This afternoon, in the nick of time, I finished The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao for our book group discussion tonight. (Yes, once in awhile I take a break from poodles, computer, TV, and coffee, to read, and sometimes I even read something intellectual. Oscar is the story of a young man searching for love- not unusual, but make that an obese young man who has never had sex. How could that be intellectual? you say. Make the hero a Dominican man whose family has a fuku, or curse placed upon it. Make it partially take place in the Dominican Republic during the reign of terror during the dictatorship of Rafael Trujillo.
I didn't love the book, which won a Pulitzer prize, but I did learn about this period in the history of this little island nation. I was horrified by the violent scenes, which my guess is, were not just fiction. I felt no attachment to the hero, or actually to anyone in the book. It made me wonder, and think. Conflict. The corruption of power, and perhaps macho.
Now back to another mystery book.
No comments:
Post a Comment