Status Updates From La literatura nazi en América

‘Con-man, car thief, drug dealer—all-round opportunist, he dabbled in a broad range of delinquent activities without developing a particular specialty—pretending to be a River Plate fan—the story comes to a predictable, not to say gratuitously violent, end: the traitor is hacked to pieces in the restaurant bathroom. And when we find him, what are you going to do? Ah, Bolaño my friend—first you have to recognise him.’

‘Tangos—Buenos Aires—chaotic fable set among bottles of vodka—the cruelest poems—In September 1976—bursting with love—in her Alfa Romeo—she crashed into a gas station. The explosion—considerable. He was a football player & a Futurist. A long silence ensued—Death took him by surprise—as he listened to a record by Tito Vásquez—Everything seemed to bode well—According to some—that was the only way to save the country—’

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‘She argued for—agrarian labour—Flirting and swooning were behind her now. Juan realised at an early age that he could do whatever he liked—He tried—sports (he was a passable tennis player and an appalling race-car driver), studied law, before turning to literature. Later he became a Peronist—in Cordoba. She drank tequilas—with Pedro de Medina & Augusto Zamora—talked about Soviet poetry, & Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz—’

i will finish this tmr....

"there were to be no more poems or little glasses of rompope, nothing but a religious, sepulchral silence until her death."