De Amerikaans-Dominicaans schrijver Junot Díaz werd geboren in Santo Domingo op 31 december 1968. Hij was het derde kind in een gezin van vijf. Gedurende het grootste deel van zijn vroege jeugd, woonde hij met zijn moeder en grootouders, terwijl zijn vader in de Verenigde Staten werkte. Díaz emigreerde met zijn familie naar New Jersey toen hij zes jaar oud was. Hij bezocht Kean College in Union, New Jersey, en behaalde een Bachelor of Arts graad aan de Rutgers University, en kort na zijn afstuderen creëerde hij het personage “Yunior”, dat als verteller van een aantal van zijn latere boeken optreedt. Na het behalen van zijn MFA aan Cornell University publiceerde Diaz in 1995 zijn eerste boek, de verhalenbundel “Drown” Een doordringende thema in deze verhalenbundel is de afwezigheid van een vader, die de gespannen verhouding van Diaz met zijn eigen vader weerspiegelt, In 2007 publiceerde hij zijn eerste roman “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao”, in 2012 gevolgd door een tweede verhalenbundel, “This Is How You Lose Her”. “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao” werd in meerdere talen uitgebracht en won verscheidene prijzen. Verder won won een Eugene McDermott Award, een beurs van de John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation, een Lila Acheson Wallace Readers Digest Award, in 2002 won hij de Pen/Malamud Award, in 2003 de US-Japan Creative Artist Fellowship van het National Endowment for the Arts, een beurs aan de Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study aan de Harvard University en de Rome Prize van de American Academy of Arts and Letters. In 2007 won hij de Sargant First Novel Prize en werd hij aangewezen als één van de 39 belangrijkste Latijns-Amerikaanse schrijvers jonger dan 39 jaar door het Bogotá Book Capital of World and the Hay Festival. In september 2007 kocht Miramax de filmrechten van het boek “The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao”. In 2008 ontving hij de Pulitzer Prize voor fictie.
Uit:The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
“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.
In those blessed days of his youth, Oscar was something of a Casanova. One of those preschool loverboys who was always trying to kiss the girls, always coming up behind them during a merengue and giving them the pelvic pump, the first nigger to learn the perrito and the one who danced it any chance he got. Because in those days he was (still) a “normal” Dominican boy raised in a “typical” Dominican family, his nascent pimpliness was encouraged by blood and friends alike. During parties – and there were many many parties in those long-ago seventies days, before Washington Heights was Washington Heights, before the Bergenline became a straight shot of Spanish for almost a hundred blocks – some drunk relative inevitably pushed Oscar onto some little girl and then everyone would howl as boy and girl approximated the hip-motism of the adults.
You should have seen him, his mother sighed in her Last Days. He was our little Porfirio Rubirosa.4
All the other boys his age avoided the girls like they were a bad case of Captain Trips. Not Oscar. The little guy loved himself the females, had “girlfriends” galore. (He was a stout kid, heading straight to fat, but his mother kept him nice in haircuts and clothes, and before the proportions of his head changed he’d had these lovely flashing eyes and these cute-ass cheeks, visible in all his pictures.) The girls – his sister Lola’s friends, his mother’s friends, even their neighbor, Mari Colón, a thirty-something postal employee who wore red on her lips and walked like she had a bell for an ass – all purportedly fell for him. Ese muchacho está bueno! (Did it hurt that he was earnest and clearly attention-deprived? Not at all!) In the DR during summer visits to his family digs in Baní he was the worst, would stand in front of Nena Inca’s house and call out to passing women – Tú eres guapa! Tú eres guapa! – until a Seventh-day Adventist complained to his grandmother and she shut down the hit parade lickety-split. Muchacho del diablo! This is not a cabaret!
It truly was a Golden Age for Oscar, one that reached its apotheosis in the fall of his seventh year, when he had two little girlfriends at the same time, his first and only ménage à trois. With Maritza Chacón and Olga Polanco.”
Junot Díaz (Santo Domingo, 31 december 1968)