Saturday, July 20, 2013
the last book I ever read (Roberto Bolaño's The Skating Rink, excerpt six)
from Roberto Bolaño's The Skating Rink:
. . . Around that time, Nuria left Z without saying a word to me. According to Laia, she went to live with a friend in Barcelona, where had found work. Lola and our son moved to Gerona. Alex had started getting ready to close down the jewelry stores, the campground and the hotel (the Cartago would stay open through the winter, as usual) and only emerged from his office for meals. There were very few people left in the campground, except for a group of retired vacationers run wild, who threw a party every night as if they could sense death approaching . . .