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Return to Book Page. This volume also contains the hauntingly brief vignettes about literary imagination and personal identity collected in The Makerwhich Borges wrote as failing eyesight and public fame began to undermine his sense of self.

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Lists with This Book. Nov 25, Glenn Russell rated it it was amazing. And these questions are compounded if we also think of our bodily existence on planet earth continuing forever, if we became eo of the race of the immortals. Questions such as these pop up, at least for me, after reading this Jorge Luis Borges tale. Below is my write-up. Also, you can read yourself via this link: The Borges-like narrator discloses a verbatim transcription of a document a French princess purchased in an old London bookshop after a conversation she had with the grubby old bookdealer in various languages: You also have to love how the narrator, an adventurous soldier, hale, hearty, bold leader zhir men and lover of the god Mars, functions as an alter-ego to the frail, bookish, solitary Borges.

One day a stranger, exhausted, covered in blood, rides into camp and, prior to dropping dead that very evening, informs the tribune how he is searching for the river that purifies men of death; and, he goes on to say, on the other side of that river lies the City of the Immortals, a city filled with bulwarks, amphitheaters and temples.

With the inclusion of amphitheaters as part of his description of the immortal city, we are given a direct signal that what is contained within its walls shares a common culture with the Greco-Roman world.

As the tribune informs us, the first part of the journey proved harrowing, grueling and strenuous beyond endurance – most of his men were either driven mad or died, while others, attempting desertion, faced torture or crucifixion.

He subsequently flees camp with several soldiers but disaster hits: Our tribune wanders for days in the desert, forever scorched by the sun and parched by thirst until his living nightmare lkis and somehow he finds himself bound hands behind his back and lying in a stone niche the size of a grave on the slope of a mountain. Marcus Flaminius Rufus at this point the tribune lets us know his name e also see numerous holes riddling the mountain and valley and from those holes emerge grey skinned naked men with scraggly beards, men he recognizes as belonging to the race of Troglodytes.

My sense is these Troglodytes represent a mode of being at the extreme opposite end of the spectrum from that of a refined aesthete and man of letters like Borges. I suspect Borges perceived and perhaps dreamed many of his fellow humans inhabiting a Troglodyte-like existence.


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After many days and having finally freed himself from his bonds, Marcus enters the City of the Immortals.

I descended the ladder and made my way through a chaos of squalid galleries to a vast, indistinct circular chamber. Nine doors opened into that cellar-like place; eight led to a maze that returned deceitfully, to the same chamber; the ninth led through another maze to a second circular chamber identical to the first. Having spent what appears an eternity iorge, Marcus spots a series of metal rungs on a wall leading to a circle of sky.

He climbs zahr ladder, sobbing with tears of joy, until he emerges into a type of small plaza within the brilliant City. Eel senses the city’s antiquity and wanders along staircases and inlaid floors of a labyrinthine palace thinking jorgr all what he sees is the work borgs the gods or, more accurately, gods who have died or, even, perhaps, since much of the architecture appears to lack any trace of practical purpose, gods who were mad. The second half of the tale takes a decidedly philosophical turn and, in the spirit of this Borges classic, I will conclude with a series of question posed either directly or indirectly by the narrator: Is the erasure of our memory the first step in achieving immortality?

To a subsequent rebirth or afterlife in another state? To our own personal history? How much of history is so much smoke and mirrors? And for good reason – my universe is, in fact, expanding a thousand-fold! Such sheer imaginative power.

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There are nearly fifty stories and brief tales collected here from three Borges books: The Aleph, the Maker and Museum — and every tale worth reading multiple times. For the purposes of this review, I will focus on 4 stories, the first 3 being no longer than 2 pages. Sorry, I am getting too carried away. After claiming victory in a bloody war, the king of the Arabs leads the king of Babylonia, in turn, into a different kind of labyrinth, and says, “.

The Captive A tale of identity where a young boy with sky-blue eyes is kidnapped in an Indian raid. The parents recover their son who is now a man and bring him back to their home. The man remembers exactly where he hid a knife. Not long thereafter, the man, now an Indian in spirit, returns to the wilderness. The story ends with a question, “I would like to know what he felt in that moment of vertigo when past and present intermingled; I would like to know whether the lost son was reborn and died in that ecstatic moment, and he ever managed to recognize, even as a baby or a dog might, his parents and the house.

After reading Borges, I can assure you, memory and identity have become ongoing themes for me also. The Plot How many volumes have been written pondering and philosophizing over fate and free will?

In two short paragraphs Borges gives us a tale where we are told, “Fate is partial to repetitions, variations, symmetries. Let’s just say life is always bigger than human-made notions of life.

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The Aleph Around the universe in fifteen pages. There is a little something here for anybody who cherishes literature – a dearly departed lover named Beatriz, a madman and poet named Carlos Argentino Daneri, who tells the first person narrator, a man by the name of Borges, about seeing the Aleph, and, of course, the Aleph. What will this Borges undergo to see the Aleph himself? We read, “I followed his ridiculous instructions; he finally left. He carefully let down the trap door; in spite of a chink of light that I began to make out later, the darkness seemed total.


Suddenly I realized the danger I was in; I had allowed myself to be locked underground by a madman, after first drinking down a snifter of poison. I dare anybody who has an aesthetic or metaphysical bone in their body to read this story and not make the Aleph a permanent part of their imagination. Be fascinated and enlarged. Have the universe and all its details spinning in your head. View all 27 comments. May 18, Bill Kerwin rated it it was amazing Shelves: This is a masterful collection by a writer of genius.

I believe The Aleph is just as good as Fictions ,” and Fictions is as good as any book of short pieces produced in the 20th Century. If you like paradoxes, puzzles, doppelgangers and labyrinths used as metaphors for the relation of microcosm to macrocosm and the fluid nature of personal identity, then this is the book for you.

These stories are profound, but they are written in such an entertaining traditional narrative style that they might o This is a masterful collection by a writer of genius. These stories are profound, but they are written in such an entertaining traditional narrative style that they might often be mistaken for pulp fiction if they weren’t so astonishingly elegant. View all 10 comments.

May 22, BlackOxford rated it it was amazing Shelves: Not to say anything important but merely to understand how they depend on one another. I think it is clear that Borges borrowed from Lovecroft. But I think the influences may be much more widely seen in the luuis of the stories.

One obvious connection is the way both authors use the Arabic world, and Islam especially, as a focus for spiritual mystery. Borges admitted to trying to write in the Arabic tradition during a seminar in the ‘s. Lovecroft flirted with Islam in his young adulthood and clearly is familiar with Islamic, particularly Sufi, mythology. Another connection between the two authors is their use of space in a story to represent spiritual awakening, often in an inverted form: Lovecroft tends downward, inward into the earth and to the South when he enters the realm of the soul, hell, and fear.

Perhaps this reflects his New England upbringing and the remnants of Puritan myth. Borges also goes downward but then typically rises upwards and puts his most primitive worlds in the North.

Could the swamps and relative wildness of Uruguay and the Ibera Wetlands be a sort of gnostic symbol of earthly chaos directly opposed to Protestant certainties? Who knows, maybe in my twilight years something will emerge. View all 17 comments. May 26, Cecily rated it it was amazing Shelves: It is perhaps most central to The Zahir.

I have the Collected Fictions with copious translator’s notesbut am splitting my review of that into its components, listed in publication order: Collected Fictions – all reviews. This is the fourth, published in The now familiar Borgesian tropes are also here in abundance too: And what an opening premise: The story itself is about a mysterious, obsessive quest to find the secret City of the Immortals.

The journey includes Roman soldiers; escape; loneliness; fear of otherness; extraordinary architecture; finding a way through a labyrinth of caves, ladders, doors and multiple rooms; sinister troglodytes, references to The Odyssey, and much musing on life, death, mortality, and the nature of time.