#robert bolano

[altrbody]

Roberto Bolaño’s The Savage Detectives

[drizzlingrain]

We are human beings, my son, almost birds, / public heroes and secrets.

I should remember to post here more often. Sometimes life moves faster than I can live.

I love how this poem juxtaposes everyday live with tragedy. I think what breaks my heart the most about this is the gentle acceptance.

[sevenseptember]

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.

Robert Bolano

[nypl]

While thinking about Robert Bolano’s The Savage Detectives, we wondered: what other books feature characters seeking an author? These were six of our favorites.

[crownhate]

recent hauls + crimes against fashion part 2666

couldn’t say no to that Citadel of the Autarch timescape pb but now I am cursed to finish the set.

[whisperthatruns]

Another Attempt at the Telling

The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day . . . ---Robert Bolaño

But--- we do know the secret story. At least, we each know our own secret story, and when we grow brave enough might share it, and if the party we share it with is honest, they might admit their own, and from there, hands held, we walk into the grotto and dip our hands into the cold waters, or meander up a darkened stairwell into the sweet musk of a bookshop, or descend into a speakeasy beyond a roped velvet curtain. The secret to knowing the secret is to speak, but we too often tell the stories of no matter and avoid the one story that does matter. In truth, we are bound by one story, so you'd think by now we'd tell it, at least to each other.

Vievee Francis, The Shared World (TriQuarterly Books/Northwestern University Press, 2023)

[razna]

When Lisa told me she'd made love to someone else, in that old Tepeyac warehouse phone booth, I thought my world was over. A tall, skinny guy with long hair and a long cock who didn't wait more than one date to penetrate her deep. It's nothing serious, she said, but it's the best way to get you out of my life. Parménides García Saldaña had long hair and could have been Lisa's lover, but some years later I found out he'd died in a psych ward or killed himself. Lisa didn't want to sleep with losers anymore. Sometimes I dream of her and see her happy and cold in a Mexico drawn by Lovecraft. We listened to music (Canned Heat, one of Parménides García Saldaña's favorite bands) and then we made love three times. First, he came inside me, then he came in my mouth, and the third time, barely a thread of water, a short fishing line, between my breasts. And all in two hours, said Lisa. The worst two hours of my life, I said from the other end of the phone.

When Lisa Told Me, by Roberto Bolaño

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