Author Archives: julsanta

It’s done. It’s finally done… I don’t have to read more… for a few days at least. Now comes the haunting part of writing an essay, which in all honesty, even if I have done it so many times before, it stills feels daunting. Something about an unrelenting, childhood induced, won’t let me even start […] Continue reading →

I’m done. I’m actually done. Omg. I don’t think I felt this amount of relief after finishing in a long while. Almost 800 pages. 500 of which, if I’m completely honest, I kinda blacked out for. I think I’d be so much more down to read only the first and third part, even if Garcia […] Continue reading →

This week’s section of my self selected book was really short, like 30 pages short. I read it in like 40 minutes by a friend’s fireplace. It was very pleasant; made me happy. This contrasts a lot with my frantic, “i might not finish reading this before class” experience of reading last Bolaño’s section. Following […] Continue reading →

What “counts” as reading a book? I wonder if I did really read part 2 of Bolaño’s book. I have absolutely no idea what happened, what was the story. Somewhat. I actually went into the book’s Wikipedia page and read the summary for part 2 to try and make sense of what happened. I realized […] Continue reading →

New perspectives, new povs, new insights into the story of the cult… Enriquez keeps pulling things out of nowhere. That is what baffles me. And not only in Enriquez but also on Bolaño, and almost every single book I’ve read: how the hell do they come up with so much stuff. Did it start from […] Continue reading →

It was a long break. I’ve decided to try an exercise, a writing exercise mentioned in the book. I am going to do some automatic writing. I know it is probably going to be horrible no idea how this is going to turn out. This might be completely unproductive. Why are we so obsessed with […] Continue reading →

Similar to my experience with The Savage Detectives, this weeks reading is about revisiting a text I already read. Amulet, however, feels much more distant. There is a date at the end of the book. 4.14.20. I read this book almost 6 years ago. I barely remember anything about the book, but I do remember some details […] Continue reading →

I must continue my job as the delegated Bolaño hater, even when this blog is not about him. I can’t let my reputation die. As much I would like to say that Bolaño occupies my mind is quite contrary, however, as I was thinking on why I like Enriquez’s book so much a few things […] Continue reading →

Wow, incredible title, I know. I was trying to figure out what to write about for this post. It’s such a hard exercise. Finding things that interest me in Bolaño’s book feels like an impossible task. I am trying though, I really am. I think my hate and anger towards Garcia Madero has died down […] Continue reading →