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A- : fine and very typical Bolaño See our review for fuller assessment.
From the Reviews: - Return to top of the page - The complete review's Review: Amulet is not exactly Bolaño-lite, but can feel like a preparatory work for The Savage Detectives and 2666. Its narrator, Auxilio Lacouture -- "I could say I am the mother of all Mexican poets, but I better not" --, figures in the later work, as does Bolaño's alter ego, Arturo Belano, and it is in Amulet that Bolaño makes his only reference to 2666, a number left unmentioned in the novel that bears that title: Guerrero, at that time of night, is more like a cemetery than an avenue, not a cemetery in 1974 or in 1968, or 1975, but a cemetery in the year 2666, a forgotten cemetery under the eyelid of a corpse or an unborn child, bathed in the dispassionate fluids of an eye that tried so hard to forget one particular thing that it ended up forgetting everything else.Much that Bolaño expands upon in The Savage Detectives and 2666 is already present here, but in more manageable form: Amulet is a more controlled work, the excesses (largely) kept in check; as such it also a better introduction to his writing than the later masterpieces. Auxilio begins her tale warning that: This is going to be a horror story. A story of murder, detection and horror. But it won't appear to be, for the simple reason that I am the teller. Told by me, it won't seem like that. Although, in fact, it's the story of a terrible crime.Much of Bolaño's fiction revolves around terrible crimes -- and often around actual ones, as in the serial-killing spree of 2666 -- but here he stays close to historical fact, as the novel revolves around one particular crime, the 1968 crackdown by the Mexican authorities. The worst crime was the massacre at Tlateloco, but Bolaño does not place Auxilio there; instead: I was at the university on the eighteenth of September when the army occupied the campus and went around arresting and killing indiscriminately. No. Not that many people were killed at the university. That was in Tlateloco. May that name live forever in our memory ! But I was at the university when the army and the riot police came in and rounded everyone up.Hiding in a bathroom, she managed to avoid being taken in, and she remained there, in what was also a token act of resistance. She writes during that time of waiting, and she ultimately destroys what she has written, too: The vanity of writing, the vanity of destruction. I thought, Because I wrote, I endured. I thought, Because I destroyed what I had written, they will find me, they will hit me, they will rape me, they will kill me. I thought, The two things are connected, writing and destroying, hiding and being found.She also knows, however: "I am the memory", and while she often only has a vague sense of time ("The year 1968 became the year 1964 and the year 1960 became the year 1956") she presents her memories of that time and what came after, her years among the Mexican poets. It gives a good sense of that era -- including Bolaño/Belano's formative years -- with 1968 marking a life-changing point of lost illusions and hopes. 1968 is not the only trauma of the times. Auxilio only meets the young Belano in 1970, and he returns to Chile briefly in 1973 -- as Bolaño had --, returning as a different man to Mexico in 1974, having survived a brief period of incarceration. The Chilean crimes of 1973 are only related incidentally, but they are similarly traumatic to what happened in Mexico five years earlier: it's as if Bolaño is still unwilling here to address his own experiences too directly, and instead prefers presenting them in this roundabout manner. Auxilio, who comes from Uruguay, seems content to drift along in the Mexican literary scene. She finds herself at the university in 1968 because she hangs out there doing odd jobs, trying to be helpful, occasionally getting paid for some work. She's not ambitious, happy with her adopted role of "the mother of all the poets", while after the events of 1968: I had known the adventures of poetry, which are always matters of life and death, but when I came back to the streets of Mexico, I was content with everyday life.But it is the memory of 1968, of her time in that bathroom and what went through her head, that also keeps resurfacing. Shifting effortlessly from the casual everyday scenes to what bubbles through Auxilio's mind while she waits in the bathroom, Bolaño riffs on everything from history to poetry. Though Auxilio flushes what she wrote down the toilet, and though the novel ends not with a poem but a song ("about courage and mirrors, desire and pleasure"), it is a belief in literature, above all else, that seems to give Bolaño hope. Auxilio dismisses the "idiotic prophecies" she dreams of, but the three pages' worth she then lists -- a prose-poem of sorts -- clearly testify to Bolaño's certainty that literature, above all else, will sustain and survive, even as destruction continues constantly. It is science-fiction of the most hopeful sort, as, for example: Arno Schmidt shall rise from his ashes in the year 2085. Franz Kafka shall once again be read underground throughout Latin America in the year 2101. Witold Gombroicz shall enjoy great prestige in the environs of Río de la Plata around the year 2098.After The Savage Detectives and 2666, Amulet can seem like a miniature, though it ranges just as wide (not just not at anywhere near the same length). A powerful novel of the events of 1968, and also a charming introduction to the literary world that shaped the writer, Amulet is both satisfying and appealing. Well worthwhile -- and a good starting point for those new to Bolaño. - M.A.Orthofer, 25 May 2009 - Return to top of the page - Amulet:
- Return to top of the page - Chilean author Roberto Bolaño lived 1953 to 2003. - Return to top of the page -
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