by craigepplin

I wrote a review of the latest Bolaño translation, A Little Lumpen Novelita. Of all his work that I’ve read, this novelita reminds me most of Roberto Arlt’s fiction. I only began to touch on this in the review, but I think there’s a very clear line between a work like The Savage Detectives and A Little Lumpen Novelita. The first is Cortázar-style encyclopedic–that long list of avant-garde writers that stretches over a couple pages–while the second is pure Arlt: boxing rather than literature, scribbling at meals (before or after a day’s work) rather than typing through the morning (before heading out for a stroll).