“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.”—Chuck Palahniuk via jamie
"When his troops [Jean-Pierre Boyer’s] arrived in Santo Domingo in February 1822 to proclaim the "indivisibility" of the island, they were welcomed with enthusiasm." — Island Revisited A review of “Why the Cocks Fight: Dominicans, Haitians and the Struggle for Hispaniola” by Michele Wucker
I never learned about this while in school in Santo Dgo. Never learned either that “In accordance with the Haitian Constitution, he [Jean-Pierre Boyer again] abolished slavery and barred the former white colonists from owning land.”
“Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind, loves being in long-term relationships. Can be clumbsy at times but tries hard. Will take on any project. Proud of themselves in whatever they do. Messy, and unorganized. Procrastinators. Great lovers, when their not sleeping. Extreme thinkers. Loves their pets usually more then their familiy. Can be VERY irritating to others when they try to explain or tell a story. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out.”—AQUARIUS
After 11 years wandering in the wilderness, following the publication of his slender, cruelly promising story collection Drown, Díaz hauls off with massive, heaving, sparking tragicomedy starring Oscar, a dorky Dominican-American “social introvert who trembled with fear during gym class,” and his mother and sister. Having escaped to New Jersey, they still suffer the manifold curses of the old country, still shiver in the chilly shadow of the departed Dominican dictator Rafael Trujillo. “He was our Sauron, our Arawn, our Darkseid, our Once and Future Dictator,” Díaz writes, “a personaje so outlandish, so perverse, so dreadful that not even a sci-fi writer could have made his ass up.” As Oscar and Lola grow up and go to college, they find themselves fighting the lingering dooms of the old country, the alien demands of New Jersey and the depredations of their romantic hearts — crueller tyrants than even Trujillo himself. It’s an unwinnable three-front war, and the outcome isn’t a fantasy, it’s brutal reality. “You know exactly what kind of world we live in,” Díaz writes. “It ain’t no f___ing Middle-earth.”
La diaspora una vez mas pone a los dominicanos (de aqui y de alla) en el mapa..Quizas sea verdad aquello de que sean estos lo que han de romper con el molde de la literatura post-trujillista y los que lleven la voz de la expresion dominicana de hoy.
“Our hero was not one of those Dominican cats everybody’s always going on about — he wasn’t no home-run hitter or a fly bachatero, not a playboy with a million hots on his jock.”—The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Diaz
A while ago, I took a hard stance on alcohol. I told my friends and I blogged about it a little. Some friends, especially Ricky, made fun of me because many times in the past I’ve taken hard stances against my vices, completely wiping them from my life. Such an absolutist approach invariably fails, because, obviously, it’s fun to do bad things sometimes. The problem with a rigid policy is that once you make an exception, it’s easy to give up entirely, and fall back into your old habits.
I’ve now adopted a strategy that appears to be more workable, and encompasses all my vices. I want to make decisions consciously, that is, on a rational, case-by-case basis. In other words, it’s not that fact that I was drinking that bothered me. It was that I drank automatically.
I experienced a similar problem with following strict self-imposed policies when in the beginning of ‘06 I decided to become a vegetarian. For me it was cruel and inhumane the mistreatment of animals for food and so I eliminated all meat from my diet. Later I had to reconsider this statement, and decided to instead do it by stages. First gone was red meat, beef and (the other white-meat) pork, then followed chicken and fish I would have on occasion. I think that my intensions were good but I did not plan for such a huge undertaking as abruptly changing one’s diet. Not knowing how to cook I found my self not having a lot of choices for my meals. And then my vitamins ran out. Starved and malnourished, that’s when I found myself actually craving meat. Needless to say is that I’d soon succumb. I set myself up for failure. I can still rationalize it by saying that I didn’t want to be pigeonholed into this or that, but it is what it is. Now I just try use better judgement and maybe have a meal a day were no animal has been harmed. I think that’s a good thing for me, the animal and the environment.
“The fact that I
am writing to you
already falsifies what I
wanted to tell you.
how to explain to you
that I don’t belong to English
though I belong nowhere else”—Gustavo Pérez Firmat