Book Review: On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous By Ocean Vuong

I am always looking for something sweet, something ugly, something that talks about what it means to be human, something that can tell me that there is meaning and that this life is not absurd, and something that can hold space for me to salvage myself. Even when I read a pop-science book on how to survive black holes, I wait for the writer to pause, look into my eyes and say, “D, we are nothing. But by reading, you form your own meaning. By being alive now, you are something.” As a privileged woman with limited amount of experience in life, I lose the entitlement to say that I find meaning to my own existence in a book written by an author who is an immigrant, gay, whose family has survived a war, and who comes from a class, in all probabilities, definitely worse than where I was when I was a child. But I read to get answers. I read to find my current location. I read to feel less lonely. I am relying on people, who have lived a long life in time that’s long and short to them, to guide me, to endure this little life, to feel fully alive.

Ocean Vuong’s On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous is a difficult read. It’s more difficult than Yiyun Li’s Where Reasons End. Pain hosts the stories. Li’s narrator writes to her son who has passed away, and Vuong’s Little Dog writes to his mother who can’t read. They both have the liberty to empty the bubbling cauldron in their hearts, for their recipients are never going to write back to them. Li does hear back from her son, but that’s her grief talking, her imagination bridging the gap. From my vantage point, it’s freedom to not receive a response; it’s cathartic. The impatience of the recipient is eliminated while writing. Both the books are similar in the way they break words, put them in a tube, only to lift it to light, to keep turning it to form and to show various shapes and colours. What keeps shifting and appearing is truly a spectacle.

In an autofiction, the boundaries between fact and fiction are blurred. At several junctures, while reading On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, I had to remind myself that I wasn’t reading a memoir, but a novel. It’s Little Dog’s story written by Ocean Vuong who has pulled myriad threads from the fabric of his own life to weave this story. I shouldn’t have let myself feel disoriented because there aren’t many memoirs as lyrical and poetic as Vuong’s novel. But is it possible to relate one’s life only using poetry, or words which are poetic and filled with metaphors? On the other hand, the details pertaining to practicalities demand to be packed in words clinical and functional. Then can the memoir be termed poetic? That’s where I can see that autofiction breathes. It exhales things which memoirs hold back.

Vuong’s poetry and story are in a constant battle in On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. They both fight to be in the forefront. I see them as two drivers taking turns to drive an enormous vehicle, on a very long highway. The speed is not constant, the vehicle responds to each driver differently, but the journey is memorable all the same. When the same vehicle is going to be steered by the same drivers again, at a distant point in future, the passing scenery could be entirely different.

Throughout the book, Vuong uses animal cruelty as an analogy. Animals are constantly in pain in his words. It made me flinch. Having been motivated by my love for animals, I even threw the net of skepticism on Vuong’s storytelling, and wondered if he loved animals at all. How could these analogies and metaphors stem from the mind and heart of someone who loves animals! Vuong answered my question in the last chapter. Who are we, human beings, if not animals ourselves, confined on this planet, surviving torture, succumbing to several forms of cruelties, and waiting for the gates to be opened! If the fences are eventually lifted, where will we go from there?

3 Replies to “Book Review: On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous By Ocean Vuong”

  1. Beautifully expressed, Deepika. You make me want to reread this. Which is no small feat, as you know, to even contemplate revisiting this territory. I’m glad you found such a connection with it.

    If you enjoy detailed discussions about writing, I believe that he is interviewed by David Naimon as part of Tin House’s “Between the Covers” series, free online (although he does have a Patreon page too)…it doesn’t matter who he interviews, after I listen to his questions and their answers, I always want to read their work…he chooses terrific writers to feature and contemplate.

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    1. Thank you very much for reading, Buried In Print! Rereading the book is no simple feat indeed. But, I am going to aim higher. πŸ˜› Right after I finished reading the book, I sent an e-mail to my future-self reminding her how much she loved the book, and why she should read it sometime in the future. I am going to wait and see what my future self is going to think. πŸ™‚

      Many thanks for introducing me to Tin House’s ‘Between The Covers’. What a sweet title for the series! I have now subscribed to the newsletter. When I talk to you, I am moved by the urge to take my reading and writing serious. And then I slip into the quicksand of social media, and become a reluctant witness to Twitter fights about the crisis that India is going through. Thank you for being an inspiration to read and write more! ❀

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      1. You’re not alone in your doomscrolling, and not alone in the sense that it’s not the wisest coping mechanism either. Heheh Sometimes I can’t stop my finger from launching an app either, but mostly that leaves me feeling powerless, whereas engaging with ideas in stories (whether listening to or writing or reading them) never leaves me feeling that soul-sucking kind of helplessness. When I worry that I’m not really DOing anything, I remind myself that witnessing can be an action too.

        Now, I’m curious to see whether your future self rereads. Will she? Won’t she? And I’m curious which of Naimon’s interviews you might listen to first. I’ve started a project of gradually listening and relistening to them, this time taking notes and reading the books alongside, but I’m going out of order, based on what I can easily find via the public library’s shelves.

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