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The Return
A stunning collection of short stories - mostly dealing with the sex trade - by the late Chilean master and author of The Savage Detectives . The Return contains thirteen unforgettable stories that seem to tell what Bolano called “the secret story,” “the one we’ll never know.” Bent on returning to haunt you, Bolano’s tales might concern the unexpected fate of a beautiful ex-girlfriend, or soccer, witchcraft, or a dream of meeting the poet Enrique always surprise. Consider the title a young partygoer collapses in a Parisian disco and dies on the dance floor. Just as his soul is departing his body,it realizes strange happenings are afoot around his now dead body ― and what follows next defies the imagination (except Bolano’s own).
200 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2010
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Roberto Bolaño
139 books6,826 followersFor most of his early adulthood, Bolaño was a vagabond, living at one time or another in Chile, Mexico, El Salvador, France and Spain. Bolaño moved to Europe in 1977, and finally made his way to Spain, where he married and settled on the Mediterranean coast near Barcelona, working as a dishwasher, a campground custodian, bellhop and garbage collector — working during the day and writing at night.
He continued with his poetry, before shifting to fiction in his early forties. In an interview Bolaño stated that he made this decision because he felt responsible for the future financial well-being of his family, which he knew he could never secure from the earnings of a poet. This was confirmed by Jorge Herralde, who explained that Bolaño "abandoned his parsimonious beatnik existence" because the birth of his son in 1990 made him "decide that he was responsible for his family's future and that it would be easier to earn a living by writing fiction." However, he continued to think of himself primarily as a poet, and a collection of his verse, spanning 20 years, was published in 2000 under the title The Romantic Dogs.
Regarding his native country Chile, which he visited just once after going into voluntary exile, Bolaño had conflicted feelings. He was notorious in Chile for his fierce attacks on Isabel Allende and other members of the literary establishment.
In 2003, after a long period of declining health, Bolaño passed away. Bolaño was survived by his Spanish wife and their two children, whom he once called "my only motherland."
Although deep down he always felt like a poet, his reputation ultimately rests on his novels, novellas and short story collections. Although Bolaño espoused the lifestyle of a bohemian poet and literary enfant terrible for all his adult life, he only began to produce substantial works of fiction in the 1990s. He almost immediately became a highly regarded figure in Spanish and Latin American letters.
In rapid succession, he published a series of critically acclaimed works, the most important of which are the novel Los detectives salvajes (The Savage Detectives), the novella Nocturno de Chile (By Night In Chile), and, posthumously, the novel 2666. His two collections of short stories Llamadas telefónicas and Putas asesinas were awarded literary prizes.
In 2009 a number of unpublished novels were discovered among the author's papers.
He continued with his poetry, before shifting to fiction in his early forties. In an interview Bolaño stated that he made this decision because he felt responsible for the future financial well-being of his family, which he knew he could never secure from the earnings of a poet. This was confirmed by Jorge Herralde, who explained that Bolaño "abandoned his parsimonious beatnik existence" because the birth of his son in 1990 made him "decide that he was responsible for his family's future and that it would be easier to earn a living by writing fiction." However, he continued to think of himself primarily as a poet, and a collection of his verse, spanning 20 years, was published in 2000 under the title The Romantic Dogs.
Regarding his native country Chile, which he visited just once after going into voluntary exile, Bolaño had conflicted feelings. He was notorious in Chile for his fierce attacks on Isabel Allende and other members of the literary establishment.
In 2003, after a long period of declining health, Bolaño passed away. Bolaño was survived by his Spanish wife and their two children, whom he once called "my only motherland."
Although deep down he always felt like a poet, his reputation ultimately rests on his novels, novellas and short story collections. Although Bolaño espoused the lifestyle of a bohemian poet and literary enfant terrible for all his adult life, he only began to produce substantial works of fiction in the 1990s. He almost immediately became a highly regarded figure in Spanish and Latin American letters.
In rapid succession, he published a series of critically acclaimed works, the most important of which are the novel Los detectives salvajes (The Savage Detectives), the novella Nocturno de Chile (By Night In Chile), and, posthumously, the novel 2666. His two collections of short stories Llamadas telefónicas and Putas asesinas were awarded literary prizes.
In 2009 a number of unpublished novels were discovered among the author's papers.
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May 13, 2013
Roberto Bolaño. I love the way your name rolls off my tongue. Roberto Bolaño.
Roberto, my dear, you have a filthy mouth. Not that I mind exactly, I like a little filth in my life from time to time. Keeps things interesting. Keeps me on my toes.
Your little collection was so thought provoking that as I read, I often found my mind going off on little tangents. Like... is the solicitation of prostitutes really as commonplace as you make it sound? Have any of my friends solicited prostitutes? My boyfriends? It's something no one talks about, yet you, Señor, make it sound as if it's as ordinary as ordering an omelet for breakfast.
And now that you find yourself in the hereafter, tell me, is there really such a thing as a soul? And does it wander around after the body dies, continuing it's pitiable existence with nothing to entertain it but it's own thoughts? Or does it observe all of our dirty little secrets? Or both?
I wonder. I wonder. What sort of life must you have lead? So much violence in your stories. So much sex and murder and mayhem. Yet there's a tenderness to it all. Or am I just making that up?
Either way, I wish you were here. I'd like to take you to dinner.
April 21, 2015
The posthumously popular, it turns out, always have scraps left in a filing cabinet, on the kitchen table, under the bed, that will eventually see the light of day. I don't say that to be critical. In fact, I'm thankful really. Wouldn't it be nice if you could spend an evening with an old friend, an old lover, someone who was once full of energy and ideas, but now gone. A parent's handwritten note. A VHS tape. The same voice, but a chat you missed the first time round. A vivid dream.
This is like watching The Beatles goofing around in a studio, before George Martin pressed it onto vinyl.
So it's uneven, this, sometimes slight. Riffs and characters appear that will bloom larger in other works. Yet, a few of the pieces really stood out.
The title story begins this way:
I have good news and bad news. The good news is that there is life (of a kind) after this life. The bad news is that Jean-Claude Villeneuve is a necrophiliac.
Yes, it's dark - Bolaño definitely had some dark visions - but it's not Bataille dark.
There's a piece called "Murdering Whores" - which begs the question who is being murdered. This too is dark, yet I loved the structure of it. It looks like a short story. But it's a poem.
There are more whores, voodoo soccer players, the Russian Mafia. If you've read and liked Bolaño, you'd recognize the scribbles.
This is like watching The Beatles goofing around in a studio, before George Martin pressed it onto vinyl.
So it's uneven, this, sometimes slight. Riffs and characters appear that will bloom larger in other works. Yet, a few of the pieces really stood out.
The title story begins this way:
I have good news and bad news. The good news is that there is life (of a kind) after this life. The bad news is that Jean-Claude Villeneuve is a necrophiliac.
Yes, it's dark - Bolaño definitely had some dark visions - but it's not Bataille dark.
There's a piece called "Murdering Whores" - which begs the question who is being murdered. This too is dark, yet I loved the structure of it. It looks like a short story. But it's a poem.
There are more whores, voodoo soccer players, the Russian Mafia. If you've read and liked Bolaño, you'd recognize the scribbles.
October 10, 2012
I've never read Bolaño before. I don't know anything about him, his books, his publication history. I know that he is dead and that he wrote 2666. I also know that this time next year none of the above will be true. The Return has changed me in a way I'm not sure I'm able to articulate, but I'll try. Here's a writer who has united his love of genre fiction and passion for literature in a way that makes them inseparable. I don't know how you talk about The Return without talking about political thrillers, prison flicks, porno movies, ghost stories and dreams. He's taken low-brow culture and transformed it into high art. Many have tried, but Bolaño has succeeded. For the last year or so I've been working toward an understanding of what my own writing seeks to accomplish and the best way to share it with the world. Bolaño has provided me with an answer: without compromise.
September 27, 2021
It’s hard to believe, but I was born in a neighborhood called Los Empalados: The Impaled.
Though Enrique Vila-Matas cautioned against the practice, I'm reasonably sure Roberto Bolaño lived as much inside literature as he did in what could be termed real life. This collection is grim. It has all the manners of noir trappings and deceit, disappointment and death appear all the norm. I kept waiting for an uneven story to clunk into view. It didn't happen. The stories didn't appear as bookish as in The Insufferable Gaucho but The Return proved completely compelling. The locations appear to largely alternate between Barcelona and Santiago with Moscow and porn shoots of Southern California thrown in for giggles. There's a sociopath and there's necrophilia.
Though Enrique Vila-Matas cautioned against the practice, I'm reasonably sure Roberto Bolaño lived as much inside literature as he did in what could be termed real life. This collection is grim. It has all the manners of noir trappings and deceit, disappointment and death appear all the norm. I kept waiting for an uneven story to clunk into view. It didn't happen. The stories didn't appear as bookish as in The Insufferable Gaucho but The Return proved completely compelling. The locations appear to largely alternate between Barcelona and Santiago with Moscow and porn shoots of Southern California thrown in for giggles. There's a sociopath and there's necrophilia.
July 28, 2020
Not quite as good as Last Evenings on Earth. 4.5 stars.
"William Burns", "Prefiguration of Lalo Cura", and "Murdering Whores" are near-perfect. These stories are saturated with a particular type of mystery that I look for in all literature, but only occasionally find. They each reveal something, or numerous things, that can't be expressed directly, hence the need to construct a narrative to shed light on them (however dim, however partial, however fleeting). These are desperate and violent stories, as is par for the course for Bolaño. It's as if they reveal a portion of the night whose existence is rarely acknowledged (yet which holds a certain value, as Bolaño seemed to recognize).
"Meeting with Enrique Lihn" is very good too. And "Buba" isn't nearly as bad as some reviewers have made it out to be (I enjoyed it).
Edit: Minutes after writing this, I'm coming back to give this book five stars. It's a little uneven, but worth it for the stories that stand out.
"William Burns", "Prefiguration of Lalo Cura", and "Murdering Whores" are near-perfect. These stories are saturated with a particular type of mystery that I look for in all literature, but only occasionally find. They each reveal something, or numerous things, that can't be expressed directly, hence the need to construct a narrative to shed light on them (however dim, however partial, however fleeting). These are desperate and violent stories, as is par for the course for Bolaño. It's as if they reveal a portion of the night whose existence is rarely acknowledged (yet which holds a certain value, as Bolaño seemed to recognize).
"Meeting with Enrique Lihn" is very good too. And "Buba" isn't nearly as bad as some reviewers have made it out to be (I enjoyed it).
Edit: Minutes after writing this, I'm coming back to give this book five stars. It's a little uneven, but worth it for the stories that stand out.
October 12, 2015
A well-rounded collection of stories by one of literature's greatest sons. The title story, "The Return", was my favourite from the book. It's very strange and highly radical, it reeks of Bolaño. Other favourites include, "Snow", "Detectives", "Clara", and "Photos". (oh and yeah, skip "Buba", it's very long and very boring. Unless that's what Bolaño wanted...)
August 9, 2016
Haunting, weird, and surprisingly emotional at some points. This is one of the best short stories collection of contemporary literature. My favorite stories of this collection is The Return, Another Russian Tale, Buba.
December 20, 2024
The second book I've read by Bolaño, and I'm now convinced I will love everything he's ever written. My favourite stories in this collection were: 'Joanna Silvestri', 'Prefiguration of Lalo Cura', 'Photos', and 'Meeting With Enrique Lihn'.
March 16, 2014
For the most part, I didn't like this. Though much better than Insufferable Gaucho (which is part of the cache that the inheritors are publishing, so as to 'cache in'), it was nowhere near as good as Last Evenings on Earth -- the entire volume of which is a wonder....
...till I got to the last two stories ("Photos" and "Meeting with Enrique Lihn"), whereupon I remembered why I love Bolaño -- how his writing can be so beautiful and so sad.
Perhaps, if I went back and reread more patiently, some of the others would be more appealing. (The first story, "Snow", and the title story, "The Return", are OK -- the others seemed a bit cold.)
...till I got to the last two stories ("Photos" and "Meeting with Enrique Lihn"), whereupon I remembered why I love Bolaño -- how his writing can be so beautiful and so sad.
Perhaps, if I went back and reread more patiently, some of the others would be more appealing. (The first story, "Snow", and the title story, "The Return", are OK -- the others seemed a bit cold.)
August 11, 2021
Despite all the hoopla about a Chilean author who was NOT Isabel Allende finally gaining worldwide accolades, Roberto Bolaño had been a disappointment for me. His acerbic comments about other Chilean authors didn't win him any fans here - he asserted that, "Isabel Allende doesn't write, she scribbles" - but then in a "brilliant career move", he died at the age of 50, the world took note and the clubbish literary community hastened to claim him as one of theirs. Suddenly, the two biggest novels, "The Savage Detectives" and "2666", were available everywhere. I haven't read these but I read two other books and these left me perplexed and disappointed without a lot of enthusiam to go back in any hurry. (This despite owning those two big books, large in size as they are.) However, about ten years ago, I also found this collection of stories in a used book shop and it had sat on my shelf unread until recently I decided it had to go - but first, I'll read it. The first few stories were unimpressive but as I read on... My conclusion was that maybe the literary world is on to something... Bolaño is a wicked storyteller with a frequently morbid sense-of-humor which defies all good taste and that's why he is to be loved and admired. (Necrophiliacs get a shout out.) It's certainly worth checking out, despite the uneven quality common to collections.
August 28, 2021
The mystery of life in Latin America. Like a little bird charmed by the gaze of a snake.
Roberto Bolaño
As one reviewer summed reading The Return by Roberto Bolaño:
There’s no running from spells cast by a dead Chilean, the most haunted blessing a reader could hope for.
Roberto Bolaño
As one reviewer summed reading The Return by Roberto Bolaño:
There’s no running from spells cast by a dead Chilean, the most haunted blessing a reader could hope for.
April 6, 2022
I have a tendency to become addicted to certain writers occasionally and try to read everything that is available by them. This began over fifty years ago with Hermann Hesse and has continued up to my current infatuation, Edwidge Danticat. So, back in 2007 when I read The Savage Detectives I began to read everything I could by Bolano as they slowly came out in translation. The Return is one of the few I hadn't read yet. It's a fantastic collection of short stories. The book started out with two wonderful stories, Snow and Another Russian Tale, that reminded me of why I liked his work so much. All of the stories were great but if I were to pick a favorite it would be The Return about a man's spirit living on past his death. A great read!
July 1, 2013
This collection has a lot of Bolano trademarks: noir styling, multinational settings, stories within stories. It is darker than average, but more than anything it's straight up spooky.
He has a genius way of creating tension out of nothing. The characters aren't certain, nor are the readers, but something malevolent is lurking in the mundane surroundings. Even if it doesn't amount to anything, the questioning provoked by the eeriness is almost worse. The offhanded way the stories are told, by acquaintances at the bar or via unexplained tete-a-tete, contributes to the shadowy, menacing tone. It's haunting, which, according to the back cover, is the goal of each tale.
Whether in Spain or Russia or the USA, each story could take place anywhere and have the same effect. Simultaneously, cultural and historical context is illuminated (rather than explained) by the characters and their locales in a way that seems authentic. Nationality is both highlighted and rendered irrelevant. That's why Bolano is a universal badass.
He has a genius way of creating tension out of nothing. The characters aren't certain, nor are the readers, but something malevolent is lurking in the mundane surroundings. Even if it doesn't amount to anything, the questioning provoked by the eeriness is almost worse. The offhanded way the stories are told, by acquaintances at the bar or via unexplained tete-a-tete, contributes to the shadowy, menacing tone. It's haunting, which, according to the back cover, is the goal of each tale.
Whether in Spain or Russia or the USA, each story could take place anywhere and have the same effect. Simultaneously, cultural and historical context is illuminated (rather than explained) by the characters and their locales in a way that seems authentic. Nationality is both highlighted and rendered irrelevant. That's why Bolano is a universal badass.
September 10, 2023
Finished Roberto Bolano's "The Return", a series of stories about reappearing, and reacquainting with the dead and those who have been lost and now found. It's middling Bolano at its best, (since I've read his juggernaut, 2666, and the masterpieces Last Evenings on Earth and Nazi Literature in the Americas) though it is always infused with his trademark sardonic sense of humor, and overzealous empathy towards those left behind. The best story is "Cell-Mates" and a close second is the hilarious, yet creepy title story.
December 24, 2025
rtc later
April 24, 2010
the return is bolaño's second book of short stories to appear in english. culled from the same two collections (llamadas telefónicas & putas asesinas) as the stories in last evenings on earth, these thirteen tales are trademark bolaño. the return is rife with the themes that characterize his other works; sex, violence, art, poetry, and the underworld. wayward & lowlife characters abound in the usual forms of detectives, criminals, porn stars, writers, and expatriates. the semi-autobiographical arturo belano is present herein as well. amongst the strongest stories in this collection are the title work (an unforgettable, metaphysical tale of necrophilia), "murdering whores," "william burns," and "buba" (the story of a soccer player well practiced in magic). a few of these stories are reminiscent of bolano's more stylized works, and are written in the single-paragraph narrative form employed in by night in chile. the return is the third of four bolaño works to be published this year, and will undoubtedly serve to reinforce the late chilean's tremendous literary legacy.
...a terrible time that endured for no reason other than sheer inertia.
...a terrible time that endured for no reason other than sheer inertia.
January 31, 2019
A little more uneven than Last Evenings on Earth (which was just unimpeachably great from start to finish)—but the highs, when they come (“The Return,” “Buba,” a few others) are just incredibly high, some of the best stories I’ve ever read. On the other hand, “Detectives” just seemed embarrassingly bad and there were a few others near the end that just made no impression. I definitely got the feeling that he was trying hard for greatness here; a little less relaxed, a little more fevered with intention.
May 10, 2025
The title story has some of the best opening lines ever: "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that there is life (of a kind) after death. The bad news is that Jean-Claude Villeneuve is a necrophiliac."
February 25, 2025
Dear Roberto,
Ever since I first read you, when I picked up your books "2666" and "The Savage Detectives" in the spring of 2019, I have wondered about your fancy for poets. How different poetry is now. Now, we have Instagram poets, we have celebrity poets, and somehow it seems like every second person I meet is a poet. Writing poetry has ended up meaning writing in an indirect (or not so indirect) way about one's feelings. How different it was back then, when you were writing, how much was at stake for the poets of Mexico, the poets of Spain, the poets of Argentina and Chile. I think of Pablo Neruda, Jorge Luis Borges, or the "mother of Mexican poetry" Auxilio Lacouture, your hero of "Amulet", who hides in the women's bathroom on the fourth floor of the faculty of philosophy during a military raid of NAUM, where students had become radicals. Poetry, for them, was mixed up in revolution, in the lifestyle of the auteur, and whatever image there was in the poet was underscored by the content of their lives.
I got soaked reading "The Return" whilst walking in the rain. It was during the titular short story, where the soul of a dead body returns to the world and finds himself face to face with a necrophiliac who has rented his dead body for sex. "Classic Bolano" I thought, never one to shy away from the grotesque. It is a special moment when I cannot stop reading. So I let the rain pelt the pages, and I sat on the stoop of my front door, my hair still drenched in rain, reading to the very end of your story.
The glass floor in Enrique Lihn's apartment at the end of "The Return" was something I wished I had wrote. Same with the bathroom stall visions of Mexican children marching through an apocalyptic Mexico. Surreal bits like that; a world not just lived, but dreamed, but dreaming of an apocalypse already rooted in the present. Whatever it means to be a poet, for you it was decidedly true that to be a writer meant to write about everything, to leave no stone unturned. When else, other than in fiction, will I listen to the testimonies of Porn stars, of "murdering whores", of necrophiliacs, pimps, detectives, and Chileans exiled in Russia? Your world was one full of exotic expletives, where paintings hang on the loose ligaments of land and lust and legacy.
I've been saying that this is my year of Philip Roth, Paul Auster, Thomas Bernhard, and, well, you. Thank you for never disappointing.
- Braden
Ever since I first read you, when I picked up your books "2666" and "The Savage Detectives" in the spring of 2019, I have wondered about your fancy for poets. How different poetry is now. Now, we have Instagram poets, we have celebrity poets, and somehow it seems like every second person I meet is a poet. Writing poetry has ended up meaning writing in an indirect (or not so indirect) way about one's feelings. How different it was back then, when you were writing, how much was at stake for the poets of Mexico, the poets of Spain, the poets of Argentina and Chile. I think of Pablo Neruda, Jorge Luis Borges, or the "mother of Mexican poetry" Auxilio Lacouture, your hero of "Amulet", who hides in the women's bathroom on the fourth floor of the faculty of philosophy during a military raid of NAUM, where students had become radicals. Poetry, for them, was mixed up in revolution, in the lifestyle of the auteur, and whatever image there was in the poet was underscored by the content of their lives.
I got soaked reading "The Return" whilst walking in the rain. It was during the titular short story, where the soul of a dead body returns to the world and finds himself face to face with a necrophiliac who has rented his dead body for sex. "Classic Bolano" I thought, never one to shy away from the grotesque. It is a special moment when I cannot stop reading. So I let the rain pelt the pages, and I sat on the stoop of my front door, my hair still drenched in rain, reading to the very end of your story.
The glass floor in Enrique Lihn's apartment at the end of "The Return" was something I wished I had wrote. Same with the bathroom stall visions of Mexican children marching through an apocalyptic Mexico. Surreal bits like that; a world not just lived, but dreamed, but dreaming of an apocalypse already rooted in the present. Whatever it means to be a poet, for you it was decidedly true that to be a writer meant to write about everything, to leave no stone unturned. When else, other than in fiction, will I listen to the testimonies of Porn stars, of "murdering whores", of necrophiliacs, pimps, detectives, and Chileans exiled in Russia? Your world was one full of exotic expletives, where paintings hang on the loose ligaments of land and lust and legacy.
I've been saying that this is my year of Philip Roth, Paul Auster, Thomas Bernhard, and, well, you. Thank you for never disappointing.
- Braden
October 5, 2025
The Return finds Roberto Bolaño exploring the lonelier corners of human existence through short fictions narrated by killers, drifters, political prisoners, and even ghosts. There’s a strong sense of interconnectedness in these stories, linked by recurring motifs, themes, and similar modes of storytelling. Most of the stories focus on a single character recounting an episode from their life, giving the collection the shape of a kind of oral history of the lost and dispossessed.
“These days there’s no time to get bored, happiness vanished somewhere in the world, and all that’s left is dismay. Perpetual dismay, composed of corpses and ordinary people.”
Though many of these stories feel quite heavy and dark, Bolaño still finds a little room for tenderness and absurdity. The title story, for example, is one of his finest, telling the story of a dead man whose ghost returns to discover his body has been rented out to a necrophiliac fashion designer. It is grotesque, yet strangely touching and even funny. Bolaño is remarkably skilled at revealing how horror and tragedy can coexist.
“It wasn’t a horror movie. Or not an out-and-out horror movie, but a horror movie leavened with large doses of black humor.”
These stories embody an idea of life as something that’s both meaningless and sacred. Each one grapples with the emptiness of existence, however the act of storytelling itself becomes an assertion of meaning. The prevailing emotion throughout is despair, but Bolaño is also interested in exploring the resilience that persists within it, the stubborn human need to speak, to be remembered, and to bear witness, even as time mercilessly erases everything.
“We looked and looked, and the façades were clearly the façades of another time, a time that was silent yet mobile, a terrible time that endured for no reason other than sheer inertia.”
“These days there’s no time to get bored, happiness vanished somewhere in the world, and all that’s left is dismay. Perpetual dismay, composed of corpses and ordinary people.”
Though many of these stories feel quite heavy and dark, Bolaño still finds a little room for tenderness and absurdity. The title story, for example, is one of his finest, telling the story of a dead man whose ghost returns to discover his body has been rented out to a necrophiliac fashion designer. It is grotesque, yet strangely touching and even funny. Bolaño is remarkably skilled at revealing how horror and tragedy can coexist.
“It wasn’t a horror movie. Or not an out-and-out horror movie, but a horror movie leavened with large doses of black humor.”
These stories embody an idea of life as something that’s both meaningless and sacred. Each one grapples with the emptiness of existence, however the act of storytelling itself becomes an assertion of meaning. The prevailing emotion throughout is despair, but Bolaño is also interested in exploring the resilience that persists within it, the stubborn human need to speak, to be remembered, and to bear witness, even as time mercilessly erases everything.
“We looked and looked, and the façades were clearly the façades of another time, a time that was silent yet mobile, a terrible time that endured for no reason other than sheer inertia.”
May 28, 2023
3.5
A collection of 13 weird, complex and haunting short stories.
A collection of 13 weird, complex and haunting short stories.
July 31, 2010
Stories that Weave Surrealism with the Raw Mundane
Roberto Bolaño is deceased, sadly, but his phenomenal talent as one of the century's greatest writers lives on, thanks in great part to the dedication of Chris Andrews as his translator. In this new collection of short stories his style continues to mesmerize - long sentences without a lot of punctuation, many pages without a paragraph break, mixing voices within a conversation, flowing poetic phrases within raw descriptions of things usually just whispered or left unsaid - all of these attributes are here in a very fine collection of stories that bear re-reading frequently.
Bolaño jumps around the globe for new locations in this collection: he begins with a story in Moscow ('Snow") about the involvement with the narrator and a female high jumper who the narrator is to court for an obese criminal but ends up....never give away Bolaño's endings, another tale from Amalfitano about a strange Andalusian in Russia whose lack of understanding of languages poses problems, to Chile and Spain, and Southern California. His characters range from misfits, to a man who dies and becomes a ghost only to observe his body transported from a morgue to the mansion of a wealthy designer who just happens to be a necrophiliac, to a porn star working in Venice, California making movies until she discovers her hero from the past -'Jack' Holmes (an obvious play on the famous mightily endowed porn star John Holmes) who is fading away from AIDS, to an encounter between an athlete and a prostitute that is rich with messages of human communication. And of course much more.
Throughout this selection of thirteen stories Bolaño (with the help of Andrews) entertains, shocks, makes us laugh, and most of all makes us marvel at his command of the art of writing. This is a magnificent collection, another great book in the legacy of Roberto Bolaño. Highly recommended.
Grady Harp
Roberto Bolaño is deceased, sadly, but his phenomenal talent as one of the century's greatest writers lives on, thanks in great part to the dedication of Chris Andrews as his translator. In this new collection of short stories his style continues to mesmerize - long sentences without a lot of punctuation, many pages without a paragraph break, mixing voices within a conversation, flowing poetic phrases within raw descriptions of things usually just whispered or left unsaid - all of these attributes are here in a very fine collection of stories that bear re-reading frequently.
Bolaño jumps around the globe for new locations in this collection: he begins with a story in Moscow ('Snow") about the involvement with the narrator and a female high jumper who the narrator is to court for an obese criminal but ends up....never give away Bolaño's endings, another tale from Amalfitano about a strange Andalusian in Russia whose lack of understanding of languages poses problems, to Chile and Spain, and Southern California. His characters range from misfits, to a man who dies and becomes a ghost only to observe his body transported from a morgue to the mansion of a wealthy designer who just happens to be a necrophiliac, to a porn star working in Venice, California making movies until she discovers her hero from the past -'Jack' Holmes (an obvious play on the famous mightily endowed porn star John Holmes) who is fading away from AIDS, to an encounter between an athlete and a prostitute that is rich with messages of human communication. And of course much more.
Throughout this selection of thirteen stories Bolaño (with the help of Andrews) entertains, shocks, makes us laugh, and most of all makes us marvel at his command of the art of writing. This is a magnificent collection, another great book in the legacy of Roberto Bolaño. Highly recommended.
Grady Harp
May 12, 2011
"I have good news and bad news. The good news is that there is life (of a kind) after this life. The bad news is that Jean-Claude Villeneuve is a necrophiliac."
These opening lines of the title story can be read as either knockouts or kind of smug/gimmicky. And that seems like the magic of Bolano--staking a story to a premise that may seem cute or contrived and then disarming his readers with moments of unlikely sympathy/understanding. It is literary hard drugs for me.
And this seems like a particularly good introduction to his work in that each of the 13 stories has some zip to it and in aggregate they hit most of his major themes. No one story threatens to sabotage the collection (as occurs with both DFW collections where the longer stories are intent on flattening out any sense of rising action to the point where people who might very well enjoy the other stories check out).
Oh maybe I'll finally give 2666 a shot...
These opening lines of the title story can be read as either knockouts or kind of smug/gimmicky. And that seems like the magic of Bolano--staking a story to a premise that may seem cute or contrived and then disarming his readers with moments of unlikely sympathy/understanding. It is literary hard drugs for me.
And this seems like a particularly good introduction to his work in that each of the 13 stories has some zip to it and in aggregate they hit most of his major themes. No one story threatens to sabotage the collection (as occurs with both DFW collections where the longer stories are intent on flattening out any sense of rising action to the point where people who might very well enjoy the other stories check out).
Oh maybe I'll finally give 2666 a shot...
April 21, 2012
Malam minggu lepas saya nampak Bolano, dekat gerai burger Uptown Damnsara. Saya lintas kawasan tu sapa abang kawasan di situ dan dia kata pada saya, hang kenai budak tu. Yang mana, saya tanya. Yang pakai ceghemin mata bulat, mulut belemoih dengan burger tu. Saya kata, oh, Bolano. Kenai gitu-gitu je. Dia kata dia penulih. Hang pecaya tak? Rambut panjang macam Tarzan. Ada hati nak jadi penulis. Abang kawasan tu, namanya Jim Beng Beng - yang mungkin lucu bila kita dengar hinggalah kita tau yang tiap aksara b.e.n.g. adalah penanda jumlah orang yang dia dah bunuh - Dia lambung rokok dan mancis sekaligus dan menangkapnya dengan bibir mungilnya - sudah menyala. Hang pi cakap pada dia, beliau sambung, kata pada dia, mai sini peghangai tu leklok sket. Aku angguk dan melangkah ke Arjuna. Kata orang makanan di situ sedap. Entahlah. Malam makin suram. Hilai makin hilang.
February 18, 2024
Found this at the library, new books-14 day checkout. The stories from Putas Asesinas and Llamadas Telefónicas and two new ones that didn't end up in Last Evenings on Earth.
September 6, 2023
Bolanoverse’e ait bir başka öyküler toplaması. Kitabın yarısı Türkçe’ye çevrilmeyen “Llamadas Telefonicas” kitabından, diğer yarısı muhteşem “Katil Orospular” kitabından öyküler barındırıyor. Öykülerden birini daha evvel okuduğumu düşündüm, sanırım Vahşi Hafiyeler romanında anlattığı kısa bir hikayenin aynısı... Haricinde yine otobiyografik unsurlar barındırıyor kitap, Şili darbesi sonrası işkence sırası beklerken karşılaştığı lise arkadaşının polis çıkmasını öyküleştirmiş. Güzeldi.
January 23, 2025
Finished in a bar.
Bolano feels like a ‘formative’ writer; a storyteller who is important to discover and learn from – I find myself trying all the time to trace the seams in his stories, dissecting his sentences and his pace, trying to work out exactly how he is able to do what he is able to do. Difficult. I wrote a review of this book yesterday but it was far too metaphorical. Every story is like being let in on a secret. Nothing as good as ‘Labyrinth’ here, though.
Bolano feels like a ‘formative’ writer; a storyteller who is important to discover and learn from – I find myself trying all the time to trace the seams in his stories, dissecting his sentences and his pace, trying to work out exactly how he is able to do what he is able to do. Difficult. I wrote a review of this book yesterday but it was far too metaphorical. Every story is like being let in on a secret. Nothing as good as ‘Labyrinth’ here, though.
December 18, 2025
Literally threw this book down at one point I was so fed up. 2666 is a masterpiece and this was such a let down !!!!!
Couldn't stand how every story was about disgusting sex and horrendous violence. Women being brutalized on nearly every page. It all felt so cold and pointless.
Now I understand why my friend—whom had recently read another Bolaño collection—was so shocked to hear I was loving 2666 back in the spring.
I'm not giving up on Bolaño but I won't be reading any more of his short stories. I think he needs a high page count to bring meaning to the horrific topics he's drawn to.
2/5 ⭐
Couldn't stand how every story was about disgusting sex and horrendous violence. Women being brutalized on nearly every page. It all felt so cold and pointless.
Now I understand why my friend—whom had recently read another Bolaño collection—was so shocked to hear I was loving 2666 back in the spring.
I'm not giving up on Bolaño but I won't be reading any more of his short stories. I think he needs a high page count to bring meaning to the horrific topics he's drawn to.
2/5 ⭐
April 24, 2024
Really only for Bolaño completionists. Mostly spare stories that feel more like drafts or half-hearted scribbles. Definitely some moments where the writer I love shows up for a paragraph or five, but wouldn’t recommend this to anyone who hadn’t read many of his other books first.
December 24, 2025
Weirder than I expected, but a good time
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