Как я уже говорил, я иногда открываю "2666" Боланьо и просто читаю несколько абзацев. Из "The part about the crimes" обычно. Отрывки из жизни случайных людей, часто не особо связанные между собой, меня просто завораживают. В частности, эпизоды из жизни полицейских. Вот один: The case was assigned to Inspector Luis Villasenor, recently arrived from Hermosillo, who after a week of interrogations came to the conclusion that the killer wasn't the fugitive husband but Maria Elena's boyfriend, Augusto or Tito Escobar, whom the victim had been seeing for a month. This Escobar lived in Colonia La Vistosa and had no known occupation. When they went to look for him, he was gone. Three men were found in the house. Upon interrogation, they declared that they had seen Escobar come home one night with bloodstains on his shirt. Inspector Villasenor had to say that he'd never interrogated three worse-smelling individuals. Shit, he said, was like their second skin. The three men worked picking through the trash at El Chile, the illegal dump. Not only was there no shower where they lived, but no running water either. How the fuck, Inspector Villa-senor asked himself, had Escobar managed to become Maria Elena's lover? At the end of the interrogation, Villasenor took the three men out to the courtyard and gave them a beating with a length of hose. Then he made them undress, threw them some soap, and sprayed them down for fifteen minutes. Later, as he was throwing up, it occurred to him that there was a logical connection between the two acts. As if one led to the other. The beating with the piece of green hose. The water gushing from the black hose. Thinking this made him feel better.