First of Bolaño I've ever read and rather disappointing so far.
All about writers talking about writing to other writers who talk about writing, running around, writing each other letters about writing, teaching creative writing.
Reminds me of Bukowskis "THE POET" bit where all the poet ever writes about is THE POET!
Only a couple of stories in yet, maybe some good ones coming. I hope so.
What I like is that everybody seems very lonely in this book. Otherwise I don't get it, no humor, nor irony, seems terribly flat. Such a big name, Bolaño, and such dry stuff. Maybe I don't get something you should get, maybe the German translation?
Any Bolaño fans around here?