Name: By Night in Chile
ISBN: 9780811215473

Roberto Bolaño

Chris Andrews

In a deathbed confession, Father Urrutia, a Jesual priest and conservative literary critic, shares his memories of his work with agents of Opus Dei and his secret job of instructing Pinochet about Marxism to the Chilean junta generals can understand their enemy. Original.

By Night in Chile

During the course of a single night, Father Sebastian Urrutia Lacroix, a Chilean priest, who is a member of Opus Dei, a literary critic and a mediocre poet, relives some of the crucial events of his life. He believes he is dying and in his feverish delirium various characters, both real and imaginary, appear to him as icy monsters, as if in sequences from a horror film. Thus we are given glimpses of the great poet Pablo Neruda, the German writer Ernst Junger, General Pinochet, whom Father Lacroix instructs in Marxist doctrine, as well as various members of the Chilean intelligentsia whose lives, during a period of political turbulence, have touched upon his. By the author of 2666.

how i missed reading bolano. is the role of the intelligentsia to simply educate and to do the bidding of Power? conducting knowledge-power inwards, power's being-for-itself hollows all around it, making void and null an object, the horrifyingly mundane nature of power reveals itself also as a paranoid and insecure black hole. 

Ghee

Patrick Book

This is the least I’ve hated a Bolano! It’s short and snappy and the least difficult slog of his I’ve ever read.

Cody Degen

farah farooq

Dnf 

I tried. I really did but maybe bolano just isn’t for me

Shrini S

** spoiler alert **
           As time goes by, as time goes by, the whipcrack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavor except the struggle to survive.

friendships that have lasted right up to the present, if only in the most colorless and polite form,

because all horrors are dulled by routine.

Rakesh S

I'll just quote a few lines from Ben Richards' Guardian review - "this is a wonderful and beautifully written book by a writer who has an enviable control over every beat, every change of tempo, every image. The prose is constantly exciting and challenging - at times lyrical and allusive, at others filled with a biting wit (Bolaño has dissected the Chilean literary tradition with such gleeful eloquence that the novel may not win him many dinner invitations back in the country of his birth). Urrutia's bizarre European odyssey to save decaying churches from pigeon shit by the judicious use of birds of prey is a dazzling piece of imagery. But the final picture of the basement of suffering beneath the dilettantes of the literary salon is the one that gives this novel real moral and intellectual bite."

Boxuan Mao

The sluggish figures who lived in this country were marching steadfastly towards that grey, unfamiliar horizon where distant light, lightning and smoke loomed. What is there? We do not know.

Donald

More than any other writer I've read, Bolaño's books are interconnected without forming a series and create their own universe without betraying their (postmodern?) realism.

It is clear that this is a late novel, and it tells a story that will be familiar to readers of Bolaño, a story that is triumphantly/terrifyingly amplified and nearly finished in 2666: the horror and boredom of the world, the implication of literature in participating in that horror, the confusion and powerlessness of literature as a liberating force, and the existential power and beauty of literature despite all that.

We are all guilty. There is no pure space. There are no solutions. But...

I read the "wizened youth" to be a semi-autobiographical character, like Arturo Bolano in The Savage Detectives.

Rereading all the Bolaño novels. This and Distant Star are the two that make the literature/evil connection most explicitly.

A fine novel. A lot of writers would die happy having written something like this, but it's a relatively minor work for him. It's stylistically similar to Bernhard.

Carroll Lachnit

I read it in Spanish--about the only Bolaño book I could handle in the original language. (666 was a challenge in English!) I liked this book's weird, claustrophobic, bad dream atmosphere. Glad I stuck with now. And now it's time to look up all the words I didn't know.