Third Bolano book that washed over me with no effect. Think I'm gonna give him a maybe permanent rest.

Also, writers: Maybe I just have a bad memory and am a poor communicator, but if I get old and try to justify my life on my deathbed, there's going to be a much less linear storyline, and I'm sure as shit not going to remember the waiter who popped in for a second while I was waiting for an important meeting, and even less so that he muttered something that I didn't catch.

I feel like it's this novelist thing where you have to paint some kind of word picture, even though if it's a non-omnipotent narrator, there's no reason that any of this would ever get mentioned.