Ricardo Blanco's Blog

According to . . .

  According to Tiffany Atkinson.   Once, about the time you start to notice trees and he found out his wife was not his wife in any sense but name, Elijah took the dog, two apples from the… Read More

The Third Reich, by Roberto Bolaño

  In La Universidad Desconocida, the collected poems that Roberto Bolaño’s widow, Carolina López, brought together after her husband’s death in 2003, she includes in the foreword an unpublished piece called ‘My Literary Career’ that Bolaño had scribbled… Read More

The ‘very special place of love’: Roberto Bolaño, V.S. Naipaul, and sodomy.

  A new addition to the mass of Bolaño miscellanea being published in English appears on the New York Review of Books blog. In an entertaining essay, Scholars of Sodom, Bolaño takes a delightful swipe at V.S. Naipaul’s… Read More

Beckett, Ritsos and stones

  I am reading James Knowlson’s Damned to Fame: A Life of Samuel Beckett, which seems to be everything a literary biography should aspire to, and discover two passages that demand to be shared; the first of these… Read More

Horses

  Blanco is somewhat anaemic these days, as a consequence of drug therapy whose other side effects are listed as lethargy, fatigue, depression, anxiety, and . . . rage. That’s right, Le rage. So, to save the venting… Read More