Antwerp by Roberto Bolaño

As much as I would love to give a proper review, I found this book to be incomprehensible. It feels very incomplete, made up of vignettes that almost, but not quite, cohere into a definite story. I could not make heads or tails of what is going on. On a sentence level, I can see that Bolaño is a very skilled writer but this one just eludes me. He said that this is the only book of his that he is proud of. Perhaps it is something personal to him. But as a reader with barely any knowledge of Bolaño's personal life or the circumstances that lead to him writing this book, I can't say that I appreciate it as much as he did.