The second volume of Rafael Chirbes’s Diaries came out. As I wait for my copy, I’m rereading the first volume. This is giving me so much pleasure that I keep looking around in case somebody sees me in the grips of an almost indecent kind of enjoyment.
I decided to write about this book. There won’t be a word about neoliberalism or the nation-state. I will talk about how Chirbes created a completely new kind of novel in these “diaries.”
Of course, in the meantime, I’ll drive everybody nuts with my gushing about this book. All of the terrible things that happen in the world, the wars, the suffering. And this one guy, sitting alone in the tiny town of Beniarbeig, expiated an enormous portion of our human badness with his writing.
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