Photo: Melissa Horn
A pause to celebrate Roberto Bolaño’s
2666, which I am deep into:
Roberto Bolaño’s
2666 is tremendously good. I’ve never read something so consistently, so
powerfully beautiful, horrible, and enthralling. I adore it and abhor it, and when it’s within my grasp I feel like a stronger person. It’s like being at a Sonic Youth show, like being in punch drunk love, like listening to your favorite record on your hi-fi and
knowing the experience couldn’t be better, no matter what: With
2666, Bolaño fools you into thinking he is the
only writer and his is the
only book to read. It’s an incredible thing.
