![]() But for fans of Bolaño, who wonder what he thought about Herman Melville and Isabel Allende and his day jobs as an outdoor-camp manager and a costume-jewelry salesman (and his candidate for the most beautiful woman in the world), The Last Interview is a light pleasure, good for bus rides and waiting rooms. The only explanation I could give would be to start to cry."Īt 121 airy pages (with margin notes explaining his Latin-American literary references) and $14.95, The Last Interview isn't a general-interest volume. He talks about Borges ("there is only Borges"), his Poe-steeped adolescence (which might account for the morbidity of his stories), and how he feels about his children: "All of the fears and terrors I experienced as an adolescent re-emerged and duplicated, multiplied themselves by 100. He knew he was dying as he gave these interviews and answers even goofy questions, which he might've mocked in his youth, with startling sincerity. For children who fuck like children and warriors who fight like brave men.īut Bolaño lived in a different world from his interlocutors. ![]() ![]() ![]() MM: Do you have hope? For what and for whom? RB: My dear Maristain, again you push me toward the land of bad taste, which is not my native land. MM: Is the world without remedy? RB: The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. Chris Andrews, Harvill Secker, 2007) and available online here Posted on JanuJby Jonathan Gibbs Posted in Philip Langeskov (as editor) Tagged Roberto Bolaño. ![]()
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