9. A Monkey (Antwerp)
To name is to praise, said the girl (eighteen, a poet, long hair). The hour of the ambulance parked in the alley. The medic stubbed out his cigarette on his shoe, then lumbered forward like a bear. I wish those miserable people in the windows would turn out the lights and go to sleep. Who was the first human being to look out a window?
Finally got round to buying Antwerp - it lasted about an hour and a half. The thought that there are only a handful of books by Bolaño left to be published, and for me to read, is a terrifying proposition.
9. A Monkey (Antwerp)
To name is to praise, said the girl (eighteen, a poet, long hair). The hour of the ambulance parked in the alley. The medic stubbed out his cigarette on his shoe, then lumbered forward like a bear. I wish those miserable people in the windows would turn out the lights and go to sleep. Who was the first human being to look out a window?
Finally got round to buying Antwerp - it lasted about an hour and a half. The thought that there are only a handful of books by Bolaño left to be published, and for me to read, is a terrifying proposition.
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