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The Bolano love just doesn’t stop . . . This week it’s Ben Kunkel in the on The Savage Detectives, Last Evenings on Earth, and Amulet.

BolañoÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s desperado image is a large part of his appeal. His revolutionary politics and the personal risk they entailed, the movement he founded, his poverty, exile and addiction, his death in his prime: the combination of these elements is foreign to the increasingly professionalised career of the contemporary writer. BolañoÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s dishevelled, wandering characters are, more profoundly than they are left-wing, anti-bourgeois, which is to say disdainful of comfort, security and success: an attitude more than a politics, but the attitude is deeply felt. Even to write ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½˜marvellously wellÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™, Bolaño declared, was not enough; ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½˜the quality of the writingÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™ depended on the authorÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s understanding ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½˜that literature is basically a dangerous callingÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™.

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