On Books and Sadness

I just started reading Roberto Bolano’s The Savage Detectives, and I love it.  But it got me thinking and comparing it to the things I’ve hated reading lately.

My simple point:

I do not hate poor structure in a novel because structure is a choice.  And the motives of an author are difficult to determine. But I hate poor writing since that is the result of laziness or ignorance.  Either the author does not care, or the author does not know.  And both are sad.

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