Roberto Bolano

haven't heard anything since this report back from 2009

Two new novels by the Chilean author Roberto Bolaño have reportedly been found in Spain among papers he left behind after his death. The previously unseen manuscripts were entitled Diorama and The Troubles of the Real Police Officer, reported La Vanguardia.

The newspaper said the documents also included what is believed to be a sixth section of Bolaño's epic five-part novel 2666.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/mar/10/spain-roberto-bolantildeo

one of my fav parts is the section on the journalist who starts in detroit & goes to see the boxer & ends up falling for that girl & almost gets killed or something? idk i always remember my fav parts as if they were dreams i had

That's by far my favourite section but not sure I could really say why. Maybe because it seems realest? The bits in the various sections about just driving round Santa Teresa at night, ending up going for a drink or something to eat, they were my thing.

That section is the one that feels most pulp thriller to me - and I'm not holding it against Bolano because I'm sure that's what he was going for.

It's been a couple years, but wasn't there a whole section about a professor who hung a math book on the cloths line and heard voices. I remember him being very reminiscent of the father who eventually goes crazy in the first section of Savage Detectives.

Yep – it was in the second section. Then when Fate starts finagling the professor's daughter the book comes up again.

you guys are making me want to reread this

important related poll: 2666 poll

I already started rereading bits of it on the bus.

When Bolaño introduces Lotte in the last third, and you realize where he's going with this plot strand, I got a little buzz.

About to finish Distant Star, a quick one-day read in case anyone was curious. He's very good on describing figures of authority, specifically policemen.

i read a book called 'the daughters of juarez' about the murders that have taken place there over the past couple of decades and was surprised by the IRL presence of a klaus haas figure suspected of many of the deaths.

still have yet to read the last section, it's one of those books i've been doing over a very long period of time. reading the first two parts poolside on a windy night while at a desolate inn outside of palm springs was probably the most memorable experience i've had as far as the setting heightening and ameliorating the effects of a book.

Wonder what people in Mexico think of 2666? Especially that 4th part.

Distant Star was my first Bolano.

Do we have any Mexicans? If we set up a Spanish De Subjectivisten, maybe they would come.

the spanish wiki page is less helpful than i might have hoped, in that regard. it won a chilean prize and a spanish one, and apparently there is a theatrical adaptation.

Finished Distant Star yesterday morning. Entertaining but minor; it plays with a few motifs developed fully in The Savage Detectives.

What's next?

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xbzi6h_2666-bolano-rigola-fsi-2010-mc93_creation

If we set up a Spanish De Subjectivisten, maybe they would come.

We'd get weekly updates from the Argentinian league hooray! Football and literature are what binds Europe and South America together.

Went to the library, saw and picked up Monsieur Pain (another 100 page novella, doesn't have an entry for it embedded in the Bolano wiki page, though it has its own page). In the one page note to it Bolano says it was written in '82, won a couple of provincial prizes...so he obviously wrote a bit of prose before turning to it, finally and full time, in the early 90s.

Kinda fascinating about how much there is to come. Wiki is listing one more novel/novella, one further short story collection, one non-fiction and a couple of further poetry collections kicking about in the Spanish are bound to be translated.

While half-despairing and thinking of many other authors that could use that kind of committed publishing of translated works I'd say its 1st time I've had this feeling w/an author that I'd want to hunt down every single thing, too..

this from his book of essays coming out soon - http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2011/mar/22/who-would-dare/

Daniel Alarcón reads Bolaño's “Gómez Palacio”

http://www.newyorker.com/online/2011/03/28/110328on_audio_alarcon

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2011/oct/13/roberto-bolano-edge-precipice/

Paper and pages keeps being devoured by Bolano's pen.

i bought a collection of all the stories that appear in english in the volumes last evenings on earth, the return, and the insufferable gaucho in barcelona last year. sometimes speaking spanish is awesome.

between parenthesis was great. added about 20 books to my amazon wish list because he makes everything he reviews sound so awesome.

I ignored this guy for years but then I saw this TV doc on him and it almost made me cry at various points (happy tears). Did I see the link here? Sorry if that's the case

(in Spanish)
http://www.rtve.es/alacarta/videos/television/imprescindibles-roberto-bolano-21-10-10/908584

I just started Los Detectives Salvajes, it's a bit silly but good fun.

Great thread. key points incl Alfred's saying that one of the sections seems too long but he can't figure out what to cut and Max re it's *about* processing big raw chunks. Also reaching "an oasis of horror in a desert of boredom", considering and tracing so many people, places and other things around those polarities, which go back to cave paintings to some extent and forward through the most popular and (also for other reasons) enduring chunks of culture, incl sacred texts, however you define those. Also lots of stuff:
To make a bigger book, indeed a series of books, in his final, disobeyed instructions, to leave more of a legacy for his kids;
Because he can, in his lordly way (looking down at the well-behaved minor works, incl those merely perfect, rather than rocketing into the unknown, "Metamorphosis" vs The Trial--and that's if he likes you)
Something he mentions about "treading water", and I thought of something about the fly treading buttermilk 'til it turns to butter, and they fly's on top. Seems like he could also be in the butter, as in amber, and I bet Bolano would think if that to, but still think it's worth a shot, what else can a poor fly do? True.
oh yeah, and this description from Amazon:
Publication Date: November 13, 2012

Begun in the 1980s and worked on until the author’s death in 2003, Woes of the True Policeman is Roberto Bolaño’s last, unfinished, novel.
The novel follows Amalfitano—exiled Chilean university professor and widower with a teenage daughter—as his political disillusionment and love of poetry lead to the scandal that will force him to flee from Barcelona and take him to Santa Teresa, Mexico. It is here, in this border town—haunted by dark tales of murdered women and populated by characters like Sorcha, who fought in the Andalusia Blue Division in the Spanish Civil War, and Castillo, who makes his living selling his forgeries of Larry Rivers paintings to wealthy Texans—that Amalfitano meets Arcimboldi (sic), a magician and writer whose work highlights the provisional and fragile nature of literature and life.

Bolaño’s last, unfinished, novel

Not sure I believer this--there seems to be an inexhaustible supply. Not that I'm complaining.

Um - is this an expansion of one of the sections from 2666? Because that just sounds like Part 2 or 3 - i forget which.

Let's call it his next last novel. Might be an expansion of Part 2, yeah, with Amalfitano, daughter Rosa, dead women, but I don't recall a mention of flight from scandal, Sorcha or Castillo, and Bolano's got a way with deep expansions and/or digressions. He already had intermittently recurring characters in some stories published during his lifetime, so this might be s stand-alone text, also adding to our overview, though apparently unfinished. What the heck, even the finished stuff has a lot of openings.

Anyone else here read Antwerp? I read on holiday this year and its, ahem, loose.

Last one I read was his book of essays which I enjoyed. Also read one of the poems from tres about a band on a tour going from Argentina to central America that was pretty awesome.

just downloaded a copy of Antwerp and might try reading it while on holiday next week. will report back!

will try and embrace its looseness, tho it's hard not to let suspicions of sketchiness creep in ime.

xposted from the what are you reading thread -

Antwerp by Bolaño and I'm struggling a bit. There is perhaps just about enough of an accumulation of empty houses, empty streets, edge-of-town spaces, woods, repeated mechanised woman/man interactions (lighting a cigarette for the other), the recurring hunchback to see patterns emerge, if not a narrative.

and with the continual reconfiguration of these elements you get a strong aesthetic sense of the desuetude of a desiccated international zone of being - people drifting places, borders, policemen, observers, trains, the sea, temporary encounters in temporary places that cease to be as quickly as they are brought into existence. (i'd just been reading it in a London restaurant, and when i walked out onto the street again, i had the peculiar sensation of being in a foreign city, which i guess I may be able to credit the book for - equally it might just be the experience of eating and reading alone and stepping out into unusually mild and humid evening).

But really that's me working pretty hard at it - the atomised monotony of the text may have a point, but it's not enjoyable to read, and i was reminded of that crypto-arabic proverb, 'he talks like a sheep shits, at random and everywhere'. ('loose' Matt DC described it on the Bolaño thread and that was being v kind). i realise that's the point (so what?) but none of this seems compensated for by any intensity of purpose such as might make a virtue out of the stylistic pain. it feels portentous, unwitty. Some of that may be the translation I guess:

Then an artillery barracks, through the open gates of which I could see a group of recruits smoking, their bearing far from military.

a sentence which i can hear my great aunt joyce saying, followed by a 'well I mean...'.

wd be interested to hear from people who like this, cos I feel suspicious of my kneejerk impulse to dismiss, but it's a tedious slog for me at the moment - thank god it's not very long.

Will get onto this. Skating Rink is one I forgot almost as soon as I finished reading, had a similar experience of toil.

He is the one writer published in the last 20 years I think I would read anything by, mostly because it adds to the themes explored in his best books.

Have had my patience tried by much of his posthumous stuff but not 'The Third Reich', I loved that and it flew by for me.

I enjoyed Antwerp, but it's a poem, not a story, full of beautiful images, half-remembered, from a dream or a film seen long ago.

I'm really looking forward to Woes of the True Policeman. The Amalfitano part was my favorite section of 2666.

I started enjoying it a lot more after I posted how much I wasn't enjoying it.

the point about a poem is an interesting one, Cherish, cos I was sitting there thinking hmm shd this probably be a short poem? What's the stuff here that cdnt be in a poem. the accumulated stylistic monotony (I mean that neutrally) is one thing + now I'm getting on with it a bit better it feels about the right length for its fragments. getting a feel for this non place. fragmentary articulated film images.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/sep/23/roberto-bolano-the-return-review

^short story collection

See there is a bk by Clarice Lispector out so maybe I ought to switch my attention from one dead South American author to another.

There are $ books by Clarice Lispector out:

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBTxGzCEvTc/T7sUCVbtG1I/AAAAAAAAK-8/btRpGOvxZMY/s400/lispectors+1.JPG
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7jugr599uY/T7sUEhFMu2I/AAAAAAAAK_I/nuR2RBv5NTk/s400/914.jpg

Got to hit my library again :)

i have the passion according to gh next to my bed right now, ive tried to get into it but really can't.

try this on for a first paragraph:

------ I'M SEARCHING, I'M SEARCHING. I'M trying to understand. Trying to give what I've lived to somebody else and I don't know to whom, but I don't want to keep what I lived. I don't know what to do with what I lived, I'm afraid of that profound disorder. I don't trust what happened to me. Did something happen to me that I, because i didn;t know how to live it, lived as something else? That's what I'd like to call disorganization, and I'd have the confidence to venture on, because i would know where to return afterward: to the previous organization. Id rather call it disorganization because I don't want to confirm myself in what I lived - in the confirmation of me I would lose the world as I had it, and I know I don't have the fortitude for another.

My reaction would be to keep reading to know what happened to her and how she lived, but maybe that's just me..

it goes on in that vein, i find it a real slog. the fact that i started it after reading the unnameable and it somehow makes that book seem a light, breezy read is pretty daunting to me. going to read something a bit easier instead, got mao II by delillo sitting around so might give that a bash instead.

back on topic, ive read one of stories alluded to in that piece about that new bolano collection (the one featuring necrophilia), but not the others. the way his stories are collected in spanish and english differs, i have a collection called cuentos that comprises a large chunk of his published short fiction but i really want to read the rest. i may even prefer his short stories to his novels, altho ive only read 2666 and savage detectives.

and 2666 is p much my favourite book of the last few decades so maybe im talking shite.

probably tied with infinite jest, jesus my taste is insufferable!

the third reich!!!

i never thought about it but nazis were kind of a wellspring for this guy huh

only totally

Certainly. His fascination w/Ernst Junger (a favourte of Adolf and the question of whether he was a fascist or not) ties into that.