RaveThe San Francisco Chronicle...[2666] is the prime example — maddening, inconclusive and very, very long; hideous in parts and beautiful in others; exerting a terrible power over the reader long after it's done ...in the severe Sonoran Desert in the north of Mexico, in a fictional border town called Santa Teresa, where hundreds of women who work at American maquiladoras are being raped and strangled ... a World War II epic, and a literary love triangle, and a chronicle of insanity, and the story of a washed-up African American journalist ... The muddled, incantatory monologues of the book's massive cast of characters, pathetically striving toward something they can't define...like so much in the book, is a riddle without a right answer — ineffable, yet palpitating with meaning.
