What exactly it was she wanted was never clear either: her own incredible life, yes, a handsome, wealthy husband, yes, beautiful children, yes, a woman’s body, without question. If I had to put it to words I’d say what she wanted, more than anything, was what she’d always wanted throughout her Lost Childhood: to escape. From what was easy to enumerate: the bakery, her school, dull-ass Baní, sharing a bed with her madre, the inability to buy the dresses she wanted, having to wait until fifteen to straighten her hair, the impossible expectations of La Inca, the fact that her long-gone parents had died when she was one, the whispers that Trujillo had done it, those first years of her life when she’d been an orphan, the horrible scars from that time, her own despised black skin. But where she wanted to escape to she could not tell you.
from The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
The long, itemized series--what she wants and what she lives-- alternate with shorter, elegantly constructed noun clauses, three ribs forming a skeleton that supports the weight of the passage:
- What exactly it was she wanted...
- From what was easy...
- But where she wanted to escape to...
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