July 19, 2011 by markstani
For such a crazy psycho, ex-Dominican ego-monger Rafael Trujillo hasn’t half found himself the subject of some great fiction. First there was Mario Vargas Llosa’s The Feast of the Goat. Then came the breathtaking, heartbreaking, audacious, experimental, extraordinary ‘..Oscar Wao’ by Junot Diaz (pub. Penguin US, Faber UK). They’re both among the finest books I’ve ever read. Which goes to prove that as loony legacies go, it doesn’t have to be all bad.
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. And except for one period early in his life, dude never had much luck with the females (how very un-Dominican of him). He was seven then.