I started the book and wrote this review with an eye on current events, seeking a worthwhile mediation on the sadness and endurance of injustice that is part and parcel of history.

A better-fitting coda is hard to imagine, as unnerving and courageous as anything else Bolaño would produce into an end that came far too soon.

(Aschwanden) sidesteps what a lesser writer could have compiled as a laundry list of warnings. Instead, Go is a pleasure, and not a few times laugh-out-loud funny. Aschwanden’s critical eye slices through reams of bad copy and breathless promises one finds in the athletic industry, from the vague to coercive to the blatantly false.