Roberto Bolaño, 2666 (transl. Natasha Wimmer, 2008)

You open the first of two paperback covers, and the eye in the first 'O' of Bolaño's name is revealed as a Mexican-Day-of-the-Dead skull. Nice. Otherwise, it's a very long novel, and I've blogged my reactions to it in five parts:

Part 1: about the Critics

Part 2: about Amalfinato

Part 3: about Fate

Part 4: about the Crimes

Part 5: about Archimboldi

It's a potent fiction, and in many ways extraordinary and remarkable, though it's often trudgy and sometimes just horrible.