20 years ago, on July 15, good readers felt the blow of the death of Roberto Bolaño, who had been waiting for a liver transplant.
The extraordinary career of the Chilean writer, trained in Mexico and based during his last years in Catalonia, where he became a writer, was cut short at the pinnacle of his career.
Shortly before the turn of the century, he published a novel that shook the foundations of Latin American literature, 'Los detectives salvajes,' praised by American critics; his other literary monument, '2666,' his great posthumous work, had yet to appear.
His premature death at the age of 50, having a meteoric rise in the last four years of his life, in which he went from being a barely known author to a cult figure, and ending up becoming a classic, sealed what is for the moment the last great Latin American literary myth.
