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Roberto Bolaño - The Spirit of Science Fiction: A Novel

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From a master of contemporary fiction, a tale of bohemian youth on the make in Mexico City Two young poets, Jan and Remo, find themselves adrift in Mexico City. Obsessed with poetry, and, above all, with science fiction, they are eager to forge a life in the literary world--or sacrifice themselves to it. Roberto Bolaos The Spirit of Science Fiction is a story of youth hungry for revolution, notoriety, and sexual adventure, as they work to construct a reality out of the fragments of their dreams. But as close as these friends are, the city tugs them in opposite directions. Jan withdraws from the world, shutting himself in their shared rooftop apartment where he feverishly composes fan letters to the stars of science fiction and dreams of cosmonauts and Nazis. Meanwhile, Remo runs headfirst into the future, spending his days and nights with a circle of wild young writers, seeking pleasure in the citys labyrinthine streets, rundown cafs, and murky bathhouses. This kaleidoscopic work of strange and tender beauty is a fitting introduction for readers uninitiated into the thrills of Roberto Bolaos fiction, and an indispensable addition to an ecstatic and transgressive body of work.

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ALSO BY ROBERTO BOLAO A Little Lumpen Novelita The Unknown University - photo 1
ALSO BY ROBERTO BOLAO

A Little Lumpen Novelita

The Unknown University

Woes of the True Policeman

The Secret of Evil

The Third Reich

Tres

The Insufferable Gaucho

The Return

Antwerp

Monsieur Pain

The Skating Rink

2666

The Romantic Dogs

Nazi Literature in the Americas

The Savage Detectives

Last Evenings on Earth

Amulet

Distant Star

By Night in Chile

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Originally published in Spanish under the title El espritu de la ciencia-ficcin by Alfaguara, Madrid.

Copyright 2016 by the heirs of Roberto Bolao

Translation copyright 2018 by Natasha Wimmer

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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA

Names: Bolano, Roberto, 1953-2003, author. | Wimmer, Natasha, translator.

Title: The spirit of science fiction / Roberto Bolano ; translated by Natasha Wimmer.

Other titles: Espiritu de la ciencia-ficcion. English

Description: New York : Penguin Press, 2018. | Originally published in Spanish under the title El espiritu de la ciencia-ficcion by Alfaguara, Madrid. |

Identifiers: LCCN 2018006213 (print) | LCCN 2018008859 (ebook) | ISBN 9780735222861 (ebook) | ISBN 9780735222854 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781984877918 (export)

Subjects: LCSH: Authorship--Fiction. | Authors, Chilean--Fiction. | Chileans--Mexico--Fiction. | Mexico City (Mexico)--Fiction.

Classification: LCC PQ8098.12.O38 (ebook) | LCC PQ8098.12.O38 E7713 2018 (print) | DDC 863/.64--dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018006213

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Do you mind if I interview you?

Go ahead, but keep it brief.

Do you realize that youre the youngest writer ever to win this prize?

Is that so?

Ive just spoken to one of the organizers. I got the sense that they were moved.

I dont know what to tell you.... Its an honor.... Im very happy.

It seems everyone is happy. What are you drinking?

Tequila.

Vodka here. Vodka is a strange drink, isnt it? Its not what most women would choose. Vodka neat.

I dont know what women drink.

Oh, no? Anyway, it doesnt matter. A womans drink is always secret. Her true drink, I mean. Her infinite pour. But never mind. Its such a clear night, isnt it? From here we can see the farthest towns and the most distant stars.

Thats an optical illusion, miss. If you look carefully, youll observe that the windows are oddly fogged. Go out on the terrace. I believe were in the middle of the woods. Practically all we can see are tree branches.

Then those are paper stars, of course. But what about the town lights?

Phosphorescent sand.

Youre so clever. Please, tell me about your work. Yourself and your work.

I feel a little nervous, you know? All these people singing and dancing nonstop, Im not...

Dont you like the party?

I think everyone is drunk.

Theyre the winners and runners-up of all the previous prizes.

Good God.

Theyre celebrating the end of another contest. Its... natural.

Ghosts and ghostly days passed through Jans mind. I think it was quick, a sigh, and then there was Jan on the floor, sweating and howling in pain. Worth mentioning, too, are the signs he was making, the frozen flurry of gestures, as if to show me that there was something on the ceiling, what? I asked as his index finger rose and fell with exasperating slowness, oh, shit, said Jan, it hurts, rats, mountain-climbing rats, you dumbfuck, and then he said, ah, ah, ah, and I grabbed him by the arms, or I pulled him up, which is when I realized that he wasnt just sweating rivers but cold rivers. I know I should have run for a doctor, but I got the sense that he didnt want to be left alone. Or maybe I was afraid to go out. (This was the night I realized that the night is really big.) Actually, from a certain perspective I think Jan didnt care whether I stayed or left. But he didnt want a doctor. So I said, dont die, youre like the prince from The Idiot. Id bring you a mirror if we had a mirror, but since we dont, trust me and try to calm down, dont die on me. Then, after he had sweated a Norwegian river, he said that the roof of our room was plagued with mutant rats, cant you hear them? he whispered, my hand was on his forehead, and I said, yes, it was the first time Id heard rats shrieking on the roof of an eighth-floor room. Ah, said Jan. Poor Posadas, he said. His body was so long and thin that I promised myself that from now on I would do a better job of keeping him fed. Then he seemed to fall asleep, his eyes half closed, his face turned to the wall. I lit a cigarette. Through our only window, the first rays of dawn began to appear. The street below was still dark and deserted, but cars went by with some regularity. Suddenly, behind me, I heard Jans snores. I looked at him. He was asleep, naked on his bare mattress, a lock of blond hair drying slowly on his forehead. I slumped against the wall and let myself slide down until I was sitting in a corner. Through the window, I saw an airplane go by: red, green, blue, yellow lights, the kernel of a rainbow. I closed my eyes and thought about the past few days, the big sad scenes, what I could see and touch, and then I got undressed and lay down on my mattress and tried to imagine Jans nightmares, and suddenly, before I fell asleep, I was as certain as if it was being dictated to me that Jan had felt many things that night, but not fear.

Dear Alice Sheldon:

I just want to tell you that I admire you deeply.... Im a devoted reader.... When I had to get rid of my books (I never had a lot, but I had some), I couldnt bring myself to give away all of yours.... So I still have Up the Walls of the World, and sometimes I recite a little from memory... just for myself.... Ive read your stories, too, but I gradually lost those, unfortunately.... Here they were published in anthologies and magazines, and some made their way to the city where I live.... There was a guy who loaned me rare stuff.... And I met a science fiction writer.... People say hes our only science fiction writer, but I dont believe it.... Remo tells me that his mother met another one, ten or fifteen years ago at least.... His name was Gonzlez, or thats how my friend remembers it, and he worked in the records department at Valparaso Hospital.... He gave money to Remos mother and the other girls to buy his novel.... He published it himself with his own money.... Gonzlez waited outside the bookstore, and Remos mother went in and bought the book.... And of course the only books the store sold were the ones bought by the kids from the records department.... Remo remembers their names: Maite, Doa Luca, Rabanales, Pereira.... But not the title of the book...

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