Short story revolving around the people in a photograph. Characteristic Bolaño writing, very matter-of-factly.
I realize it is impressive to knit together such a story from a mere photograph, but again, just like "2666" (still unfinished) it is a long summing up of activities with hints of people's feelings.
Though they don't need to be written down word by word, the feelings and emotions of the characters are too... shallow? no. too simple? to me. I do not see any change in character and I cannot really care for the story, its plot or its mood.
