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Jorge Luis Borges :

Fictions

Infinity in a library, death in the antechamber of hell, a maze of Circular Ruins worlds exist but at the same time ─ ─ with more reality than our own, to play the lottery as a challenge to the death, justice as murder, memory as gifted ecumenical analysis of spurious work of a writer who, perhaps, never existed. These are the topics covered in this small volume Borges published by Alianza Editorial. These and many others. Because, as we have said elsewhere, the work of Borges is dense as a cone of leaving one of his stories: a small but heavy as a Korean oil. When Borges speaks of a case, speaks at a time for all of its ramifications, its consequences and history, speaks of the (many) books I read, the authors ones, as well as the hated, even talk of readers because the reader who loves Borges is not an ordinary reader, is, as the author, a goldsmith of reading. That is the only requirement demanded by the storyteller: dedication. Borges is out of time, as some of his characters, like all his work. Argentine origin is betrayed only one or two locations. His Castilian is absolutely neutral, absolutely orthodox, but also transparent, accurate, brilliant. Of course, arises here as well the depth of his scholarship, this time in the service of good stories, narrative and philosophical inextricable intricacies that require the attention of the reader. This is not certainly a book to read in the Metro. Inexplicable emptiness that is done to this man in the English publishing market. Inexplicable or not so, given the level of foolishness books that reach the charts. Forgive me for repeating myself, but it seems an aberration in Borges's mouth is not all readers of books. Maybe Borges requires an effort that few are willing to assume. But if that effort is really necessary, it is worth it. Some of these stories I have read literally hundreds of times. "The library Batel" not only appreciated, but that needs to be drained at least fifty times, preferably all in a row, without interfering with other texts. There is more wisdom in five pages of Borges's complete works in the fashion of many authors, including Nobel laureates (prize which, alas, never received the Argentine). To begin to dive into the vast (for deep, for lucid) creation of Borges, this is an ideal text. And many would like to reach out to the soles of shoes.