The
Savage Detectives
Roberto Bolaño (1998)
I’ve
been cordially invited to join the visceral realists.
Hard
for me to imagine what my life was like before I took up my position as
America’s preeminent Bolaño
scholar. I don’t know what I was doing then, probably something sleazy and
forgettable. But the minute I sat down for the first of many long
interrogations of a Bolaño
text I knew that my life would never be the same. The scales fell from my eyes
and, now sighted for the first time, I was called to spread the message of Bob
Bolaño. Reading
Bolaño is like
hearing the voice of a friend I never knew I had.
