r/robertobolano

I found a decent book shop whilst visiting Madrid and instantly spotted these. I grew up bilingual and its been a while since I got to use my Spanish properly. For those that have read the English and the Spanish language editions, or those that maybe struggle with one language more than the other, how much harder is it, and how different does the prose and general writing/flow come across in the intended language?

Update: I'm not that far in, as I was 3/4 of the way through The Crossing when I purchased it, so took a quick break to read around 20 pages of 2666. The flow is much better in Spanish which seems to be the main difference, and there is definitely more of a rhythm to it than the translation. Aside from the occasional noun that has escaped me as time has passed, the first 20 pages or so have been relatively straightforward.

As the summer holiday reached its midpoint, and I found myself at my deepest point in the hammock of idleness, I finally embarked on the project of reading 2666.

What surprised me most wasn’t its scale but its momentum. At over a thousand pages I expected something dense and exhausting, but instead it feels almost compulsive. Bolaño just keeps telling stories, then stories inside stories, and somehow it’s incredibly difficult to stop reading even when you have no idea where any of it is going.

One thing I kept wrestling with was the temptation to interpret everything. Is this symbolic? Does that scene mean something? Eventually I felt the novel itself was resisting those questions. It almost seems to ask: why should everything point to a hidden meaning? Why must every recurring image become a metaphor? I found 2666 much more rewarding once I stopped trying to decode it and simply accepted the uncertainty. I think one must approach it as a post modern work defying modern literary conventions.

What stayed with me most, though, was how often the novel builds toward anticlimax. The critics’ search. The detectives following endless dead ends. The boxing match that receives pages of buildup only to end in a couple of sentences. Again and again, people dedicate themselves to projects that dissolve into nothing. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this might reflect Bolaño’s own suspended existence while waiting for a transplant. Whether consciously or unconsciously, the novel seems haunted by lives placed on hold.

The central theme, for me, was evil. Not just the spectacular evil of the murders, fascism, or war, but the mundane kind. Two critics beating a taxi driver for reasons they barely understand. A mother visiting her imprisoned son. Ordinary people slowly adapting to horror until it becomes part of the landscape. I don’t think Bolaño is trying to explain evil so much as show how frighteningly ordinary it can become, and how easily societies, and individuals, learn to live beside it.

Ironically, I found Part IV less shocking than hypnotic. The repetition almost anesthetized me. At first I wondered why Bolaño would narrate case after case in such a relentless fashion, but eventually I began to think that numbness was the point. By the end, I wasn’t just reading about a society desensitized to violence. I had started to experience a version of that desensitization myself.

The scene I keep returning to isn’t one of the murders. It’s Ingeborg walking into the mountains at night, overwhelmed by the stars and the realization that all the light surrounding her comes from the dead past. It’s one of the most beautiful passages I’ve read in years, and it somehow belongs perfectly in a novel otherwise saturated with brutality. Another standout is Amalfitano and the geometry book, hanged to dry to see how well it handles reality. That is just genius.

I’m curious whether anyone else noticed the pattern of anticlimax throughout the novel. I don’t see it discussed nearly as often as Part IV, but by the end it felt like one of the book’s defining rhythms.

I’m early in my Bolaño journey: started last month with By Night in Chile and it blew my mind, now on Distant Star.

Came across this Substack from an author researching and writing a Bolaño biography, he’s in Mexico meeting some of the real women who inspired characters in The Savage Detectives.

https://open.substack.com/pub/aaronshulman/p/bolanos-mexico-city-50-years-later

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