- The knife sharpener’s eyes narrowed until they looked like two lines drawn with charcoal.
- music like water tumbling over smooth stones
- like a child trying not to vomit
- he looked like a madman
- Like a child on the verge of tears.
- children scattering through the countryside like defeated soldiers
- a giant plume of dust, like the tail of a hallucinogenic coyote
- The sidewalk was gray but the sun coming through the branches of the trees made it look bluish, like a river.
- like a pig staring into the sun
- the tops of trees were visible like a green-black carpet
- he drifted like a ghost
- eyes were a brown so light they looked yellow like the desert
- letting the buckle dangle like a bell
- La Vaca stood motionless, waiting, like someone who walks down a random street and suddenly hears her favorite song, the saddest song in the world, coming from a window
- She fucks like someone on the brink of death
- like a hummingbird
- mazelike mountains
- like a gold nugget in a trash heap
- like a doll lost and found in a heap of somebody else’s trash
- like a procession of penitents with their purple or fabulous vermilion or checkered hoods
- Reinaldo felt a shiver descend his spine like an elevator, or maybe rise, or both at once
- A goddamn gash, like the crack in the earth’s crust they’ve got in California, the San Bernardino fault
- like a melon-colored pyramid, its sacrificial altar hidden behind smokestacks and two enormous hangar doors though which workers and trucks entered
- the world was like a creaky coffin
- like the stars
- corpselike pallor
- like dogs
- like extraterrestrials
- On the rare occasions when he laughed he sounded like a donkey and only then did his face seem bearable.
- Lying there with his ass in the air, Farfan looked like a sow, but Gomez fucked him regardless and they resumed their friendship.
- his eyes like a hawk’s as he strode that labyrinth of snores and nightmares
- For me, being in prison was exactly like being dumped on a Saturday at noon in a neighborhood like Colonia Kino, San Damian, Colonia Las Flores. A lynching. Being torn to pieces. Do you understand? The mob spitting on me and kicking me and tearing me to pieces. With no time for explanations.
- It’s like a noise you hear in a dream. The dream, like everything dreamed in enclosed spaces, is contagious.
- like a mosquito around a campfire
- paths off the highway that melted away like dreams, without rhyme or reason
- like a skull
- There were Cessna planes flying low over the desert like the spirits of Catholic Indians ready to slit everyone’s throats.
- like a madman
- He carried the amphetamines everywhere, like a tiny talisman that would protect him from evil.
- like commandos lost on a toxic island on another planet
- Gomez scooped the balls off the floor and remarked that they looked like turtle eggs. Nice and tender, he said.
- what it was like to be in purgatory
- like a flock of vultures
- the policemen, moving wearily, like soldiers trapped in a time warp who march over and over again to the same defeat, got to work
- like a free man
- she would go everywhere wrapped in bandages, like a mummy, not an Egyptian mummy but a Mexican mummy
- like an archaeologist who has just discovered an incredible bone
- like a girl who carefully unwraps, bit by bit, a present that she wants to make last, forever
- all the bandages slither like snakes, or all the bandages open their sleepy eyes like snakes, although she knows they aren’t snakes but rather the guardian angels of snakes
- they talked about freedom and evil, about the highways of freedom where evil is like a Ferrari
- like a troupe of gypsies heading into the unknown
- like a worm or an insomniac mole
- like a baby bird
- the steam was tinted green, an intense green, like a tropical forest, and when Garibay saw it he invariably said: fuck, that’s pretty
- they slunk out like vultures
- a long coffee shop like a coffin, with few windows
- like a squash ball
- women are like laws
- the slope of a hill that looked like a dinosaur or a Gila monster
- witchlike language and manner
- Living in this desert, thought Lalo Cura as the car, with Epifanio at the wheel, left the field behind, is like living at sea.
- like a fast-acting tranquilizer
- Sometimes he felt like a shepherd misunderstood by the very stones.
- like children hearing the same story for the thousandth time
- like somebody talking about medieval history or politics
- the night like a glove over the hotel
- that toadlike creature, that dumb, helpless greasy illegal, that lump of coal who in some other reincarnation could have been a diamond
- like someone talking in his sleep
- He could feel the Sonora night brushing his back like a ghost.
- And most surprising of all: tied around her head, like a strange but not entirely implausible hat, was an expensive black bra.
- like looking for a phantom
- Being a criminologist in this country is like being a cryptographer at the North Pole.
- It’s like being a child in a cell block of pedophiles.
- It’s like being a beggar in the country of the deaf.
- It’s like being a condom in the realm of the Amazons
- his neck long like a turkey’s
- we got out of there like a bomb was about to go off
- sinking like crocodiles in the swamp
- they spend money like water
- like a queen
- night crept like a cripple toward the east
- like a giant chapel
- like two whores allowed for the first time to dress their pimp
- like boiled fruit
- like a plaster cast
- like a statue
- ranches empty like shoe boxes
- like a puzzle repeatedly assembled and disassembled
- like a gift
- like a double spinal cord
- The truth is like a strung-out pimp.
- The truth is like a strung-out pimp in the middle of a storm, said the congresswoman.
- smiling and sniveling like a lap dog
- like an eternity
- trading puns like a couple of zombies
- like someone in a trance
- like a rat
- like Satan’s helpers
- like a mirror image
- like black holes
These similes are from “The Part About the Crimes,” the fourth part of 2666, a novel by Roberto Bolaño, in English translation by Natasha Wimmer.
Thanks for collecting and posting these. When I read 2666 back in the day, I loved his similes so much I wanted to force everyone I knew to read the book for just this reason. Actually, what I really wanted was for them to read it at the exact same time as me but also for them to be physically with me–bodies packed together in a giant bed, everyone rapt, reading silently until we are not, until the text compiles us to look up from the page and grab the sleeve (and thus attention) of another to whom we could read aloud some treasured gem. I suppose I wanted to feel the thread of connection that united my consciousness to Bolano’s extend out, web-like, and encapsulate all others with similar sensibilities as me, or to find those who were engaged in that particular linguistic dance, and here, 15 years later, you’ve given me that, so thank you. And also, thanks for the refresher. I’ll have to reread soon!
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Thanks! I enjoyed compiling them (I still have the fifth section to go). It’s sort of like rereading the book to do it…
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