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2666: A Novel Roberto Bolano
Publisher: Picador

But I know exactly when I read the first page of Roberto Bolaño's 2666. The bookmark that I use in my copy of 2666 is the Christmas card that my brother wrote to me when he gave me the book. There is something about it in this novel that made it feel at times more real than real and more true than life itself. Chilean author Roberto Bolaño left behind a surfeit of unfinished manuscripts after his death, but nothing was more intriguing than a reported sixth part of 2666, his bestselling magnum opus. 2666, a novel by Chilean writer, Roberto Bolano, was published posthumously in 2004. 2666 is one of those novels which push the limits of the novel past its conventional size and scope, and its 893 pages of text definitely is one literary mammoth. While I certainly don't take everything he says or writes as gospel, his distaste of Bolaño sours my enjoyment of the novel. Nowhere else is his writing more decadently sampled than with his major novels–”The Savage Detectives” and his magnum opus, “2666,” both translated from the original Spanish by Natasha Wimmer. While a rose by any other name may well smell as sweet, the title of a book is most frequently inextricably linked to the nature and quality of the story contained within. Bolaño's final novel, 2666, represents a sort of apotheosis of that dread. The novel's cryptic title is one of its many grim jokes; there is no reference to this figure in its 900 pages.