December 22, 2008



to whom it may concern:

Qualify 'the random.' Elaborate on the process of 'anarchizing rebellion.' Explain further the 'logic of dispersion,' and please clarify which notion of 'dispersion' you mean, so readers can contextualize said logic.

I hope someone will speak eloquently on Natasha's behalf.




It's amazing rhetoric there. Describing a flaw or lack of sense as a device used by the author to symbolize or deepen his work someway. These are the kinds of "critical thinking" that make people drop out of college.


hey, i dont agree... the impulse to reach for poetic images and to celebrate literary imagination is not just irresponsible writing or critical gibberish- it's what bolano has perfected in his two largest works. further, it's what he identifies in savage detectives as the spirit of the '70s, if not of most young poets the world around.


Yes, but what I'm - and presumably what 'K' is - concerned with is Wimmer's flimsy elucidation of her ideas about this, uh, supposed...formal randomness? vis-a-vis Bolano's use of it as a "device" (which, to her credit, I don't take to be a necessarily reductive term). Put simply: that, up there, is patent highbrow hogwash. She's throwing out hollow terms - and coining some odd phrases along the way - without any regard for context. The word 'dispersion,' for instance, has very specific connotations if used in, say, the context of statistical analysis. It is, in that sense, anything BUT random. It is governed by mathematical properties. And it's vehemently organized - that is, orderly; it is not anarchy. There's a big schism, then, between the idea of a "device," and notions of "disorder." They appear mutually exclusive. How, I'd ask, does Wimmer see them in tandem?


Wimmer probably assumes that you have read the book, K and Ayub, and would know that she is talking about anarchic interruptions in otherwise coherent, sometimes high-velocity narratives. The interrupting narratives themselves, in fact, are often as gripping as anything in the book. And obviously, Wimmer is not using "dispersion" as it is used in statistical analysis. Quite plainly, she seems to be talking about a dispersion of plot, of the reader's focus, of literary effects, away from any standard dramatic arc.

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