on 15 June 2009
This novel has important prizes in Spain, but I don't like it. It's the long and difficult to follow adventures of a Mexican minimalist poet and his mates, in search from the years of 1975 to 1996 of a Mexican female poet towards America and Europe.
I think it's really the true history slightly camouflaged of the short life and travels of the own author, Bolaño, born in Chile and who knew the Pinochet dictatorship, so, later he was gone to Mexico, later to Europe and Africa and finally died in Spain when he lived his last days until fifty years old, I think with his health seriously damaged owing to his excess.
Some ligths of talent are shown, as it's a long novel, but the structure is very irregular, difficult to follow, and I believe his success resides in the frequent and frankly description af all classes of sexual acts and situations, and also in the own death of the author (Editorial Anagrama has quality but also is comercially very wise) and much less in the intrincate travels and disparate adventures, literary or not, of the protagonist and his friends.