just started this morning
LA LITERATURA NAZI EN AMÉRICA (Roberto Bolaño, 1996)
i cracked this open for the first time in a very serious waiting room and i had to really hold myself back to avoid laughing my ass off and spooking everyone there
these fictional biographies read, to me, like the apex of social satire. A+++++...
there was a prelude to that form in the epilogue of monsieur pain, which preceded this novel by decades, but those biographical notes were more or less serious, whereas these ones seem to me really transcendent of their borgesian origins.
maybe i’m judging too soon, but yeah, seems to me this is the most exquisite high comedy. im fucking stoked!