I had requested The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao to review — and am so glad I didn’t get it, because I couldn’t possibly have savoured it properly if I had. The one and only thing I didn’t love about the book was that it was about half the length it should have been; it was that good. And now we’ll have to wait like a decade before the next. Sigh. Can someone please inject Junot Diaz with a serum that makes him uncontrollably prolific (look at me talking like Oscar)?