The Insufferable Gaucho - Roberto Bolano.pdf (PDFy mirror) by Неизвестный

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subjected to torture by fire, roasted on a grill over hot coals. And then he's a captive in a dungeon where the ground is covered with shards of glass and pottery. And then a crow keeps watch over the martyr's corpse, abandoned in a wasteland, and fends off a ravening wolf And then the saint's body is cast into the sea from a boat, a millstone tied around his neck. And then the waves wash the body up on the coast, and there it is piously buried by a matron and other Christians. 4. Sometimes I used to feel dizzy. Nauseous. Juanito would talk about the last film we had seen and I would nod and realize that I was drowning, as if the armchairs were at the bottom of a very deep lake. I could remember the movie theater, I could remember buying the tickets, but I singly couldn't remember the scenes that my friend

(my one and only friend!) was talking about, as if the lake-floor darkness had infiltrated everything. If I open my mouth, water will come in. If I breathe, water will come in. If I stay alive, water will come in and flood my lungs forever and ever. 5. Sometimes Juanito's mother would come into the room and ask me personal questions. How my studies were going, what book I was reading, if I'd been to the circus that had just set up on the outskirts of the city. Juanito's mother was always very elegantly dressed, and, like us, she was addicted to the movies. 6. Once I dreamed of her, once I opened the door of her bedroom, and instead of seeing a bed, a dresser and a closet, I saw an enpty room with a red brick floor, and that was just the antechamber of a very, very long corridor, like the highway tunnel that

goes through the mountains and then on toward France, except that in this case the tunnel wasn't on a mountain highway but in the bedroom of my best friend's mother. I have to keep reminding myself: Juanito's my best friend. And, as opposed to a normal tunnel, this one seemed to be suspended in a very fragile kind of silence, like the silence of the second half of January or the first half of February. 7. Unspeakable acts, fatefiil nights. I recited the formula to Juanito. Unspeakable acts? Fateful nights? Is the act unspeakable because the night is fateful, or is the night fateful because the act is unspeakable? What sort of question is that? I asked, on the brink of tears. You're crazy. You don't understand anything, I said, looking out of the window. 8. Juanito's father isn't tall but he cuts a dashing figure. He

was in the army and during the war he was wounded a number of times. His medals are displayed on the wall of his study, in a glass-fronted case. He didn't know anyone when he first came to the city, Juanito says, and people were either afraid of him or jealous.

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