- •The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
- •It’s perfectly fine if you don’t believe in these ‘superstitions’. In fact, it’s better than fine — it’s perfect. Because no matter what you believe, fukú believes in you.
- •The moronic inferno
- •Oscar is brave
- •Oscar comes close
- •I’d kill him first.
- •Amor de pendejo
- •It was Ana. Standing in his foyer, wearing a full-length leather, her trigueña skin blood-charged from the cold, her face gorgeous with eyeliner, mascara, foundation, lipstick, and blush.
- •Oscar in love
- •I feel it, you say, too loudly. Lo siento.
- •I always hated obvious dreams like that. I still do.
- •La chica de mi escuela
- •It’s your fault! she swore, meant in more ways than one.
- •I don’t like him, Beli said. He looks at me.
- •Hunt the light knight
- •I love you! she wanted to scream, I want to have all your children! I want to be your woman! But instead she said, You be careful.
- •I’m allowed to do anything I want, Beli said stubbornly, with my husband.
- •El hollywood
- •The gangster we’re all looking for
- •I do not lie. How many rooms do you want?
- •I don’t need a job. He’s going to buy me a house.
- •It was La Inca who saw it first. Well, you finally did it. You’re pregnant. No I’m not, Beli rasped, wiping the fetid mash from her mouth. But she was.
- •Revelation
- •In the shadow of the jacaranda
- •I don’t know who in carajo—
- •Hesitation
- •La inca, the divine
- •Choice and consequences
- •Fukú vs. Zafa
- •I met something, Beli would say, guardedly.
- •Back among the living
- •La inca, in decline
- •I want to leave. I hate this place.
- •I wish I could say different but I’ve got it right here on tape. La Inca told you you had to leave the country and you laughed. End of story.
- •The last days of the republic
- •I’m thinking of going to Nueva York.
- •It was pretty horrible. As for punkboy, apparently dude jumped right out the window and ran all the way to George Street. Buttnaked.
- •I’d be sure to have ugly daughters.
- •I mean someone, Abelard said darkly.
- •Santo domingo confidential
- •The bad thing
- •I know, I know, Lydia, but what should I do? Jesú Cristo, Abelard, she said tremulously. What options are there. This is Trujillo you’re talking about.
- •Chiste apocalyptus
- •If the stories are to be believed, it all had to do with a joke.
- •The fall
- •Abelard in chains
- •It wasn’t long after that visit that Socorro realized that she was pregnant. With Abelard’s Third and Final Daughter.
- •The sentence
- •Fallout
- •The third and final daughter
- •The burning
- •I am your real family, La Inca said forcefully. I am here to save you.
- •Forget me naut
- •Sanctuary
- •Oscar takes a vacation
- •The condensed notebook of a return to a nativeland
- •It was also reported that Oscar drooled on himself and didn’t wake up for the meal or the movie, only when the plane touched down and everybody clapped.
- •La beba
- •I don’t need your help. And she ain’t a puta.
- •A note from your author
- •The girl from sabana iglesia
- •Oscar at the rubicon
- •I got one, he said. She’s the girlfriend of my mind.
- •Last chance
- •Oscar gets beat
- •Clives to the rescue
- •Close encounters of the caribbean kind
- •It wasn’t completely egregious, he said. I still had a few hit points left.
- •Part III
- •I might partake. Just a little, though. I would not want to cloud my faculties.
- •Curse of the caribbean
- •The last days of oscar wao
- •On a super final note
- •Veidt says: ‘I did the right thing, didn’t I? It all worked out in the end’. And Manhattan, before fading from our Universe, replies: ‘In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends’.
- •The final letter
- •Acknowledgments
- •Table of Contents
I want to leave. I hate this place.
The girl by this time could hobble to the latrine under her own power. She was much changed. During the day she would sit by the window in silence, very much like La Inca after her husband drowned. She did not smile, she did not laugh, she talked to no one, not even her friend Dorca. A dark veil had closed over her, like nata over cafe.
You don’t understand, hija. You have to leave the country. They’ll kill you if you don’t.
Beli laughed.
Oh, Beli; not so rashly, not so rashly: What did you know about states or diasporas? What did you know about Nueba Yol or unheated ‘old law’ tenements or children whose self-hate short-circuited their minds? What did you know, madame, about immigration? Don’t laugh, mi negrita, for your world is about to be changed. Utterly. Yes: a terrible beauty is etc., etc. Take it from me. You laugh because you’ve been ransacked to the limit of your soul, because your lover betrayed you almost unto death, because your first son was never born. You laugh because you have no front teeth and you’ve sworn never to smile again.
I wish I could say different but I’ve got it right here on tape. La Inca told you you had to leave the country and you laughed. End of story.
The last days of the republic
She would remember little of the final months beyond her anguish and her despair (and her desire to see the Gangster dead). She was in the grips of the Darkness, passed through her days like a shade passes through life. She did not move from the house unless forced; at last they had the relationship La Inca had always longed for, except that they didn’t speak. What was there to say? La Inca talked soberly about the trip north, but Beli felt like a good part of her had already disembarked. Santo Domingo was fading. The house, La Inca, the fried yuca she was putting into her mouth were already gone — it was only a matter of allowing the rest of the world to catch up. The only time she felt close to her old sense was when she spotted the Elvises lurking in the neighborhood. She would cry out in mortal fear, but they drove off with smirks on their faces. We’ll see you soon. Real soon. At night there were nightmares of the cane, of the Faceless One, but when she awoke from them La Inca was always there. Tranquila, hija. Tranquila.
(Regarding the Elvises: What stayed their hand? Perhaps it was the fear of retribution now that the Trujillato had fallen. Perhaps it was La Inca’s power. Perhaps it was that force from the future reaching back to protect the third and final daughter? Who can know?)
La Inca, who I don’t think slept a single day during those months. La Inca, who carried a machete with her everywhere. Homegirl was bout about it. Knew that when Gondolin falls you don’t wait around for the balrogs to tap on your door. You make fucking moves. And make moves she did. Papers were assembled, palms were greased, and permissions secured. In another time it would have been impossible, but with El Jefe dead and the Plátano Curtain shattered all manner of escapes were now possible. La Inca gave Beli photos and letters from the woman she’d be staying with in a place called El Bronx. But none of it reached Beli. She ignored the pictures, left the letters unread, so that when she arrived at Idlewild she would not know who it was she should be looking for. La pobrecita.
Just as the standoff between the Good Neighbor and what remained of Family Trujillo reached the breaking point, Beli was brought before a judge. La Inca made her put ojas de mamón in her shoes so he wouldn’t ask too many questions. Homegirl stood through the whole proceedings, numb, drifting. The week before, she and the Gangster had finally managed to meet in one of the first love motels in the capital. The one run by los chinos, about which Luis Díaz sang his famous song. It was not the reunion she had hoped for. Ay, mi pobre negrita, he moaned, stroking her hair. Where once was lightning now there was fat fingers on straight hair. We were betrayed, you and I. Betrayed horribly! She tried to talk about the dead baby but he waved the diminutive ghost away with a flick of his wrist and proceeded to remove her enormous breasts from the vast armature of her bra. We’ll have another one, he promised. I’m going to have two, she said quietly. He laughed. We’ll have fifty.
The Gangster still had a lot on his mind. He was worried about the fate of the Trujillato, worried that the Cubans were preparing to invade. They shoot people like me in the show trials. I’ll be the first person Che looks for.