On a recent trip to #atlanta and #miami I picked "Third Reich" off of my shelf. While I had read Roberto Bolano's two most luminary novels ("2666" and "The Savage Detectives") I had gone no further (despite the fact I had binge purchased a whole stack of the Chillean author's work).
I hear a lot of my colleagues say they don't have the taste for #literature which I can understand. There is a definite divide the appeal of plot and character driven writing. What I took from this novel (what is Bolano's posthumously published debut work of #fiction) is that this divide has never narrower.
Set in a seaside village, the author weaves the dynamic elements of personal regret with historical burden. As a backdrop, he uses a decidedly post-modern obsession with #gaming to give his protagonist a view into lost love and time. In spite of the literary distinction, the prose is clean yet at every page, worthy of re-reads and close consideration; his characters are flawed, memorable and striking.
I too struggle with what to read. There is too much material and too often a temptation to read something "close" to what I am currently writing. As I settled into my plane seat though, I recognized that this book was close to everything I wanted my writing to inhabit.