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Anyway, today I read the first short story of a book of Raymond Carver I bought the other day. And to be honest, I hope the rest of the stories are not just a close and boring examination of how marriage is so cruel. I am certain they won't because man, what a story to put at the beggining of the book.

I mean I was reading Bolaño right before this book of Carver, and maybe that's the problem, that you can't just jump from Bolaño to Carver. I mean, it's not like the chilean is the awesome thing, sometimes it's just too much, but this Carver started so dry, so fucking dirty real in the details and the stuff, that just made me kind of sick.