if you haven't read this, you should.
Okay, we didn’t work, and all
memories to tell you the truth aren’t good.
But sometimes there were good times.
Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep
beside me and never dreamed afraid.
There should be stars for great wars
Diaz starts This is How You Lose Her with one of my favorite Sandra Cisneros poems. It’s a great intro. I like this book even more than Diaz’s Pulitzer Prize winning Oscar Wao (I really liked Oscar Wao). I’d be interested in speaking with others about how the books compare. I’m going to do a quote dump here, just because I think it’s more useful than a bland summary of Diaz’s NOT BLAND creation. If you haven’t read this, you should. It goes quick.
“She’s sensitive. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper” (6).
“Casa de Campo has got beaches the way the rest of the Island has got problems…Every fifty feet there’s at least one Eurofuck beached out on a towel like some scary pale monster that the sea’s vomited up. They look like philosophy professors, like budget Foucaults…” (15).
“After a year of us, together, this was where we were at. Our relationship wasn’t the sun, the moon, and the stars, but it wasn’t bullshit either” (19).
“I think about the first time me and Magda talked. Back at Rutgers. We were waiting for an E bus together on George Street and she was wearing purple. All sorts of purple. And that’s when I know it’s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it’s the end” (24).
“Ana Iris once asked me if I loved him and I told her about the lights in my old home in the capital, how they flickered and you never knew if they would go out or not. You put down your things and you waited and couldn’t do anything really until the lights decided. This, I told her, is how I feel” (68).
“You’re the only person I’ve ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can. A smarty-pants, the kind you don’t find every day. When I come back to you again you have kicked off your shoes and are picking at the running calluses on your feet, while reading a children’s book” (85).
“His hair was a frightening no-color. His sister had green eyes and her freckled face was cowled in a hood of pink fur. We had on the same brand of mittens. The world was ice and the ice burned with sunlight. This was my first interaction with Americans” (137).