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“For me, the word "writing" is the exact opposite of the word "waiting". Instead of waiting, there is writing.”

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Roberto Bolano
Roberto Bolano

Roberto Bolaño, born on April 28, 1953, was a highly influential contemporary writer from Chile. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound social criticism, making him a significant representative of Latin American literature. more

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Author:Roberto Bolaño
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“Dostum Borges aynalardan neden nefret ediyorsa ben de aynı nedenle ses kayıt cihazından nefret ediyorum, dedim. Siz Borges'in arkadaşı mıydınız, diye sordu Arturo Belano, bana biraz saldırgan gelen bir ses tonuyla, şaşırmış gibiydi. Artık uzaklarda kalan gençlik günlerimizde oldukça yakın arkadaştık, hem de çok yakın denebilir, diye cevap verdim. Kuzey Amerikalı kız Borges'in neden ses kayıt cihazından nefret ettiğini sordu. Herhalde kör olduğu için, dedim İngilizce olarak. Körlükle bu cihazın ne ilgisi var, diye sordu. Duymanın içerdiği tehlikeleri hatırlatıyor olmalı, kendi sesini, kendi ayak sesini, düşmanlarının ayak seslerini duymak, diye yanıtladım. Kuzey Amerikalı kız yüzüme bakarak onayladı. Borges'i pek iyi tanıdığını sanmıyorum. Benim eserlerimi bildiğiniyse hiç sanmıyorum, gerçi John Dos Passos İngilizceye çevirmişti. John Dos Passos'u da pek bildiğini sanmıyorum.”

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Author:Roberto Bolaño
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Book:The Savage Detectives
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Book:Woes of the True Policeman
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Book:Chain of Iron
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“The Herondales had continued the tradition of a ball in late December; in fact, James knew that it was at one of the Institute Christmas parties that his parents had become engaged to be married. “It is odd,” Tessa said. “But the invitations were all sent out at the beginning of the month, before any of the troubles we’ve been having. We thought perhaps guests would cancel, but they haven’t.” “It’s important to the Enclave,” Will said. “And the Angel knows, it’s not a bad thing to keep up morale.” Lucie moved her doubtful look to her father. “Yes, a completely selfless act, holding the party you love more than all other parties.” “My dear daughter, I am offended by your insinuation,” Will said. “Everyone will be looking to the Institute to set the tone and demonstrate that as the chosen warriors of the Angel, the Shadowhunters will carry on, a united front against the forces of Hell. ‘Half a league, half a league, half a league’—” “Will!” Tessa said reproachfully. “What have I said?” Will looked chastened. “No ‘Charge of the Light Brigade’ at the table.” Tessa patted his wrist. “That’s right.”

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Book:Chain of Thorns
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