So, I’m
attempting to read more novels that have won Pulitzer Prizes because I like
nice things. When it comes to these award-winning novels, I enjoy reading about
people that are nothing like me, embedded in a setting that I do not directly
experience. I get my character-relatability fix from Girls with the whole
quirky-white-girl-in-an-elusive-quest-to-leave-her-imprint-on-the-world thing. This
particular book, The Brief Wondrous Life
of Oscar Wao*, recounts the life of (fictional character) Oscar De León within the context of his allegedly doomed
family. He is an overweight Dominican with a die-hard proclivity for cultish
science fiction and a self-destructive weakness for women. Yeah, I’d say we’ve
got some dissimilarities to work with.
Oscar’s name is badass; alas, he is not…at least by conventional
standards. His luck with the ladies is nonexistent, a stark deviation from the
suave Dominican style exuding from his peers. He is trapped in a constant state
of “in crush”, an unrequited infatuation with the opposite sex. At times, he
accepts his unlayable fate and retreats into his own nerdy heaven.
Occasionally, his failed lady-seeking endeavors derail his forced optimism,
resulting in intense depressive episodes. The novel is rife with foreshadows
of Oscar’s impending ruination. It is also less poetically put: shit is going to
go down with Oscar and it is not going to end well.
With his name in the title and all,
I figured the book would be pretty much exclusively focused on Oscar. Instead, Junot Díaz gives us a
generous taste of the lives of his family members as well. We learn about his
older sister, Lola De
León, and her difficulties finding her place in the world under the thumb of
her abusive mother, Belicia. Once this perspective has been painted, we explore
Beli’s own tumultuous past marked by orphanage, rebellion, and her fair share
of violence. Her restless, “inextinguishable longing for elsewheres”
contributed to the Dominican Diaspora, as she relocated to America following a
particularly horrific incident in her homeland (Díaz, 77).
Díaz’s choice of narrative style is
particularly inventive. The omniscient narrator is not even introduced as a
character until 167 pages in, where you discover he is a huge douche, albeit an
entertaining one. For instance, he says things like, “I had my job and
the gym and my boys and my novia and of course I had my slutties” which reminds
me of Don Jon a little too much (Díaz, 172). Additionally,
Díaz
capitalizes on ample footnote space. He pulls a Jeffrey Eugenides Middlesex
move (conveniently also a Pulitzer Prize winner) by planting fictional
characters within a historically factual framework. As such, readers learn a
great deal about Dominican culture and background. The narrator describes a
relevant event or person, and elaborates at the bottom of the page. But this is
not your typical informative footnote—it’s knowledge couched in casual language.
One footnote enlightens us-- “Balaguer is essential to the Dominican [tale],
so therefore we must mention him, even though I’d rather piss in his face” (Díaz, 90). Balaguer,
kind of an ass, duly noted.
Most of the Dominican history lesson stems from the novel’s
preoccupation with ~*fukú*~ (dun dun dun). Fukú refers to the “curse and the
doom of the New World” and it is no joke (Díaz, 1). Oscar distinctively feels the reverberations of the spell,
evident in his role as the outcast, and it is only until he learns to say f***
you to the fukú that he can be released from its wrenching grasp. The
curse has roots in the era of Dominican Dictator Rafael Trujillo, “The
Dictatingist Dictator who ever Dictated” (Díaz, 80). If the narrator’s
detailed account is to be believed, this guy belonged to an unfathomable league
that stretches the bounds of humanity’s conception of evil. The novel has enough
Lord of the Rings references to satisfy every Middle-Earth devotee in the
world, most often comparing Trujillo to Sauron (Díaz, 224).
LOTR and related spells aside, Díaz does more than
just blend fiction and nonfiction. He also mixes Spanish and English. His use
of Spanish language is fairly extensive—more than I was prepared for. I fully
recognize that this is cool and imaginative BUT admittedly, it was sometimes
inconvenient. I’m not particularly keen on disrupting the narrative flow by
consulting my Spanish dictionary every thirty seconds. Obviously, this would
not be a problem for a multilingual reader, or a reader with slightly more
patience.
Keeping in mind the Spanglish as a
complicated source of both frustration and intrigue, I give the novel 3 out
of 5 camel humps. It was pleasurable and humorous to read at the time but I
would not re-read it nor would I jump at recommending it. Game of Thrones is the extent of my sci-fi interest because dragons
are tight and I appreciate the ruthless drama of not being afraid to kill off
main characters (RIP like pretty much everyone); therefore, if you are more
partial to this genre, this novel is better suited for you. On the other hand, I was
pleasantly surprised by Oscar’s transformation from seemingly intransigent geek
into a truly dynamic character, and I took pride in watching his personal
growth. Last week, I saw this quote displayed in the National Portrait Gallery
in D.C.:
“Art
ain’t about paint. It ain’t about canvas. It’s about ideas. Too many people
died without ever getting their mind out to the world.”
-Thornton
Dial, Sr. 1993
Oscar’s ideas are unfairly stifled for so long because
people cannot look past his eccentric character or Yoda voice. When he is
finally free to express his feelings of love, he is able to get his mind out to
the world, and that is a wonderful thing for the reader to witness. Of course, this takes a while to develop, but... "patience you must have my young padawan" ( Star Wars: Episode III-Revenge of the Sith*).
*
Díaz, Junot. The Brief Wondrous Life of
Oscar Wao. New York: Riverhead Books, 2007. Print.
*Star Wars: Episode III-Revenge of the Sith. Dir. George Lucas. Lucasfilm, 2005. Film.
*Star Wars: Episode III-Revenge of the Sith. Dir. George Lucas. Lucasfilm, 2005. Film.
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