Sunday, July 09, 2006

what it is

between meals
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(Note to self -- pick up this guy's book:)
That's what art is, he said, the story of a life in all its particularity. It's the only thing that really is particular and personal. It's the expression and, at the same time, the fabric of the particular.

And what do you mean by the particular? I asked, supposing he would answer: Art. I was also thinking, indulgently, that we were pretty drunk already and that it was time to go home.

But my friend said: What I mean is the secret story. ... The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter. But every damn thing matters! It's just that we don't realize. We tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, we don't even realize that's a lie.

Excerpted from Roberto Bolaño's «Last Evenings on Earth», which was so lovingly reviewed by Francine Prose in today's New York Times Book Review.

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