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A review by jyeetreads
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong
4.0
9.5/10 rating
Initial thoughts:
I finished it. I even read the acknowledgments…
I now possess both identities of Ocean-Vuong-fan-girl and zestful-undergoer-of-existential-crises.
This book… is masterful and important, so important. I was gonna give it 9.5/10 because tbh I’m no lyrical genius and some of the metaphors/poetic writing were lost on me, but in the end, that I think is just a doorway to further exploration— new nuggets of syntax/semantic wonders to explore in re-reads, which will definitely be happening with this book.
Because, (haha I’m breaking free Ocean Vuong!) despite those lulls, I still felt and tasted and saw and smelled and touched and heard and breathed with this story. It made me reflect and wonder and hope and fear and live in ways anew.
Gosh, this book, Ocean Vuong, me, us, you… (my review is even getting a little poetic itself here) wow we really are existing right now under the same sun that Cleopatra once gazed upon. Haha! That makes no sense to you! But nevertheless, please do read this book.
“We were born from beauty. Let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence— but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it.”
Initial thoughts:
I finished it. I even read the acknowledgments…
I now possess both identities of Ocean-Vuong-fan-girl and zestful-undergoer-of-existential-crises.
This book… is masterful and important, so important. I was gonna give it 9.5/10 because tbh I’m no lyrical genius and some of the metaphors/poetic writing were lost on me, but in the end, that I think is just a doorway to further exploration— new nuggets of syntax/semantic wonders to explore in re-reads, which will definitely be happening with this book.
Because, (haha I’m breaking free Ocean Vuong!) despite those lulls, I still felt and tasted and saw and smelled and touched and heard and breathed with this story. It made me reflect and wonder and hope and fear and live in ways anew.
Gosh, this book, Ocean Vuong, me, us, you… (my review is even getting a little poetic itself here) wow we really are existing right now under the same sun that Cleopatra once gazed upon. Haha! That makes no sense to you! But nevertheless, please do read this book.
“We were born from beauty. Let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence— but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it.”