Again I have to start with a physical thing, I do not know, a bated breath, a kind of apnea, and muscle soreness due to lactic acid in the legs after the long run. Rebuild: attracted by the title to say the least bizarre I bought the first volume without knowing anything about the content, author, or the context of anything. Apart from that, it was said in the back cover, the entire work would be a more volume out after one year (month month less). Another intriguing, I like the suspense. So reading a bit 'labyrinth of the first 433 pages I do not know if I remember another book with so many digressions and crossed so many seemingly unrelated details. Arrivals at the end with three main stories, a hundred and some micro-detail that marks a city in Mexico, a writer with a strange name not possible, a series of murders go unpunished. Then the book ends (you know what be the first part of the book, ends) and you have to wait a year to figure it out.
Then comes another tome library: A year has passed now and the interest it is a bit 'weakening, but still not satisfied with a languor that still claim to be dormant. The reading time is hectic: the first 300 pages are a detailed series of murders and ruthless, often related to rape. The style is cool and detached, like the police report or coroner. The portraits are sterile, impersonal, descriptions are not true descriptions but simply lists of details. Chilling. Only every so often there is a window that reveals pieces of the privacy of someone among the thousands of actors-appearances-events of the story. Here too, the style is neutral and the many little things that happen to characters that seem to happen by chance, that everything in the magma flow unreal and timeless history. A nightmare, in fact. And you can not go on just being dragged by the power of the nightmare, not to morbidity, the style is so dry that leaves no room for morbid impulses or the like, but of necessity because the attitude of the narrative so requires and demands, as a challenge.
The last part is completely different register: get a small German child and all its hardships impetuous up and down the world with people absurd and impossible, in the midst of fortuitous and unexpected. And here it really completes the cycle and is the thread of mitico scrittore dal nome improponibile (non anticipo niente, è nel titolo della sezione). Lo stile diventa molto narrativo, quasi epico, le storie sono infinite, le digressioni creano miriadi di piccole storie nelle storie, ma tutto gravita attorno all’unico protagonista, enorme anche fisicamente, con la sua statura colossale.
Le ultime pagine, poi, rivelano una rete, anticipano un finale, lasciano intuire qualcosa ed esplicitano altro, pur continuando a non dare alcuna certezza, pur lasciando tutto in sospeso.
È chiaro che Bolaño andrà conosciuto nell’aldilà e gli andrà data una bella stretta di mano vigorosa, con i complimenti per l’universo e gli universi che ha saputo creare, raccontare, sostenere e allo stesso tempo attaccare e difendere.
Titolo : 2666
Autore : Roberto Bolaño
Edizioni : Adelphi
Edizioni : Adelphi
