I have abandoned the Savage Detectives

I could not finish the book; reading it had become a lifestyle choice rather than an entertainment. It is the same with Celine or with Proust or Pound or any of the others…the endless circular study of a life bolstered by fiction’s great streamlining…interviews with real men who met real men and tell you the truth about these meetings that never happened with men who don’t exist, these things the men never said all true…you could spend years with this book, either in it or beside it. It is a fine book. It will exist when I am old, and I can return to it then.