The beauty of Bolono's work, even in the puzzling Spirit of Science Fiction

As noted yesterday, Roberto Bolano's novel The Spirit of Science Fiction (2016, posthumous publication) doesn't break new ground for him - it's revisit to his familiar theme of young writers trying to get a foothold in the literary world while living in Bohemian style in Mexico City ca 1990 - there's a French phrase for this, I think "nostalgie de la moue" or something like that meaning nostalgia for the mud, or more precisely looking back with fondness on days of young poverty and squalor. RB really gives us the sense of young artists/writers who give their all to their work while still find the time and strength to be up all night drinking and smoking and exchanging ideas. There's a shred of a romantic story here, w/ the narrator's passion for a beautiful young writer, Laura, and the dangerous rivalry w/ her ex, but plot isn't what draws us to Bolano's strange fiction: It's really all about the mood - long walks in the rain through the sleeping city, taking turns w/ his friend, Jose (might have had his name wrong in yesterday's post) pushing his always-disabled motorcycle, the night-long party int he attic loft punctuated by visits to a nearby coffee shop to bring back sustenance. The shred of the plot concerns the narrator's belief that there are more literary magazines in Mexico City than anywhere else on the planet; he and Jose track down the source of this rumor, an elderly Mexican writer who did some kind of literary census, and they interview him, though he dashes their hopes that MC is the world capital of literature; he says most of the so-called magazines are just self-published, mimeographed, stapled together, left for pickup at supermarkets. Tant pis. But the young writers aren't dissuaded by this, and they're right: A culture that produces hundreds of self-published journals is a culture that values writing and aspires to literary greatness. There's much to keep you going in this relatively short novel, though it's probably not the best place to start w/ Bolano - I'd recommend starting w/ his early works, published during his lifetime. As to this posthumous novel, as noted yesterday I wish the publisher (Penguin) had included some info about its provenance: Did Bolano complete this piece, or is it an abandoned fragment?