The Beauty! The Beauty!

Moorish Girl posts two readers' reports on the Junot Diaz reading last night. One of the attendees mentioned that his neverending-work-in-progress bore a similarity to his short story, "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao," which is one of the only stories I've ever read that made me weep openly.*

Anyhow, I'm not the only one anxiously awaiting Mr. Diaz's second book. And this reading is the first indication that we haven't been carrying the torch for naught. (I couldn't bear another heartbreak like the one I endured over Ellen Miller's failure to thrive.**)

*The other one being Pat Conroy's Beach Music, and I do wish I were kidding, but I'm not.

**Though she appears to be doing better lately, what with her excellent story in Brooklyn Noir.