A friend of mine reports that her university paid Junot Diaz a fat sum to cruise up, read, curse like a madman, eat lunch, reap the worship, and split.
Can we say, dream job?
I would like to be Junot Diaz. His website opens to a simple flash of words — The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao — and a quote from Michiko Kakutani proclaiming him one of “contemporary fiction’s most distinctive and irresistible new voices.”
A member of my Nola writers group forwarded this 2008 Boston Review fiction contest winner as the lagniappe, a published story we read each week in addition to our own work. While Diaz is the fiction editor of BR, Chris Abani judged the contest.
I had two long paragraphs that I wrote but I'm not even going to post. Just go read the story, and then, read the comments after the story.
Monday, July 13, 2009
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"It sucks when a perfect asshole manages to hurt your feelings."
Also, “You broke my heart just like you said you would. Like the fucking wind. You broke it wide open.”
Like the wind, I say.
i sense some jealousy.
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