Lately I've been lucky enough to have a friend reading me some of Borges' stories, and I'm fetched.
Borges has a lyrical command of the language, combined with a breadth of knowledge - either is capable of making me need to hear a sentence or phrase again, just to wallow in it. But Borges isn't content to be lyrically intelligent. He turns both language and intellect to present a mildly cheeky, always imaginative rendering of the inconsistent and often problematic machinations of society without cynicism. It's a deft balance, and he does it well, but more than that, he inspires me to reach beyond the easy offering of cynical views.
This is not a seeking of answers so much as it is a beautiful and ornate funhouse mirror in which we are still ourselves, reflected back in whorls of ourselves.
This is not a seeking of answers so much as it is a beautiful and ornate funhouse mirror in which we are still ourselves, reflected back in whorls of ourselves.
