brief and wondrous

the brief wondrous life of oscar wao is only the third book i've read with such, hmm, quickness, and when i finally finished the book i was convinced junot diaz is the best writer ever. same thing when i read the virgin suicides, that ending's so marvelous i had to read it out loud to make sure i got everything jeffrey eugenides was saying. then there's a million little pieces, the one book kaye and i both loved. she used to mock all my anne rice books before (was young, had to have that phase in my reading life), i mocked her for not reading.

sure there are rushdies and morrisons and mcewans, but james frey, jeffrey, and junot i admire because they write the way i want to, or i'd want to, did that make sense? it's like loving almost famous; sure martin scorsese and paul thomas anderson and robert altman make the most amazing movies... not saying cameron crowe's just a popular filmmaker, or that the junot's second rate, i'm stopping.

oscar wao is one unforgettable character, obese and perpetually inlove, you get that that's unrequited, right. i was a second away from screaming "i am so oscar wao" when the adifferentbookstore person said it first. oh well, oscar's way luckier than i am, and that's with his family fuku and all. you think all those junot diaz spanglish wouldn't inspire another melodramatic blogpost, you're wrong.