Over the past several years, one of the better novels I've read was Roberto Bolaño's 2666. It’s also perhaps the only book that has ever given me nightmares. But it did, night in and night out, for weeks on end. And I was recently reminded of this experience. And the reason I was reminded of it was because Bolaño understood something of the difficulty that we will all face in trying to convey a sense of this political moment to future generations.

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