"This
painting, viewed properly (although one could never be sure of viewing it
properly), was an ellipsis of self-portraits, sometimes a spiral of
self-portraits (depending on the angle from which it was seen), seven feet by
three and a half feet, in the center of which hung the painter’s mummified
right hand. It happened like this. One morning, after two days of feverish work
on the self-portraits, the painter cut off his painting hand. He immediately
applied a tourniquet to his arm and took the hand to a taxidermist he knew,
who’d already been informed of the nature of the assignment. Then he went to
the hospital, where they stanched the bleeding and proceeded to suture his arm.
At some point someone asked how the accident had happened. He answered that he
had cut off his hand with a machete blow while he was working, by mistake. The
doctors asked where the amputated hand was, because there was always the
possibility that it might be reattached. He said he’d thrown it in the river on
his way to the hospital, out of sheer rage and pain. Although the prices were
astronomical, the show sold out. The masterpiece, it was said, went to an Arab
who worked in the City, as did four of the big paintings. Shortly thereafter,
the painter went mad and his wife (he was married by then) had no choice but to
send him to a convalescent home on the outskirts of Lausanne or Montreux."
Roberto Bolaño, 2666 , Loc. 913-24 .
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