The Savage Detectives

Well, I had to finally hit one, right? You know what I mean: one that I don't just "dislike" but that I actually hated. When my friend Marta came by today to ask what I thought, and I jolted up and bespoke my distaste, I got a hearty, "Thank you!" because she agreed with me completely. I don't want to speak ill of the dead, and Roberto Bolano was a serious poet, but I hated THE SAVAGE DETECTIVES.

No link to Amazon for this one -- and no recommendation either. Ick. Really. I mean, I could keep writing about how I could make a novel from the first section and the last and just skip the section in between, but that would make me look stupid. Blech.