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I'm reading a New York Times Bestseller book by Junot Diaz called 'The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao". It's about a boy growing up in both New Jersey and the Dominican Republic whose life is lived under a curse. On page 60 his sister is described as an adolescent in the early '80s struggling to make it under a despotic mother:
"She dug hard, looking for my seams, wanting me to tear like always, but I didn't weaken, I wasn't going to. It was that feeling I had, that my life was waiting for me on the other side, that made me fearless. When she threw away my Smiths and Sisters of Mercy posters - Aqui yo no quiero maricones - I bought replacements. When she threatened to tear up my new clothes..."
"She dug hard, looking for my seams, wanting me to tear like always, but I didn't weaken, I wasn't going to. It was that feeling I had, that my life was waiting for me on the other side, that made me fearless. When she threw away my Smiths and Sisters of Mercy posters - Aqui yo no quiero maricones - I bought replacements. When she threatened to tear up my new clothes..."
