Ficciones
Jorge Luis Borges
Good (well, not so good, really) Irish-Catholic that I am, I have an abiding belief that everything happens for a reason. That includes large gaps in the various timelines of my life. As gaps go, the 30 years or so between first picking up Ficciones and actually reading it may represent a personal best.
About that first encounter: I wish I could say it was driven by intellectual curiosity, a deep knowledge of world literature or even the recommendation of a professor who recognized a certain sort of soul. Alas, I was just trying to impress a girl.
In the event I didn’t get the girl, which I now recognize was a good thing. What I got instead was a Continue reading
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