Confounded By the Acclaim
As a big fan of minority voices in literature, I was eager to read Junot Diaz¿s debut novel. I was impressed by his writing style in the few short stories I read from his collection of short stories Drown. They uniquely, playfully, and insightfully recounted a sort of trans-national, immigrant identity from the Dominican Republic to the New York/ New Jersey empire. Expecting The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao to reflect this same sort of literary aptitude, I must say I was let down. Diaz attempts to create the complete anti- stereotype of a Dominican. He creates a corpulent, fantasy obsessed, gamer. Oscar spends his days like a typical nerd- using an elevated and convoluted vocabulary, spending hours in front of the tv and computer screen, and daydreaming endlessly about all the beautiful girls he sees but will never touch. The only unique thing about Oscar is that he happens to be much darker than the typical nerd would be. Not that nerds can¿t be interesting, it¿s just that Diaz doesn¿t give him any other traits besides that. Oscar is an archetype. What¿s more, it seems that with the creation of Oscar¿s character Diaz wants to debunk stereotypes of minority, namely Latino, characters. In listing everything that makes Oscar unDominican- that he¿s the antiplayer, that he spends his time gaming not gang banging, that he chooses to act educated- he in fact reinforces stereotypes against urban Latinos. Another character, Yunior, who is also the narrator, almost fits this stereotype perfectly, except that he is sensitive enough to write all this stuff down. And I realize his vantage point is from the street, which can be a very interesting one, but there¿s not enough sophistication in his voice to overshadow his blatant and sometimes gratuitous use of street slang. There are plenty of ways to make a character street and sophisticated at the same time. The mothers in this story whose personalities are shaped by lives back on the island also do not offer much in the way of a unique identity. They are basically what one would expect of a Dominican woman- lady in the streets, freak in the sheets type thing. The island itself becomes one big stereotype- a place where machismo is so thick you could pierce it with the bullets from the guns that all the gangsters running around have. Come on Diaz, make us Latinos proud and give us some characters that have more than 2 dimensions. The intrigue of the plot itself ebbs and flows. Some points I find myself very entertained, and at others I am wondering where the hell Diaz got this stuff. It¿s kinda random. Oscar falling in love with a prostie? While the contrast between a paranoid and vigilant life on the island and the carefree life in the States is apparent, the connection between these two spheres is just too¿ contrived. And beware: tragedy abounds. All that said, I still have faith in Mr. Diaz. He himself has said that all novels have bad chapters. Except in his case, most of the chapters aren¿t very good. Since this is his first novel, I¿ll give him a break. I can¿t wait to see his third or fourth. Then, I¿ll be excited again.
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