I finally managed to get a copy of Roberto Bolano's "The Savage Detectives" and have burned through about 100 pages in the last day. Gotta love the morning commute.
I finished Raymond Roussel's "New Impressions of Africa", which is a very fun, eccentric poem. Basically, it's divided into 4 cantos and each canto is a single sentence that keeps getting interrupted by parenthetical digressions, footnotes, and illustrations. It has next to nothing to do with Africa.
Basically, the French Whitman.