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First it felt kinda like Europeana by Patrik Ourednik but a bit narrower in scope. Or a dark cousin of Florian Illies' 1913. Then it turned out to be of the same breed with Richard Flanagan's Question 7 (which, in its turn, is more down to earth, even plainer but in a good sense). Then I accidentally read Acknowledgements and found out the obvious truth which, of course, is the inescapable presence of Roberto Bolaño.