Roberto Bolaño
December 29, 2008
- Mr Tench went out to look for his ether cylinder, into the blazing Mexican sun and the bleaching dust. A few vultures looked down from the roof with shabby indifference: he wasn't carrion yet. A faint feeling of rebellion stirred in Mr Tench's heart, and he wrenched up a piece of the road with splintering finger-nails and tossed it feebly towards them. One rose and flapped across the town: over ...
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December 18, 2008
- As the late Chilean author Roberto Bolaño well knew, with Hepatitis C you are either counting your days, stacking them like coins found in a drawer or under the cushions, or spending them like a drunk man with too much loose change; just as your viral count—whether 750,000 or a few million—could be viewed as either a weight on your soul or the hoped-for advance for your next novel. In any ...
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