Matthew Hunte via Twitter provides me this interesting examination of Roberto BolaÃ±o oeuvre.
It was brilliant. I couldnâ€™t stop laughing. It was a game but also a joke, a humongous joke. I felt gratified. I was anxious to read more from him. I needed a new hit, so I went to the library and took one of his first books at random, Llamadas telefÃ³nicas, a short story collection, and it didnâ€™t suprise me at all when in one of the stories I met Arturo Belano once again. He looked younger but he was exactly the same. He was living at that time in Spain, near Barcelona. He was hiding, writing, and working as a watchman of a tedious camping club in the Costa Brava. He seemed unaware of what was waiting for him.