In The Savage Detectives, Roberto Bolaño invents the "visceral realists," a group of poetry-mad troublemakers who read and write incessantly. They also shoplift, sleep around, and drift from place to place — causing mayhem at workshops and picking fights with lesser poets for sport. All of them are guided by a lust for life and an unwavering devotion to literature and its discontents. One even reads in the shower, easily the most punk-rock thing this side of the Sex Pistols.
A good book, much like the last slice, can be hard to put down. It calls, and you answer. You fight off distractions in order to keep your nose buried in its binding. If you've been there, you understand: Fantasy trumps the reality of the moment and you become lost, lulled and taken captive by the t...Read more