"this whole motherfucker of a planet."
[But] what are good times? Sergio Gonzalez asked himself. Maybe they're what separate certain people from the rest of us, who live in a state of perpetual sadness. The will to live, the will to fight, as his father used to say, but fight what? The inevitable? Fight who? And what for? More time, certain knowledge, the glimpse of something essential? As if there were something essential on this whole self-sucking motherfucker of a planet.This is from page 563 of 2666. More than two hundred pages of rape, murder, torture, mutilation and still about hundred more pages to go. Like a macabre and horrifying musical composition. Reading it feels like it is never going to end. Of course, that is the intended effect: A never-ending cycle of life on this "motherfucking planet."
I had never heard of Ciudad Juarez before reading the reviews of the book. This is a nice article about the killings first published in 2003. According to wikipedia, it hasn't stopped. It still goes on. Reading Bolano it feels like it never will. More when I am done with the book. Hopefully soon though it looks difficult.
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Hello
I have visited your blog regularly hoping to see you 'active', and last month, had left a message with your bro( discovered it by chance, made the connection, and we exchanged a few comments, did he mention?)
anyway, good to see that you are back and hope that you have tuned to the consensual realities of the dominant setup.
Hello
I have visited your blog regularly hoping to see you 'active', and last month, had left a message with your bro( discovered it by chance, made the connection, and we exchanged a few comments, did he mention?)
anyway, good to see that you are back and hope that you have tuned to the consensual realities of the dominant setup.
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