It is always difficult to engage in dune comment fragmented work here in thirteen new necessarily uneven, but overall exciting. Each dentre however it suffices to immerse the player in a confined geographical and human universe where a sum of seemingly insignificant details enamel desperate unfinished quests and encounters characters left to themselves. Lying in appearance in the style of "storytellers" heirs of the South American magical realism, Bolaño however adds its "leg": home, are not losing as situations that the characters but already undefined characters seem to create their own situations increasing their disorder. It is in their destruction, their "lack in the world" that nestle the most remarkable passages of the collection, "Gomez Palacio" to "Buba" through "Last sunsets on earth" or "Dentist". The stories are biased to the subjectivity of the narrator and / or main character (the author? His double? His reflection?), Its lack of response to his failing memory intentionally, his unfinished analysis that leaves the reader to finish what the lines initiated.
Willingly destroyer of post-Allende Chilean diaspora and modern Chilean literature in general, Bolaño sinterroge and we asked about literary creation, the meaning of the described events (do they really one?), Absence of necessity dexpliquer mystery, the attraction, repulsion. Alternately football player of FC Barcelona, son dune porn actress, professor of literature failed in a desolate city, spectrum contemplating his own corpse, still exiled in Europe or Mexico - the narrator / main character never decide anything and is swept by elements simposent to him, fertile ground for no apparent will. The result is a certain conception of curiosity dune writing freed of its rules and despisers, dune creation where creators and creatures do quun in their indecision. The refusal to choose the characters (? Of the author) feeds his imagination in necessarily misleading and necessarily incomplete prejudices appearances; Briefly, in images, a feeling that SimPose the reflected and highlighted the true essence of creation: its unpredictability and its subjectivity.
Thus, "descents into hell" that are most news is only the beginning of promises, dune other work premises that he will remain eternally writing, the invitations at random, without any real conclusions, no real end points, purpose still to be defined. A bit like those nights with prostitutes, always too short and sévanouissant in the din drops on enamel sécrasant dune bad shower, the thud dune closing door or silence of a half-empty bed. Would the literature, in the end, this murderous whore who disposes of the author, labandonnant alone and indecisive, in pursuit of new readings and new writings ("Vagabond in France and Belgium")? Or the invitation to a discussion forever unfinished when the author renounces to put an end, leaving his characters hold forth into the void at the option of the player ("Return")? Who will read, or at the very least will be invited to ask the question in wandering sometimes burlesque singular atmosphere that will offer him the "killing whores."
Marijn Thibaud.
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