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All of it is supported by Progressive Insurance. You chose to hit play on this podcast today. Smart Choice make another smart choice with Auto Quote Explorer to compare rates for multiple car insurance companies all at once. Try it@progressive.com Progressive Casualty Insurance Company and affiliates not available in all states or situations. Prices vary based on how you buy. You're listening to all of it on wny. Welcome to nyc. I'm Alison Stewart. The latest novel from poet and author Ocean Vuong was named one of the best books of 2025 by the New Yorker, NPR and Kirkus Reviews. It's titled the Emperor of Gladness. The story follows a young man named Hai who lives in East Gladness, Connecticut. Hai is struggling with addiction. He's dropped out of school and hasn't told his mom. One day he heads to a bridge to end his own life, but an elderly woman named Gragina sees him and stops him. She invites Hai to live with her as her caretaker. Hai agrees before realizing that Grajina has dementia. Their relationship quickly becomes deeper and more intimate than either of them bargained for. In the background of all of this is Hai's time working at a fast casual restaurant called Home Market. There, Hai encounters a diverse group of employees, all with hopes and dreams of their own, including his Civil War obsessed cousin Soni. The Emperor of Gladness is a semi autobiographical novel based on Ocean's own experiences as a caretaker for a woman with dementia. You'll hear about more of those real life memories and more on my conversation with Ocean Vuong from our January get lit with all of it book club event. We had a sold out crowd at the Stavros Niarchos Foundation Library. I began the conversation with Ocean by asking him why he wanted to begin the book with an in depth description of the fictional town of East Gladness, Connecticut.
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You know, I didn't know Connecticut had a reputation, you know, because you don't know where you grew up has a reputation until you leave it, you know. So when I came to New York to go to school, I told folks I'm from Connecticut and people said, ooh, fancy whale pants. And I said, what do you mean by that? He said, well, you know, private schools, yachts, you know, mansions, and we have a few of those. But actually what we have more of is a lot of working class immigrants who came particularly Caribbean from the Caribbean after World War II to work on the farms and the fields when the labor was at such a high shortage. And that led to the communities that I encountered coming to America in 1990. The first flag I ever saw in my life was a Puerto Rican flag hung on a dash with a pair of boxing gloves. And, you know, so I would grow up hearing Spanish, and it was surrounded by Haitian Creole, Jamaican, and. And to me, that was the bedrock of my imagination as an immigrant. And so I wanted to capture this because I think when I look up, like stories about Connecticut, you would of course, hear about Mark Twain, Walter Stevens, but they were different Connecticuts. They were from the past. And I wanted to update it with this place. And I think a fictional place is a wonderful conduit because it is stained with history but still holding the potentials of something else. Which is why I love fiction, because in a way, it's a suggestion of an otherness that perhaps we can still move forward towards. And I think on any January night, people are probably leaving second shifts with a paper bag of something good for their families and children. Waiting. I remember waiting outside, looking out the window for my mother's little Toyota Camry to come home. And I think that kind of anticipation of arrival and warmth because the winters are rough. And so I think, to me, it's about waiting. And you don't realize how. How much waiting being poor requires of you. When we were in the welfare lines, we were waiting. When we were asking for heat assistance, you wait. So time. People say time is money. And when you already don't have it, you're asked to consume it while begging. And so I think for me, it's this kind of anticipation of. Of the simplest things that I wanted to capture that mundanity in this place. East Gladness Much of the novel is.
