Un cul black se fait ramoner quotidiennement

Bolano has a habit of mixing in elements of the real, the altered and the imagined into his work. The story ends as they stand on his terrace and look down over the moonlit city below. From unnamed narrators, to B. and Arturo Belano, there are also plenty of Bolano stand-ins in his writing. It also captures all of his tones, as it manages to be serious, frivolous, funny and bleak, often all on one page. Back in the original discussion we had u/YossarianLives1990 (who I think might now be u/WhereIsArchimboldi) made a useful comment with some links about de Benedetto, and I know u/imperfectsunset just finished reading his novel Zama as well (which I think is the same as Ugarte in the story), so hopefully he might have something to add as I haven’t read this still.