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Vagabonds | The New Yorker

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Roberto Bolaño and his fractured masterpiece.

Save this story Save this story Even when Bolaño’s work became canonical, he railed against the literary mainstream and its enthusiasm for magic realism. RICCARDO VECCHIO “And then I never saw him again”: this phrase recurs with eerie frequency in the work of the Chilean-born writer Roberto Bolaño, who died four years ago, in Barcelona, at the age of fifty. In Bolaño’s ten novels and three story collections—all completed in his torrential final decade, before he succumbed to a chronic liver ailment that he suspected would seal his fate—characters go through life in a state of agitated migratio

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