RMST 495/520: Long Books

Back at it again with The Savage Detectives! Hopefully everyone had an enjoyable and productive reading break, I would say mine was only so-so because unfortunately I was feeling sick for part of it, but luckily I was able to get some actual reading done during this reading break. This week’s (or I guess last two week’s) reading was just under 200 pages in the Picador edition which is quite a bit, but strangely enough after finishing reading the selected pages today, I felt that both a lot of stuff happened yet not really much at all. I think as I was reading over these past two weeks, the professor’s mention of this period of sort of “waiting” during part II of The Savage Detectives became very apparent. We’ve already discussed in class and in our blog posts about these stories within stories and what’s really “important”, and this section of The Savage Detectives still begs those very same discussion questions so I won’t keep beating that dead horse. Instead, I’ll just point out some portions that stood out to me (let’s just say parts that I found either interesting, important, or both)!

First and foremost, we get the very slightest of mentions of what happened to Belano, Lima, Garcia Madero, and Lupe (though still no actual, explicit mentions of the latter two). It happens in one of Luis’ accounts where Luscious Skin basically sort of theorizes about Lima’s disappearance in Managua. Not much is said that we don’t already know though, the group heads up north allegedly in search of Cesarea Tinajero (who by the way is still kind of an enigma), Belano and Lima flee Mexico City to Europe, and years later Lima returns to Mexico City but “the killers” show up and are still looking for him which is why he decides to stay in Managua and not come back. Who are those “killers”? Well it would have to be Alberto if I had to guess, assuming these “killers” even exist. Remember, this is just Luscious Skin’s theory which I don’t really believe in the first place, and a couple years later Lima does in fact return to Mexico, so maybe this whole Nicaragua story was just a big nothingburger. Though that’s probably a poor way to put it, I just wanted to use the word nothingburger to be honest. I really think that the whole point of Lima’s disappearance in Nicaragua was to show us the other people’s reactions to his disappearance and current views on visceral realism in the following accounts. Although, visceral realism is essentially dead and frowned upon by most apart from a couple of the realists and that one young poet, Efren Hernandez.

I would like to take a moment to give a shoutout to one of the characters that I admire the most, Xochitl. You know, a lot of the times I feel like the visceral realists don’t really have their own sense of purpose and just kind of go with the flow of their daily lives. Xochitl on the other hand works two jobs (at the expense of losing many hours of sleep), works on her poetry whenever she gets a chance, takes care of her son, Franz, and gets both her poems as well as Jacinto and others’ poems published (which seems like more work than Belano or Lima ever put in when visceral realism was a thing). She definitely seems like one of the more “grounded” or “normal” characters (not sure if that’s the best way to put it) and I definitely at least admire her work ethic.

Some of the other accounts that I enjoyed reading were Joaquin’s accounts where it appears he’s slowly getting better (less crazy) at the psychiatric hospital, Mary Watson’s mini-hitchhiking adventure, as well as Norman Bolzman’s and Heimito Kunst’s experiences with Lima. The most confusing and perhaps my least enjoyable accounts were Amadeo Salvatierra’s. I mean, it doesn’t help that it’s like the only account that’s scattered throughout the rest, but you can also really feel that these are recollections from a drunk man (on top of that his accounts are set further in the past than the others)! I guess I’ll pivot from there to my discussion question for this week: “Whose accounts did you find the most confusing? What did you find significant from them and why?” Speaking of Amadeo’s accounts though, in the final one of this week’s reading, we get to see a glimpse of the enigmatic Tinajero’s “poem” (if you can even call it that). I’ll be completely honest, I’m not really sure what to make of it right now (Amadeo has been looking at it for more than forty years and neither does he). I guess I fall into the same boat as Amadeo where I’m left wondering what it really means. Maybe it ties into what we’ve discussed on what’s really “important”, maybe the point of it is that it’s not supposed to be important or have any meaning. I definitely thought of the square that we saw on the last page in class, but that just raises more questions than answering any of them. This also isn’t the first time I’ve seen Bolano use “drawings” in his books because in my last blog post for 2666, there are also strange geometric figures with names of philosophers. Strange, strange indeed…till next time, folks!

P.S. You probably didn’t notice but unfortunately I posted this blog post past midnight on Thursday. More unfortunately, the reason was because I was too caught up studying for a midterm tomorrow (technically later today), so please wish me luck! The good news is that after tomorrow I’ll only have one more midterm in March and I believe that one is on a Monday!

Has there ever been an attempt to bring Los Detectives Salvajes to the screen?

I would really like to see how they would do all the bits and pieces of the second part. As you can notice, every section, what I previously called interviews, has a name, two locations, and a year. Would they chronologically organize them as we did when making up the timeline? Would it look like the scenes of the US detective shows, when the “detective” goes around interrogating people to solve a crime?

Are those interviews or interrogations?

Lima and Belano around the world.

It has been harder to get immersed in this part of the book in comparison to when we were listening to Madero’s life. Except for the story of Mary Watson. At this point of the book I do not know how to keep track of the names/places/stories and possibly the numerous hidden and not so hidden connections that Bolaño is probably weaving though each story.

It took me by surprise to understand that the night watchman was Belano. It is interesting to see the character through the eyes of someone who is a complete outsider from the culture and tribe of the book (not Mexican, not a visceral-realist, not knowledgeable about Latin American poetry or Literature). Belano becomes completely insignificant, to a point that he loses his name for a moment. I guess because Mary has no connection to any of what I mentioned above she has no interest in concealing any action/behaviour of this strange character, she is just not that invested. I guess we see this too with other women in the book.

Is Belano a dangerous person? What is Belaño trying to tell us when he is transforming himself into a night watchman. A really suitable profession-job. Similar to what Belano was doing in Mexico city, don’t you think? But in this story the city is exchanged with the forest, the beach, and nature.

Do you think Belano tried to strangle Hugh? For me that is one of the weirdest scenes of the book. I have a feeling Bolaño is trying to tell us something else. After both Belano and Hugh start crying, the Spaniards join them and ask why they were crying. There is no answer, they “understood everything without having to be told and passed them the joint” (Bolaño 269). What do you mean they understood? What did they understand? For me I think the strangling did not happen. I have a gut feeling it is a representation of intense, hidden feelings, maybe an attraction that you are rejecting, a violent desire. In other words, I think they kissed.

There is a lot more to unpack in the novel regarding the complex and often hidden emotions and desires within men’s fraternal relationships, particularly in relation to homosexuality and bisexuality. A similar tension appears during Lima’s visit to Claudia, as Norman experiences a range of complicated and conflicting emotions reading this new visitor. However, that story belongs to a more layered narrative, one that raises other more pressing questions worth asking.

Hello everybody!

I am not enjoying this LONG BOOK for a few reasons. It is hard for me to stay focused. Even though , the ensemble of testimonies provide very rich memories that help us to put the puzzle together, i feel like i am becoming a puzzle. The novel keeps shifting to what people remember of the protagonists and it is putting me to work extra hard by going back and forth to figure out the plot and why this collection of memories is so important. However , i think Bolano is putting us to work for a reason , i must put all these fragments together as well , so i must continue.

You always learn something new of even from books that you are not very interested. Here Joaquin Font proposes that books fullfill a role in your life , even when you are desperate. It is telling the readers that books are more than just objects , they can be survival devices. They are friends in moments of crisis. There is a moment in our lives when reality becomes insufferable and we need a book to carry on!. I would like to find one for myself when my life becomes unbearable… Font seems to have particular information about the protagonists and it is a good hook to start this chunk of the book.

The scence between Laura and Arturo also caught my attention. i find it metaphoric the part when Laura throws Arturo’s bloody toilet paper and flushes the toilet as a way of expressing the idea that Laura is letting go someone that is not longer important in her life. After reading so many pages about memory and what people now about the VR , this scene erases Arturo’s presence and places Laura as someone with plenty of agency of her actions and ideas. She is not underminded by this male writer and that was refreshing to read…

Luscious Skin was one of my favourites and now he is gone. It is interesting how his death seems to not affect much the plot or the characters ( even Luis who was very intimate with him and tried to include his poems in Zarco’s book). But i guess thats the point Bolano is trying to make. This world of literature , poets and such never stops. You live your life to the fullest because not all young poets will find the glory and success that they dream about. There are young souls who die without accomplishing anything and thats part of the VR world…

discussion question:
Why doesnt matter that the poets in the novel do not accomplish their dreams/goals?

I took a break from reading during reading break, for better or worse, which has made for an interesting re-entry into the world of our novel. I caught up on reality tv and scrolled through way more Instagram reels than I should have, consuming all sorts of media that was not written by our beloved Bolaño. Though it was a bit slow to get back into our book, I do think the three (?) weeks between the last time we read The Savage Detectives and now was a good palate cleanser. I felt myself excited to get back into things, especially with the momentum, now that the end is feeling nearer and we’re officially over the halfway point, like when you’re on a kayak and the shore ahead is finally closer than the one you left behind and your arms start to hurt a bit less.

I don’t have much to add about the reading this week that I haven’t said in previous weeks, I think we’re all just waiting to figure out the point of it all and where the story takes us. I think I’m growing to enjoy the episodic narrative more than I did last time, now that we know what to expect a little better. I do wonder about the length of each entry we’re reading, as we talk about long books and why novels end (on a whim?). Our class discussions have made me now look at each mini story and think: why is this entry so short? Why does this entry need to take up twelve pages, what does this say that couldn’t have been said in two?

I highlight a few sections each week that stood out to me. An entry from this week’s reading that I enjoyed was Mary Watson’s, a travelogue of 1977 (p.253-269). It was relatively lengthy, but read like the kind of adventure a twenty year old (or however old, we only know she was older than nineteen) would have, and there were a lot of characters whose stories we only glimpsed from the section. I also loved how she was so infatuated with some guy for the summer only to move on immediately after term started back up, a true summer romance. It wasn’t even particularly interesting (similar to quite a few of the entries), so I’m not sure why it stuck out to me, I think it was the ominous “something bad is going to happen” feeling to keep the reader guessing about each character, and then how the end of the night watchman’s story is told only through someone else’s dealings with him (Hugh). Hugh was an interesting character, especially with his moment of loneliness when he realized there would be nobody to tell that he died now that his girlfriend had dumped him (268). I put a sticky note beside his words about not being able to voice this feeling or explain that loneliness.

Getting back into The Savage Detectives after about three weeks off was not as difficult as I had feared – I recognized the first voice, Amadeo Salvatierra, from his references to the Suicida Mezcal, and the rest of the pieces linked together from there. It helped that some of the chapters began to grow into pretty stand-alone episodes, for example Mary Watson’s journey through Europe starting on page 253, which could have just as easily been made into an Amulet of its own. This was my favourite narration of the section for this week, I found it the most fun and interesting to read. Like if On the Road were set in Europe and narrated by a young woman. If this were its own book, I might just check it out of the library!

Along the way, I noticed a few links to the other book I’m reading, Les Misérables. It is directly referenced on page 208 by Quim on a tangent about types of readers – desperate readers, he says, cannot read through, it seems, long books, (the four books he gives as examples are quite long) including Les Misérables. I’d like to say here, although the Savage Detectives is a long book, I don’t think what Quim calls a desperate reader would have as much trouble with it. Even though he rushes through his explanation, I think the fast paced variety of Savage Detectives would appease this reader. Later, as the stories start to take place in France, one Alain Lebert tells of how he is to stand trial for “having ripped off a supermarket” (271) of a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a can of tuna, as Jean Valjean in Les Misérables is accused of stealing a loaf of bread. But Alain, instead of his fellow Frenchman, takes instead to poetry readings and drinking late at night than repentance.

Arturo Belano and Ulises Lima weave the stories together, alongside Amadeo Salvatierra and his mezcal, who opens and closes this section, providing touchstones for the why of some stories. I began to recognize other narrators, such as Joaquin, Angelica, and Maria, which helped tie this part of the book into that of the first. Something I have struggled with in the Savage Detectives is at what point is this a cohesive story. Perhaps it is a story, but I do not find it cohesive. Anyway, having a link back to characters I had more or less left to exist at the beginning of the book was helpful in making me feel a sense of completeness.

The question of translation is an interesting one. As one character mentions (rats I’ve lost the page) whether to translate Satin de sang as “satin blood” or “blood of satin,” and Amadeo discusses translating poetry with Cesarea from French to Spanish : “Cesarea in a slapdash way, if you dont mind my saying so, reinventing the poem however she happened to see fit, while I stick slavishly to the ineffable spirit as well as the letter of the original” (p. 282). I know we speak a lot of different languages in our class, so thinking about translation in the context of literature, what do you think is the best way to go about it?

To conclude, this section felt like an expansion: out from Mexico to France, Spain, England, Israel, with new characters, into the new decade of the 1980s, with almost infinite stories within stories that could be plucked out from anywhere. But I also a return to characters from the first part of the book, as well as the quest for Cesarea Tinajero, satisfying a desire I felt for less expansion, and more linear cohesion between sections of this vast book.

Anyway, my thoughts are not the most cohesive, so maybe it’s a little ironic to be out for Bolaño about it, but maybe they’re in his honour.

P.S. Canada shoutout! “Then I’d climb into my Canadian Impetuous Extraprotector sleeping bag…” (p. 270). One of the most Canadian experiences for me is getting excited about something like that.

“How long is this going to take?” (King Julien from the Madagascar movie). That is kind of how I felt reading this chunk of the book. Because there are so many voices and stories, that are coming from all ends of the world, and are semi-relevant but are also displaying the ways in which these characters pass time, ways that I myself could never imagine myself partaking in, I re-read a lot of pages. It was hard to put the picture together in my head of why all of these accounts were included. Every time Ulises or Arturo were mentioned, I thought okay, some relevance to the first part of the book that I read only around a month ago, yet it feels much longer than that. I think that is the point though, so while it sounds like I am complaining, I did still enjoy this part of the book. The sprawling of the story was very notable to me. We are introduced to more characters that are somehow connected to Arturo or Ulises, as well as new locations like Paris and Barcelona that tie together the uncertainty and fluidity of the visceral realists.

Furthermore, the sense of belonging or lack of is also continued into the book, which is one of my favourite elements of this book so far. For example, when Simone remarks on how she met Arturo, and then eventually Ulises, she states that Mexicans all have a funny way of just meeting one another, but then Arturo says “I’m not Mexican, Simone, I’m Chilean.” and she notices a hint of sadness in his statement, but the truth behind it (235). This stood out to me, because I think it ties very well with what we start to put together for the reasoning of leaving Mexico in the first place. The sense and feeling of belonging is a very powerful feeling, which is why for those who take poetry and the revolution so seriously, it is their means for finding belonging, and they would go anywhere to find it.

What I also found interesting was Luscious Skin’s role and portrayal in this part of the book, compared to the first 200 or so pages we had read before. He is painted in a much more sensitive and complex light than before, and it is where we understand that this is where the journey begins and he is a key constructor of the events. The visceral realism aspect of the book was highly judgmental in the first parts of the book, where membership was limited and withheld from people that weren’t considered revolutionary enough. However, juxtaposing this judgement with this part of the book, we see the characters unfold much more and can be understood for much more than what they were initially. In this sense, Ulises, Arturo, Luscious Skin and the others, they are delicate and fragile, which is not the conclusion I would have drawn after the first 100 pages of the book.

I must say, I don’t feel that my title for this week’s post really captures my impression of the last 200 pages or so of The Savage Detectives. It’s striking me more and more that the search for Cesárea Tinajero is only the silvery thread tying the episodes of the middle section together; and for me, that thread is not hard to lose track of with everything else going on. Still, I find that there’s something freeing about being disoriented. I don’t know what Bolaño’s goal was, but I’m not too bothered by whatever this book is doing with/to me.

Out of all of the voices in the text, I’ve recently been enjoying Xóchitl García’s the most: her reflections on her relationship with Jacinto Requena and on raising Franz, the growth of her friendship with María Font, her development as a writer, and the way she seems to make the best of situations that could be considered disappointing. I feel like her story could easily be given its own book, although I don’t know if it’s the kind of book that Bolaño would have written.

Something that surprised me a little from the latest reading was the death of Luscious Skin. In retrospect, I do think there were signs that something was going to happen to him, or at least that he wasn’t doing entirely fine; but he still came across to me as the kind of person who lives forever. Maybe he came across that way to Luis Sebastián Rosado, too. Maybe that was the point.

On another note, one highlight from the week-long break was that I got to try out a bunch of different reading environments: busy airports, cold airplanes with shouting children, cozy shuttle buses, a hostel in Montreal that smelled intensely of fresh paint, and my parents’ house in Ontario. I definitely felt the most relaxed in the last two: I could lie in bed or sit on the floor and really lose touch with my surroundings (probably aided by the paint fumes). Also, I think reading while far from home made me feel almost like I was participating in the journey of the characters (without the knife fights and such), so that was cool.

For my questions of the week: What did you think of the “poem” by Cesárea Tinajero? How would you compare that work with something like the single-sentence poem that we read in class a while back?

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 being productive? Anyways. Automatic writing. I’ve done it before. I don’t think I’ve ever done it in English. A fun exercise. How do you even write exercise? It is probably not show cause I’ll go back a edit just the typing of like grammar, how is it called? Spelling yes. Typing or spelling mistakes, I’ll fix later. I don’t really remember how to spell exercise. I probably spelled… spelt? Whatever. A thousand different ways. This is how I feel like Bolaño feels when being read. A jumbled mess. I saw a bunch of stuff in the section we read. Long section. It was a really long section, huh? I went on vacation, well somewhat of a vacation, mainly just being home in Colombia with mom and completely forgot about Bolaño. It was a really nice time. I did not expect to be confronted with a ship’s catalogue but this time a writer’s directory in Bolaño. Completely skipped it until the names stopped showing up.

I paused for a second. I have some notes. I don’t know what I am going to say about those notes but those notes do exist. I think we should do a cadaver exquisite (is that how it is translated?) either in the comments or in class. I don’t know. It might be fun. Just for the sake of it. Writing exercises are fun. Another time I wrote it wrong. Is this how Bolaño wrote? I don’t think so. I saw the photos and scans of his notebooks. I want to read on the shower. But books are expensive. I can’t spare a book to read on the shower. What would I read on the shower? I think the odyssey might be a good shower read. The ship’s catalogue might be more interesting and immersive in the shower who knows. I’m sure Homer (the abstract maybe not one person Homer) would not mind. Ernesto ya no es Joto, I have in my notes. It is one of the sections that was highlighted from my before times. Before times. What am I even saying, from the time I read the book for the first time. I have a note in the margin, with which I am going to end that reads (in Spanish, translation is not automatic writing, though, maybe transcription isn’t either):

“Aqui es preferible una vida miserable en una situación de salud precaria que la ‘enfermedad’ de la homosexualidad”

I hope Ernesto never stops being a Joto.

Be gay, do crime.