“On July 2, 2003, I wrote scolding him for not having replied to my e-mail of a few days before. On the third, Carolina wrote back: “Dear Carmen, Roberto asked me to reply to your message and tell you that … Continue reading
‘To write about sickness, especially if one is gravely ill, can be a torment. Writing about sickness, if one is not only gravely ill but also a hypochondriac, is an act of masochism or desperation. But it can also be … Continue reading
“It is four light-hours to the end of the solar system; to the nearest star, four light-years. A disproportionate ocean of void. But are we really sure that it is only a void? We only know that in this space there are no … Continue reading
‘In Mexico City in 1976, a twenty-three year old with wild hair and aviator glasses stood up in the Librería Gandi, one of the bookstores that unwittingly supplied him with free books, and read a manifesto urging his fellow poets … Continue reading
This is the first English translation of Bolaño’s acceptance speech after winning the Rómulo Gallegos Prize in 1999. Read here….
“Bolaño, who was dyslexic, didn’t enjoy the classroom, and he dropped out of high school, devoting himself to poetry. During the late sixties, mass demonstrations erupted frequently on Mexico City’s streets, and Bolaño revelled in the political ferment. He became … Continue reading
“His writing is neither magical realism, nor baroque nor localist, but an imaginary, extraterritorial mirror of Latin America, more as a kind of state of mind than a specific place.” Interesting article in The New York Times (2005) with brief biog. Read … Continue reading