The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
Roberto Bolaño...posterity was a vaudeville joke audible only to those with front-row seats...
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Life is shit, thought Pelletier in astonishment, all of it.
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It smelled bad there, like blood and rotting meat, a dense, heavy smell very different from the smell of his own town, which smelled of dirty clothes, sweat clinging to the skin, pissed-on earth, which is a thin smell, and smell like Chorda filum."
2666, Bolano
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