a correct sum

"This time the advance he sent Archimboldi was bigger than any previous advance, in fact so large that Martha, the secretary, before mailing the check to Cologne, brought it into Mr. Bubis's office and asked (not once but twice) whether the sum was correct, to which Mr. Bubis answered yes, it was, or it wasn't, what did it matter, a sum, he thought when he was alone again, is always approximate, there is no such thing as a correct sum, only the Nazis and teachers of elementary mathematics believed in correct sums, only sectarians, madmen, tax collectors (God rot them), numerologists who read one's fortune for next to nothing believed in correct sums. Scientists, meanwhile, knew that all numbers were only approximate. Great physicists, great mathematicians, great chemists, and publishers knew that one was always feeling one's way in the dark."

~~ from 2666 by Roberto Bolano

old review of washed-up writer by aging sex symbol

Michael James Rizza made the complete text of his thorough review of Fight for Your Long Day available at Goodreads.

Fear of being no good.

"Ivanov's fear was of a literary nature. That is, it was the fear the afflicts most citizens who, one fine (or dark) day, choose to make the practice of writing, and especially the practice of fiction writing, an integral part of their lives. Fear of being no good. Also fear of being overlooked. But above all, fear of being no good. Fear that one's efforts and striving will come to nothing. Fear of the step that leaves no trace. Fear of the forces and chance of nature that wipe away shallow prints. Fear of dining alone and unnoticed. Fear of going unrecognized. Fear of failure and making a spectacle of oneself. But above all fear of being no good. Fear of forever dwelling in the hell of bad writers."

~~ from 2666 by Roberto Bolano

bright lights, five stars

At Goodreads, author Nathan Holic added a five-star review for Auggie's Revenge. His Bright Lights, Medium-Sized City arrived last December from Orlando's Burrow Press. 2019 was a different world entirely.

his books

"Why won't you believe it? she asked. Because I've been to his house, said the boy. So have I, and I didn't see anything to make me think he'd been taken by force. He left because he wanted to. No, she heard the boy say. If he'd left of his own accord, he would have brought his books. Books are heavy, said Mary-Sue, and besides you can always buy new ones. . . . No, I'm not talking about those books, I'm talking about his books, said the boy. What do you mean his books? said Mary-Sue. The ones he wrote and published. He wouldn't have left those behind even if the world was coming to an end."

~~ from 2666 by Roberto Bolano

a president for writers

Becky Tuch wrote, "Bernie Sanders Would be a Great President for Writers," and although the candidate is one no longer, it seems important to recognize how such a presidency, and the expressed policies of the candidate, would positively impact the lives of a large group of writers who survive through adjunct classes, freelance work, and other gig employment.

Goldman on Bolano

Francisco Goldman on Roberto Bolaño’s 2666

customs

"Rosa was seventeen and she was Spanish. Amalfitano was fifty and Chilean. Rosa had had a passport since she was ten. On some of their trips. . . they had found themselves in strange situations, because Rosa went through customs by the gate for EU citizens and Amalfitano went by the gate for non-EU citizens. The first time, Rosa threw a tantrum and started to cry and refused to be separated from her father. Another time, since the lines were moving at different speeds, the EU citizens' line quickly and the noncitizens' line more slowly and laboriously, Rosa got lost and it took Amalfitano half an hour to find her. Sometimes the customs officers would see Rosa, so little, and ask whether she was traveling alone or whether someone was waiting for her outside. Rosa would answer that she was traveling with her father, who was South American, and she was supposed to wait for him right there. Once Rosa's suitcase was searched because they suspected her father of smuggling drugs or arms under cover of his daughter's innocence and nationality. But Amalfitano never trafficked in drugs, or for that matter arms."

~~ from 2666 by Roberto Bolano

a place where they would be fed

". . . in other words near the settlement of El Obelisco, which was neither a village nor exactly a suburb of Santa Teresa, but a way station for the poorest of the poor who came each day from the south, people who slept there at night and even died in hovels that they didn't think of as homes but as one more stop along the road to something different or at least a place where they would be fed."

~~ from 2666 by Roberto Bolano

what's wrong with college?

Joseph S. Salemi on higher education in the new edition of The Agonist: https://t.co/SXQocWwkjf#literary #journal #HigherEducation #adjunct #awp2020

— Alex Kudera (@kudera) April 16, 2020

Kimarlee Nguyen, R.I.P.

"Ms. Nguyen earned a bachelor’s degree in English from Vassar in 2008 and a master of fine arts degree from Long Island University Brooklyn in 2016. Her writing has appeared in PANK, Hyphen Magazine and The Adroit Journal; she has had numerous fellowships and residencies and was at work on a novel, Lion’s Tooth, about a Cambodian-American family living in Cambridge, Mass."

"Intimacy, Six Feet Apart" by Yoojin Na

Writer and ER doctor Yoojin Na's "Intimacy, Six Feet Apart" describes romance in the age of social distancing.

Adam Zagoria

Sports reporter and college classmate Adam Zagoria survived the novel coronavirus and wrote about its debilitating impact and his "scariest times" while recovering.

Letter from Les Banlieues

"The approach has left residents vulnerable to both the police and the virus. Paris had 732 virus deaths compared with 402 in Seine-Saint-Denis as of April 8, but the city has half again the population of the suburb, where many of the metropolis’s cashiers, deliverymen, transit workers, nurses and couriers live.

"'This is getting really tough,' said Larry Karache, an out-of-work shopkeeper, standing outside Chêne Pointu, the housing project where France’s 2005 urban riots were born, and which was depicted in last year’s hit film Les Miserables. 'We’re actually in prison here.'"

Reading

"I was doing something useful. Something useful no matter how you look at it. Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people's ideas, like listening to music (oh yes), like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach. And you, who are so kind, now you must be asking: What did you read, Barry? I read everything."

~~ from 2666 by Roberto Bolano

Bolano's Geometry

"Espinoza went out into the backyard and saw a book hanging from a clothesline. He didn't want to go over and see what book it was, but when he went back into the house he asked Amalfitano about it.

"'It's Rafael Dieste's Testamento geometrico,' said Amalfitano.

"'Rafeael Dieste, the Galician poet,' said Espinoza.

"'That's right,' said Amalfitano, 'but this is a book of geometry, not poetry, ideas that came to Dieste while he was a high school teacher.'

"Espinoza translated what Amalfitano had said for Pelletier.

"'And it's hanging outside?' said Pelletier with a smile.

"'Yes,' said Espinoza as Amalfitano looked in the refrigerator for something to eat, 'like a shirt out to dry.'"

~~ from 2666 by Roberto Bolano

let us pause for this message from the paper of our virus

"Joelle Herr, owner of The Bookshop in East Nashville, which closed more than two weeks ago, wrote on Facebook about her 'fury, despair and helplessness' at watching other businesses carry on as if nothing had changed. 'It’s frustrating when you feel like you’re one of only a few doing the right thing (and at a great cost to my small business!) and those doing the wrong thing are the ones with the greater impact — an impact that is going to be devastating.'"

The Silence of Writers

"The Americans, meanwhile, were innocently asking members of the Soviet Writers' Union: 'Why are you silent when your colleagues are imprisoned?'

"They were silent because they knew that they only had to open their mouths to follow in Elena's footsteps. They did not share her courage; officially acknowledged writers lead an easy life, they have a great deal to lose. In any case, we're not their colleagues--we have never participated in any of the Soviet propaganda activities which are mandatory for Writers' Union members, so we were not members ourselves. For it is impossible to serve both God and Mammon. One must choose. And the choice was made: we chose one, they chose the other. We have never regretted our choice, and I don't think they regret theirs. Different people have different destinies. . ."

~~ from Grey is the Color of Hope by Irina Ratushinskaya