A review by zachbrumaire
Nazi Literature in the Americas by Roberto Bolaño

4.0

the creative dexterity and raw scope of Bolaño's creation is of course immense, so much so that, at be the risk of over-exactitude i would have preferred the inclusion of a substantive forward or introduction (the 30th of the 33 sections already operates as a conclusion, thematically at least) so as to better attain a sense of capacity to navigate the total world he elaborates with such a fecund yet (paradoxically?) restrained pen. Such works as Borges' Survey of the Works of Herbert Quain and The Approach of Al-Mu'tasim come to mind, their fingerprints (which is not *necessarily* to say the lineage, though in this case we can probably safely assume) already being clear enough on the present text. Still, it profits one little to critique an author for not writing the book one would have preferred (or expected) to read. Or perhaps we should congratulate Bolaño for writing *precisely* that book, and all the more so for executing it by means of that most asture of all literary tequniques.