Tag Archives: Roberto Bolano

if the roof is on fire it’s an electrical fault

Posted on July 31, 2013 by rustichello

I’m sitting in a beachside bar with Sputnik. The beer is cold, cheap, and plentiful. The sun is high and hot, waves lap against eroded coral, a cool breeze floats off the Gulf of Thailand. It’s all good. We’ve indulged … Continue reading →

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more Bolano: things to do with evil and safety

Posted on June 3, 2012 by rustichello

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I was deep into Bolano. I think I’ve now come out the other side. Looking back it’s a fantastic panorama, and a frightening one. One might say sublime but that’s probably my … Continue reading →

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Time

Posted on February 22, 2012 by rustichello

Jorge Luis Borges, Alexander Solzhenitsyn, David Foster Wallace and Roberto Bolano walk into a bar. They order drinks and arrange their arses on stools. They begin to talk about time. Time, says Borges, you can’t beat time: it limits all … Continue reading →

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Reading Bolano’s 2666

Posted on January 2, 2012 by rustichello

As I wandered (not lonely as a cloud) through Nepal one of the heaviest luxuries in my kitbag was a copy of Roberto Bolano’s 2666. I read it through, and then I read quite a bit of it again since … Continue reading →

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a pair of tits called authenticity

Posted on September 20, 2011 by rustichello

I’m not good at funny. I have a repertoire of jokes that scrape the sides of barrel abandoned during the gold rush. My jokes can be funny, but mostly I an engaged in a performance of being funny, or at least … Continue reading →

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