El Misterio Nadal

<p>Why is it that the mingling of fact and fabrication in our civic life fills us with vertigo and dread while the same thing in a work of imaginative literature can be the source of mysterious exhilaration?  Beats me. But suppose that Roberto Bolaño had written a sort of disheveled novel about an apocryphal writer called Vladimir Nadal fellow-traveler of various late-twentieth-century avant-gardes. Then suppose that this same apocryphal writer had taken a deep dive into the real life and writings of the Surrealist Benjamin Péret and had returned with a double-handful of Péret-centric material some authentic some not. Then stop supposing and read El Misterio Nadal which is all that and more. Whoever “A.B.” supposed translator of this dossier might be he has given us in the mysterious Nadal a figure worthy to join the company of Ern Malley John Shade Araki Yasusada and other illustrious non-existents.</p><p>     Brian McHale</p><p>     Author of The Cambridge Introduction to Postmodernism</p>