "I see you. You're not crazy. You really saw that. And it really was as unacceptable and awful as you think. Don't let them gaslight you, because I saw it too. And we're both still here." This is someone reaching out with the gifts they have to connect- this is the best of what writing is for, and I could see it on every page.
It isn't *my* masterpiece, though. It's *not for me* and *not about me*- and that's okay. I struggled a little bit with that at first- with the untranslated Spanish, with the cultural references I didn't understand- but lean into that discomfort guys, because then I got it. This struggle? This is what people of other cultures go through every day trying to understand the language, the references, the in-group stuff in America. This is all those 19th century books that assume you know French and what a spinnet is, and you only do if you've been privileged enough to get the keys to that. Otherwise you have to work at it- and honestly, it isn't that hard if you try a little and use your context clues- you'll get a lot of it, and if you don't, you'll get the gist, believe me. Try what it feels like on the other side of the fog for a bit, and make the effort to get past it. Diaz has provided you everything you need, you just need to work at it a bit. If it helps you to make the effort if you think of this as one of the Classic Canon Enshrined Forever That We Must All Read Because They Are Classics, think of it that way. Because I truly believe this is a classic, and if there's any justice, it'll be in that canon before long, if it isn't already. It's gorgeous, it's humane, it's insightful, it offers a tragic tale and a coming-of-age narrative, its got multigenerational drama, its a peek inside a horrible time in history presented with wildly engaging writing. It gets my vote.
Diaz tells the story of the de Leon family and their trials and tribulations throughout at least three generations under the horrors of the Trujillo dictatorship in the Dominican Republic and the sorrows of the permanent exile life that followed. It's about the damage, the severe PTSD, the small nervous tics, the unexplained emotional fits and cryptic half-stories told to children with something always left out. However, he makes it powerful through letting all of that play out as apparent background noise to the childhood and young adulthood of the title Oscar, a boy growing up mostly in New Jersey, who is a lover of all things sci-fi and nerddom, bullied because of his weight, desperately in love with girls all around him. It's about him trying to become a person the best he knows how, with all of that working against him, plus everything else his family has already gone through- about being a loner, an outcast not only from your age group, but from your family, your culture, even the supposed expectations of your gender.It's horribly sad on so many levels, and Diaz makes it sting all the harder with his vivid details, crushing turns of phrase and a memorable first person voice that plays with the art of storytelling in a narrative voice that is lucid, full of gallows humor and unsentimental about his deeply flawed, deeply scarred family. Unsentimental, but understanding, and that's the important difference. He never lets you forget why they are the way they are- because people go on allowing the world to be the way it is- because people who try to draw even the tiniest lines of decency in the sand under absolute power absolutely corrupted always end up with a boot in the face. Books like this offer a strong embrace of words for people who have gone through something like this- they say, "I see you. You're not crazy. You really saw that. And it really was as unacceptable and awful as you think. Don't let them gaslight you, because I saw it too. And we're both still here." This is someone reaching out with the gifts they have to connect- this is the best of what writing is for, and I could see it on every page.
It isn't *my* masterpiece, though. It's *not for me* and *not about me*- and that's okay. I struggled a little bit with that at first- with the untranslated Spanish, with the cultural references I didn't understand- but lean into that discomfort guys, because then I got it. This struggle? This is what people of other cultures go through every day trying to understand the language, the references, the in-group stuff in America. This is all those 19th century books that assume you know French and what a spinnet is, and you only do if you've been privileged enough to get the keys to that. Otherwise you have to work at it- and honestly, it isn't that hard if you try a little and use your context clues- you'll get a lot of it, and if you don't, you'll get the gist, believe me. Try what it feels like on the other side of the fog for a bit, and make the effort to get past it. Diaz has provided you everything you need, you just need to work at it a bit. If it helps you to make the effort if you think of this as one of the Classic Canon Enshrined Forever That We Must All Read Because They Are Classics, think of it that way. Because I truly believe this is a classic, and if there's any justice, it'll be in that canon before long, if it isn't already. It's gorgeous, it's humane, it's insightful, it offers a tragic tale and a coming-of-age narrative, its got multigenerational drama, its a peek inside a horrible time in history presented with wildly engaging writing. It gets my vote.
May 2, 2018
One star because I didn't enjoy reading this one bit.
I'm clearly in the minority here, and a minority at odds with a very high literary consensus at that, so I have to assume there's something here that I'm failing to register, that it's me, and not the book. But I really hated it. I rolled my eyes at literally every page and had to force myself to read on.
I found the story hollow and mind-numbingly boring, couldn't care less what happened next or what any of the characters amounted to, I hated the familiar over-exotisation of the foreign, the Other (reminded me strongly of Middlesex which was also thin on story but heavy on the rhapsodising over that mythical exotic race, the Greeks); and to me the famously eclectic, original style was merely showy, original for the sake of it. It's like Diaz had this thought of mixing old-school nerdiness, street slang, Dominican Spanish and pretentious uber-literary words and references, throwing in some supposedly self-deprecating but actually smug markers of self-awareness, and it sounded awesome in his head but the end result is, to me, a boastful dissonance with no beauty or point to it, a grape stew, as we say in Bulgarian - a hopscotch of discordant ingredients that tastes off. The book sounded off to me the entire time, and not just the awkward and unyielding blend of varying writing styles, but the drawn out metaphors and similes that seemed to painfully stretch their points, and the supremely annoying, forced-dramatic use of one-line paragraphs, exclamation points and exaggerated descriptions of strong emotions that nevertheless failed to elicit any reaction from me.
And another thing. I've had it up to here with the casual misogyny in super cool mega literary hyper praised dudes' books. It's not cool and I've heard it a million times before and at this point I can't abide it. Every single woman that makes an appearance in this book (except one, who is there to play the role of the witch) is described in dripping detail as a collection of appetising body parts, and all of those women are traffic-stopping hot, naturally, because what is even the point of non-fuckable females? Diaz, for one, seems at a loss for finding one. Women are routinely referred to as the collective "ass", "culo" and "toto" - like they're a natural resource instead of, you know, people. Even historical women are mentioned, sometimes manipulatively so, merely in terms of their desirability - like the Mirabal sisters who founded a whole resistance movement but the narrator only mentions them as girls Trujillo wanted to fuck but couldn't so he had them killed. I found that really irritating and frankly, insulting.
I know it's supposed to be critical, because the narrator is this hypermasculine guy and in the book hypermasculinity only leads to violence and loss (including Oscar's own desperate pursuit of it), but Oscar is supposed to be the opposite of that negative and he isn't that great either. He's obsessed with being in love with women he literally does not know and this is supposed to be an antidote to machismo? He merely sees women as another sort of object. Not to mention he checks all the boxes of the abominable Nice Guy(TM) stereotype - he gets violent when his love interest starts dating someone else, he stalks a woman, following her around and literally endangering her well-being and possibly life against her protests and appeals, and rationalises it by telling himself if she really wanted him to stop, she'd have him killed. Like, what?! And I so appreciate reading yet another account where women's actual, stated desires are completely dismissed in favour of men's ridiculous and self-serving interpretations of their behaviour. Not. Oh, and his fantasy about fucking a friend on the sly because she isn't hot enough "to date openly" (Oscar is a character described as physically unattractive and bullied for it) was another favourite too. Love these microaggressions in my literature, cause it's not enough to actually live them in real life.
This supposed criticism of misogyny still revolves around men and how it affects them - all of the feeling, compassion and analytical power is devoted to them. The consequences for women are presented in a disinterested way, like a natural calamity that can't be avoided. Which incidentally is exactly how misogynists see misogyny. So, a complete failure from where I'm standing.
The idea of likening the dictator Trujillo to a sci-fi or fantasy supervillain with unearthly origins and powers like Sauron sounds interesting, but is lost on the page. It's suggested in direct terms, in the space of a page (btw the only page in the entire book that aroused any interest in me), and the rest of the time I guess the reader is supposed to make the connection between the descriptions of his all-enveloping evil and the annoying repeated references to LotR, but those two merely coexist in the same book. No literary devices are employed to imply that connection that I could find.
The similarities with Middlesex were obvious to me and very annoying. Both authors exploit their countries of origin for the easily impressed American literary circles who are always ready to believe the most far-fetched and absurd things about non-US cultures, especially the more exotic-sounding ones. One uses a gene that travels down the generational line, the other uses a curse (fuku) that functions the exact same way. One utilises science, the other – magic. Both things decidedly outside the mundane logic of regular life. It seems performing literary magic tricks for the wide-eyed, well-intentioned but no less jingoistic for it American literati really pays off.
By the way this whole fuku/zafa thing, which only gets vaguely interesting literally in the last 5 pages, reminded me strongly of our own superstitions about уроки and the things you do to break them, like knocking on wood, spitting on kids, etc. and I really couldn't be as awed by it as I was supposed to be. I suspect the problem is I'm not an American for whom anything outside their borders is non-civilisation, a realm of primitive customs and supernatural forces.
I'm sure there was something supreme and subtle about this book that I just couldn't comprehend and therefore appreciate - perhaps I should have puzzled it out from the cryptic phrases, references and literal blank spaces in lieu of words thrown in the last few pages which I think were supposed to help piece together the possibly alien nature of the fuku hanging on the de Leons and how it could be undone. Well, I failed. Maybe I'd have been better prepared to place the novel had I been well-read in the Latin-American literary tradition. As it is, I've only read Isabel Allende from that crowd and I didn't care for her either. Maybe Latin-American magical realism, with or without hip additions like Jersey slang and nerdy references, just isn't my cup of tea.
ETA: Just learnt this started out as a short story and was expanded into a novel. It explains a lot, like why I couldn't bring myself to care about any of the characters's stories, most of which are essentially padding. And the more I think about it, the more it seems to me (though I do accept it may be that I just can't see what everyone else is seeing) that the main reason this modern-day family saga, unconvincingly pieced together with an underdeveloped idea of an ancient curse, got so many awards is that it's about a third-world dictator. Americans love reading about third-world dictators because it reaffirms their feeling of civilisational superiority while pumping them up with a pleasantly smug sense of worldliness.
I'm clearly in the minority here, and a minority at odds with a very high literary consensus at that, so I have to assume there's something here that I'm failing to register, that it's me, and not the book. But I really hated it. I rolled my eyes at literally every page and had to force myself to read on.
I found the story hollow and mind-numbingly boring, couldn't care less what happened next or what any of the characters amounted to, I hated the familiar over-exotisation of the foreign, the Other (reminded me strongly of Middlesex which was also thin on story but heavy on the rhapsodising over that mythical exotic race, the Greeks); and to me the famously eclectic, original style was merely showy, original for the sake of it. It's like Diaz had this thought of mixing old-school nerdiness, street slang, Dominican Spanish and pretentious uber-literary words and references, throwing in some supposedly self-deprecating but actually smug markers of self-awareness, and it sounded awesome in his head but the end result is, to me, a boastful dissonance with no beauty or point to it, a grape stew, as we say in Bulgarian - a hopscotch of discordant ingredients that tastes off. The book sounded off to me the entire time, and not just the awkward and unyielding blend of varying writing styles, but the drawn out metaphors and similes that seemed to painfully stretch their points, and the supremely annoying, forced-dramatic use of one-line paragraphs, exclamation points and exaggerated descriptions of strong emotions that nevertheless failed to elicit any reaction from me.
And another thing. I've had it up to here with the casual misogyny in super cool mega literary hyper praised dudes' books. It's not cool and I've heard it a million times before and at this point I can't abide it. Every single woman that makes an appearance in this book (except one, who is there to play the role of the witch) is described in dripping detail as a collection of appetising body parts, and all of those women are traffic-stopping hot, naturally, because what is even the point of non-fuckable females? Diaz, for one, seems at a loss for finding one. Women are routinely referred to as the collective "ass", "culo" and "toto" - like they're a natural resource instead of, you know, people. Even historical women are mentioned, sometimes manipulatively so, merely in terms of their desirability - like the Mirabal sisters who founded a whole resistance movement but the narrator only mentions them as girls Trujillo wanted to fuck but couldn't so he had them killed. I found that really irritating and frankly, insulting.
I know it's supposed to be critical, because the narrator is this hypermasculine guy and in the book hypermasculinity only leads to violence and loss (including Oscar's own desperate pursuit of it), but Oscar is supposed to be the opposite of that negative and he isn't that great either. He's obsessed with being in love with women he literally does not know and this is supposed to be an antidote to machismo? He merely sees women as another sort of object. Not to mention he checks all the boxes of the abominable Nice Guy(TM) stereotype - he gets violent when his love interest starts dating someone else, he stalks a woman, following her around and literally endangering her well-being and possibly life against her protests and appeals, and rationalises it by telling himself if she really wanted him to stop, she'd have him killed. Like, what?! And I so appreciate reading yet another account where women's actual, stated desires are completely dismissed in favour of men's ridiculous and self-serving interpretations of their behaviour. Not. Oh, and his fantasy about fucking a friend on the sly because she isn't hot enough "to date openly" (Oscar is a character described as physically unattractive and bullied for it) was another favourite too. Love these microaggressions in my literature, cause it's not enough to actually live them in real life.
This supposed criticism of misogyny still revolves around men and how it affects them - all of the feeling, compassion and analytical power is devoted to them. The consequences for women are presented in a disinterested way, like a natural calamity that can't be avoided. Which incidentally is exactly how misogynists see misogyny. So, a complete failure from where I'm standing.
The idea of likening the dictator Trujillo to a sci-fi or fantasy supervillain with unearthly origins and powers like Sauron sounds interesting, but is lost on the page. It's suggested in direct terms, in the space of a page (btw the only page in the entire book that aroused any interest in me), and the rest of the time I guess the reader is supposed to make the connection between the descriptions of his all-enveloping evil and the annoying repeated references to LotR, but those two merely coexist in the same book. No literary devices are employed to imply that connection that I could find.
The similarities with Middlesex were obvious to me and very annoying. Both authors exploit their countries of origin for the easily impressed American literary circles who are always ready to believe the most far-fetched and absurd things about non-US cultures, especially the more exotic-sounding ones. One uses a gene that travels down the generational line, the other uses a curse (fuku) that functions the exact same way. One utilises science, the other – magic. Both things decidedly outside the mundane logic of regular life. It seems performing literary magic tricks for the wide-eyed, well-intentioned but no less jingoistic for it American literati really pays off.
By the way this whole fuku/zafa thing, which only gets vaguely interesting literally in the last 5 pages, reminded me strongly of our own superstitions about уроки and the things you do to break them, like knocking on wood, spitting on kids, etc. and I really couldn't be as awed by it as I was supposed to be. I suspect the problem is I'm not an American for whom anything outside their borders is non-civilisation, a realm of primitive customs and supernatural forces.
I'm sure there was something supreme and subtle about this book that I just couldn't comprehend and therefore appreciate - perhaps I should have puzzled it out from the cryptic phrases, references and literal blank spaces in lieu of words thrown in the last few pages which I think were supposed to help piece together the possibly alien nature of the fuku hanging on the de Leons and how it could be undone. Well, I failed. Maybe I'd have been better prepared to place the novel had I been well-read in the Latin-American literary tradition. As it is, I've only read Isabel Allende from that crowd and I didn't care for her either. Maybe Latin-American magical realism, with or without hip additions like Jersey slang and nerdy references, just isn't my cup of tea.
ETA: Just learnt this started out as a short story and was expanded into a novel. It explains a lot, like why I couldn't bring myself to care about any of the characters's stories, most of which are essentially padding. And the more I think about it, the more it seems to me (though I do accept it may be that I just can't see what everyone else is seeing) that the main reason this modern-day family saga, unconvincingly pieced together with an underdeveloped idea of an ancient curse, got so many awards is that it's about a third-world dictator. Americans love reading about third-world dictators because it reaffirms their feeling of civilisational superiority while pumping them up with a pleasantly smug sense of worldliness.
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