“Roberto Bolaño says a poet can stand anything, and it’s worth writing poetry for that reason alone. I don’t know if Bolaño’s right. Still, he doesn’t say that only certain poets can stand anything, so…maybe if I were a poet, even a mediocre one, I might have experienced Mami’s death another way. All I know is, I had a mother who nursed me. Then she died. And I had another mother who took care of me without our ever having seen each other. I call the second mother Mami. And one day I found that she’d died too.”
The opening of “Cross Hairs: 833 Meters” by Marin Mălaicu-Hondrari, translated by Jean Hariss from the Romanian. Bolaño, a hitman and a killing with a twist – what more could you want for your Sunday reading?
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