Dylan Palmer
At first I thought this was another great example of Latin America literature but as each story blended into the next one it all emerged for me. I soon saw the desolate nature of the stories and characters, the isolation, the unforgiven nature of the environments and the subtly in which a story can flow from one page to the next. By the end I now had come to the realisation that although these stories seemed simple, Bolaño was the only master who could write them.
At first I thought this was another great example of Latin America literature but as each story blended into the next one it all emerged for me. I soon saw the desolate nature of the stories and characters, the isolation, the unforgiven nature of the environments and the subtly in which a story can flow from one page to the next. By the end I now had come to the realisation that although these stories seemed simple, Bolaño was the only master who could write them.