Review: The Savage Detectives, by Roberto Bolano
I couldn't finish it. I made it to pg 166 of 648, then skipped ahead a few times to see what might happen. Someone dies, surprise surprise. I couldn't get interested in the drop-out poet who likes sex and occasionally does drugs, and tries to save a prostitute. Eh. The diary section that switches to a multi-character non-linear interview style is mildly interesting, but I couldn't stay focused or follow it long enough. Free trade on paperbackswap, and it's probably going back there.
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I posted about this question here: http://therumpus.net/2009/08/the-limits-of-narrative/
I think with a different schedule or mindset I could appreciate this book. I don't think that will actually happen, though. :)