
The Emperor of Gladness: Oprah's Book Club: A Novel

The condo was spacious, the ceiling vaulted with polished oak beams. Everything was lit by dimmable sconces hung on the walls. There was so much space. That’s what wealth is, he realized: to live in a house where all the tools of living are out of sight.
Ocean Vuong • The Emperor of Gladness: Oprah's Book Club: A Novel
“When does anybody die?” she shrugged. “When God says Well done.
Ocean Vuong • The Emperor of Gladness: Oprah's Book Club: A Novel
“Oh, of course, go, go, go. Throw it far but don’t show off, you know? And no need to talk to me all the time. Just focus on yourself. I’ll be here when you need me.”
Ocean Vuong • The Emperor of Gladness: Oprah's Book Club: A Novel
Mommy
How strange to feel something so close to mercy, whatever that was, and stranger still that it should be found in here of all places, at the end of a road of ruined houses by a toxic river. That among a pile of salvaged trash, he would come closest to all he ever wanted to be: a consciousness sitting under a lightbulb reading his days away, warm
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“I just thought it would mean something,” said Maureen, letting out a long sigh. “What are you talking about?” Hai asked, not wanting to look at her. “That it has meaning when somebody dies. That it leads to something. But it doesn’t.” Her voice sounded buried. “The only thing that’s different is that I can’t stand flowers now. All that color just
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How strange to feel something so close to mercy, whatever that was, and stranger still that it should be found in here of all places, at the end of a road of ruined houses by a toxic river. That among a pile of salvaged trash, he would come closest to all he ever wanted to be: a consciousness sitting under a lightbulb reading his days away, warm
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“You wanna be a writer and you want to jump off a bridge? That’s pretty much the same thing, no? A writer just takes longer to hit the water.”
Ocean Vuong • The Emperor of Gladness: Oprah's Book Club: A Novel
dies and all of a sudden you become a box for them, he thought, you store these things that no one has ever seen and you go on living like that, your head a coffin to keep memories of the dead alive. But what do you do with that kind of box? Where do you put it down?
Ocean Vuong • The Emperor of Gladness: Oprah's Book Club: A Novel
“You don’t get scared?” “I’m used to it.” Russia bit his lip. “Anna’s just like my grandma. She’s strong.”