Long ago–25 years I think–a past friend gifted me Jorge Borges’ Ficciones, a collection of short stories by the great Argentinian writer. My friend was a brilliant thinker and writer, and when I glanced at the book after he gave it to me, I thought it was suited to him but not to me. Like my last review of Nabokov’s Pale Fire, I was intimidated and didn’t feel smart enough to understand what probably came easy to my friend. So I put the book aside […]
“It bears out a principal axiom of Borges’ philosophy as a writer: that language is by its abstract nature almost laughably reductive of the reality we use it to represent”
Ficciones by Jorge Borges