Roberto Bolaño’s prose is inimitable: cheeky and mordant, dancing like a firefly in the blurred spaces between history and memory, fact and imagination, fun and fear.
If you’re a follower of Roberto Bolaño’s work, you’ll find Cowboy Graves, a collection of three posthumous novellas, a tasty treat. If you’re new to his prose, you may be a bit confounded, but as a introduction to his unique mix of reality and invention, you could do worse. For more details, read my review of Cowboy Graves in the New York Journal of Books.
