By night in Chile

I suspect I needed to have more than a passing knowledge of Chilean political history to understand all the ramifications of this story. A rambling stream of consciousness memoir from a dying priest that doesn't let up. Memory is presented as untrustworthy and riddled with fever dreams. Some recollections are interesting but others are quotidian, lacking in any apparent meaning and frustrating as a result. The denouement was - I think - laden with a meaning that escaped me.