“ Reading Roberto Bolaño is like hearing the secret story, being shown the fabric of the particular, watching the tracks of art and life merge at the horizon and linger there like a dream from which we awake inspired to look more attentively at the world. ”
Francine Prose - “The Folklore of Exile”, a review of Last Evenings on Earth (2006) in The New York Times (9 July 2006)
I’m on page 137. What page do you guys and girls find yourself on?
I just finished the first part of 2666 and realized we haven’t decided how we’re going to discuss the book. Should I just share my thoughts so far (minus any spoilers) or are we going to set a date and then all post our thoughts on the same day? Maybe we’re keeping this tumblr for quotes and pics and posting notes and ideas on our own tumblrs? Or possibly we’re going to get all 24th century and open up a google wave where we will tag-team a review of the book? I’m fine with whatever.
What’s the deal?
“ … as they delivered kick after kick, shove Islam up your ass, which is where it belongs, this one is for Salman Rushdie (an author neither happened to think was much good but whose mention seemed pertinent), this one is for the feminists in Paris (will you fucking stop, Norton was shouting), this one is for the feminists of New York (you’re going to kill him, shouted Norton), this one is for the ghost of Valerie Solanas, you son of a bitch, and on and on, until he was unconscious and bleeding from every orifice in the head, except the eyes. ”
Roberto Bolano - 2666, p. 74
This book is surprisingly hilarious in parts (wait for the context if you’re not there yet). I’ve laughed out loud/giggled out loud probably half a dozen times thus far.
Reading while doing laundry. Going home tomorrow! I was going to pack the clothes and leave ‘em to do at home, but I figured what the hell. Be an adult and do it now.
Am I posting too much? I think I might be.
“ She didn’t draw up long- or medium-term plans and throw herself wholeheartedly into their execution. She had none of the attributes of ambition. When she suffered, her pain was clearly visible, and when she was happy, the happiness she felt was contagious. ”
2666, Roberto Bolano.
This is at least part of my night tonight. There’s also a cup of cherry tea and some cookies on the bedside table.