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Why ocean Vuong is overrated
Reviewed in India on 14 July 2020
I don't get it. This is the second disappointment of a lauded writer this month and I feel like I know better now to listen to the crowd but not get influenced. My sanity is in my known unknown. My conviction in judging a million copies old book which is worshipped by so many is in being critical so that I may discover the underrated and not be put in a box with other's, just because.
When you type on the internet,
why didn't you like Ocean Vuong, search comes up - Permanently Stunning. To which I retort- Very much temporarily.
Funny, tender and stunning- it's just cold or really sunny.
Lyrical- Ok. If you say so.
Most Anticipated- and here we are I say
My point is not dissecting Ocean Vuong. He is definitely different. But did he make me feel different about his work than my peers?
YES & NO
Yes, I was intrigued to read him and know about him. Media can't seem to have enough of him. And I am a product of media somewhere , like most of us these days.
And No, I was not enchanted by his writing. In most parts. I felt he unnecessarily wrote so many paragraphs which just made the whole book sound disjointed. An attempt at a good draft at most. Sure it has some great quotes. I mean really. That's what makes the poet shine. But is the book quotable as a whole? NOPE.
Also I don't know about you, but some parts felt as if I have listened or read them, just in a different manner. So that dampened my spirits. Some pages I dragged myself to see hard what was missing. Why was I not enjoying it as much as the one quote 20 pages back. Every 4 pages, there is a paragraph which made me sad or happy, intensely. But that's it.
You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty
Word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?I miss you more than I remember you.