‘only in chaos are we conceivable'
Im still trying to understand how this book makes me feel, is almost like a massive waterfall that when approached near it dissolves into air. Bolaño is a natural storyteller and that is undeniable, the capacity of encapsulating so many different stories and perspectives in one book is magnificent. However, sadly, the author ended first than the book and the incomplete marks that his death left on the book are more than visible. The pain of the uncertainty, i wish i could see beyond all of that, i wish i had meet you so you could tell me how things end, even tho a part of me knows. I killed this book pushing it down the window, the rain suffocated the pages, i feel better knowing that the end is far.
There are not many words that i could say, the portrait of a reality, the benefits of money and the cruel life of those that need to leave. Recommend for those who seek a home, especially Europeans.
A political dive into sci fi, idk why it took me so long to read Asimov, the father of the human empire hehehe :)
The construction of indifference, i wish humans could be seen from this inner perspective but they never will. Camus never read Marx and that is visible, german ideology would make this book way more fascinating.
Ps: im glad I haven't bumped into this book when i was 14
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