A Roberto Bolano short story called Alvaro Rousselot's Journey in the New Yorker, translated by Chris Andrews. The flavour is as of the collection in last evenings on earth, with a similar theme running here too. However, exile and failure are treated differently, the style is typically Bolano, with its cutting edge humour and sadness, and the story reveals numerous threads intertwined, as Bolano invariably does, reminding us that "Everyone knows that the bright rising stars in the literature of any nation are like flowers that bloom and fade in a day; and whether that day is brief and succinct or extends over ten or twenty years, it must eventually come to an end". "People are only interested in themselves ", thinks the protagonist, a writer, his search ending with suicidal thoughts. All in all, another Bolano story, which will do till 2666!
Another link to an article in The Guardian, called Shame On Us, by Ronan Bennett, a response to Martin Amiss' polemical ignorance of things Islamic and reflecting his Superior bias, though one thing must be said, Amiss is one of those experts on Islam who don't know Arabic, are not familiar with the Quran and yet speak with authority. However, he is openly showing you which side he is on.