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Francesca Marano francescamarano — Holy Mother of Halibut...900 pages later, I'm still not sure what to say, but considering at some point I thought I'd never finish, I'll give it a whirl. In the forward, it's mentioned that Bolano passed away before the books release, and left instructions to publish this as 5 different novels. Until page 750 or so, I was fully on board with that as the sprawling nature of the epic was a bit too much, but with the way the final part came together, I'm glad I did read it as one. The five stories are pretty seperate, with the main commonality surrounding the Mexican town of Santa Theresa, a fictional cousin of the border city of Ciudad Juarez where a decade long mass killing of women is duplicated in the 2666, either as a backdrop or the main point. The first part is taken up describing the intermingling lives of four european literature critics and follows them till a somewhat concluding trip to Santa Theresa in search of their hero writer and main critical target. This part introduces the city and the killings. The second part, by far the least enjoyable, concerns a Mexican professor who was a bit player in the first part, and his life and family, specifically his daughter. The third part, which was the most "stand-alone" piece, centered on a writer for a small Harlem minority newspaper who finds himself out of his element in Santa Theresa before fleeing. The fourth and longest part was a listing of the vast number of woman murdered in Santa Theresa over a 4 year period, the suspects and victims families, along with numerous law enforcement and related parties. The fifth and most well written part follows the life of a german man, from youth through war to a long life of a writer. There were certain sections that I did end up skimming as Bolano would take a tangent and stretch it over 10 pages, where it had no real purpose (in one of these, 10 pages long went by in one sentence...no period, although there should have been). Another, near the end, he spends two pages describing various parts of the story of Sisyphus (rock up the hill in hell guy) because he was describing the look on someone's face...then states "but the faces Junge was making didn't have anything to do with Sisyphus". Really?? So two pages for the sheer joy of dropping in 23 greek names. However, he would then come up with 3 pages of exquisite writing, with the one that most stuck with me surrounding a leather jacket that had seen a lot of hands, and the current owner unknowingly discussing it with a man who may have owned it in the past - doesn't seem like much, but the way Bolano wrote the dialogue and setting was unbelievably moving. In thinking back, the first part was probably a 3 star, 2nd a 2 star, third and fourth 4 stars, and the final a 5 star. The final 200 pages were the best of the book and both wrapped together a few pieces of the other stories as well as being the most memorable part. Would I ever read it again...no. Will I think about tackling a previous book by Bolano mentioned in the afterward...probably not. But is this worth reading (possibly for no other reason than to see if such a book may definitely mean different things to different people)...I'd have to say yes.