Sunday, May 9, 2010

By Night in Chile by Roberto Bolaño

There's really nothing so disconcerting as being near the end of a course, and having the text finally returned from Barnes and Noble, thus having to read the text on GoogleBooks, where random pages are omitted. Ugh.

Anyhow, what a nice, snarky story. Bolano has a real grasp of language, everything seems to float and glide ephemerally, and it has a very poetic effect. However, it failed to really grasp my attention. I can appreciate the criticism of the Chilean intelligentsia, and the appearance of Neruda (after I've been longing to buy a particular collection of his for the past month or so), but the story itself just didn't seem that interesting at all. I was a tad disappointed, but my version was also missing some pages.
I really don't know what to say about it. I think I must be missing something more than pages; I just didn't get it.

Monday, May 3, 2010

ggm

Hurray for GGM.
My mind is scattered to about fifty different corners of the world right now. What an awful week. I can't do this in an orderly fashion, apologies.
The act of relentless letter-writing is also present in his novel Love In The Time of Cholera. There's a whorehouse there, too, and I feel there must be one in memories fo My Melancholy Whores as well, which I've yet to read.
Dreams. Interpretation of dreams. The subconscious tied the mystical in a superstitious culture. Animation of lifeless things- such as the kitchen breathing on page 9.

"Sacrificial tools" used to kill Santiago. Same instruments used to kill pigs. Santiago expresses a desire not see animal deaths early in the narratie, when rabbit entrails are torn out and thrown to the dogs.

Narrator is collecting accounts, sort of like a journalist.

p.82 folk remedies