which made me horribly uncomfortable to the point I had to keep reading until things settled down (around chapter 16 when Camilla scores pot). Arturo is a straight edge writer barely making it by in 70's LA, borderline obsessive and more so compulsive over a mexican waitress named Camille, it's a constant hatred to be loved game between then, except that Camille is more obsessed over Sammy, who wants nothing with her. Arturo still goes life and limb for this chick and its dreadful... ahhh
Bukowski wrote the foreword, apparently this was his author god, and you can notice the resemblence (except Fante is sober than ever... denying a free beer for coffee). Another worthy mention are the Filipino danceclubs and a Filipino guy with a pimp suit to compensate for his inch short of height to his woman hoe.
Saturday was a stay at home day, which consisted of above and below:
First attempt at faces... from the back cover of 'the Island'
Now back to 2666 Part 3... owweee. Best book of 2008...we'll see.
Sincerly,
(by Pavel)
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