Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Plus a guy named Luscious Skin.

I'm about 100 pages into Roberto Bolano's Savage Detectives right now. It's very... weird. At first I got a Murakami-ish feel to the narrator, now a little bit Henry Miller in its bohemian aimlessness and lust for word and sex. There's a lot of weird sex going on and stuff that's strange and over my head. Poets, man. I could never be one.

Well it's like 600+ pages, so I guess I'll let you know how it goes.

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