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Now, new in audio and completely unabridged, the collection that made Borges a household name in the English-speaking world. The groundbreaking trans-genre work of Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) has been insinuating itself into the structure, stance, and very breath of world literature for well over half a century. Multi-layered, self-referential, elusive, and allusive writing is now frequently labeled Borgesian. Umberto Eco's international bestseller, The Name of the Rose, is, on one level, an elaborate improvisation on Borges' fiction "The Library," which American readers first encountered in the original 1962 New Directions publication of Labyrinths. This new edition of Labyrinths, the classic representative selection of Borges' writing edited by Donald A. Yates and James E. Irby (in translations by themselves and others), includes the text of the original edition (as augmented in 1964) as well as Irby's biographical and critical essay, a poignant tribute by Andr� Maurois, and a chronology of the author's life. Borges enthusiast William Gibson has contributed a new introduction bringing Borges' influence and importance into the twenty-first century.… (more)
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Borges is if anything an efficient writer. He writes in incredibly dense prose. His stories are often three to five pages long and filled with esoteric references to ancient China, Don Quixote, linguistics, mathematics, and the infinite. After reading Circular Ruins I had to sit and ponder. Borges forces you to think, forces you to delve. The Library of Babel is favorite of many in which he contemplates an infinite library with infinite knowledge and infinite lies. I enjoyed the The Secret Miracle in which an author, sentenced to execution by firing squad in WWII Prague, begs whatever God exists for the time to finish his final work. Through a private miracle he gains all the time he needs -- all the time between the firing of the shot and the moment lead hits bone. He finds the world stopped. He has years worth of time to write in his mind, to edit, to mull over just the right phrase, and as soon as he hits upon perfection of his work --- well, time snaps back into existence and his life is ended.
In reading this book, you have to be willing to be indulgent. Borges is trying at times. And one of the reasons you can't read it all at once is because he repeats himself. He has interesting ideas, but in the end you feel if you see the words "mirror" "labyrinth" or "enigma" one more time, you'd like to shoot him yourself. It reminds me of when I saw an entire wing of an art museum dedicated to a Magritte exhibition. His works are fascinating, but as you progressed through the rooms, you realized he really did like clouds, and apples, and bowlers.
Despite all this, there is an element of genius in Borges' work. At the end of an essay on self-reference in literature (such as Hamlet watching the pantomime of his own history in Hamlet) he writes this gem:
"Why does it disturb us that the map be included in the map and the thousand and one nights in the book of the Thousand and One Nights? Why does it disturb us that Don Quixote be a reader of the Quixote and Hamlet a spectator of Hamlet? I believe I have found the reason: these inversions suggest that if the characters of a fictional work can be readers or spectators, we, its readers or spectators, can be fictitious. In 1833, Carlyle observed that the history of the universe is an infinite sacred book that all men write and read and try to understand, and in which they are also written."
That is my new picture of the universe. Read this, folks, but read it at your own pace. A little goes a long way, but you will be rewarded.
Paradoxically, Borges sits in a library high above; that is cerebrally and intuitively. Borges being a librarian only
What can be said of the stories, essays, and strange parables collected here? They are short, and very complex. More than once I was left dazed, as if something large and unseen had just gone over. It helps immensely that Borges recites the same themes throughout, working them as a magical dough a baker might make 10,000 unique delicacies from.
"Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius" was disturbing and explains a lot by means of an elusive encyclopedia of another world, only proclaiming in the end that there are inhuman laws we cannot grasp; and they are very much at work.
I'll only mention a few of the stories I really enjoyed: "The Lottery in Babylon", "The Library of Babel", "Funes the Memorious", "Three Versions of Judas" (blasphemous, yet invoking contemplation of Erasmus' Free Will and Luther's Predestination), "The Sect of the Phoenix", "The Theologians"—I realize now I run the risk of listing them all, so I'll stop (I loved "The Zahir").
Each contains such an anvil of information and idea in so few words. The stories are powerful, nearly explosive, and leave permanent altering. I thought they were complex until I came upon Borges' Essays. These were mind blowing. "A New Refutation of Time" was reminiscent of Augustine's digressions on time, which ironically, were quoted from. Both turned my head on end. There is just so much deep thinking packed here. I feel I am at a loss. I feel I should read it again and take notes to quote from. Definitely.
For me, reading Jorge Luis Borges’ Labyrinths was the literary equivalent of the fruit salad. That is, I found this collection of short fiction and essays to be intellectually challenging and occasionally thought-provoking, but it was never a comfortable or particularly enjoyable experience. Without question, Borges was an extremely bright and well-read man; all of the short stories and non-fictional entries in this volume teem with historical, metaphysical, and allegorical references that explore the themes of immortality, sexuality, and the role of chance in our lives. Indeed, a common device he employed was to create a fictional development around the premise of an academic-style research study (e.g., “The Theologians” and “Theme of the Traitor and the Hero”). However, very little of the fiction in this book follows a traditional short story format—“The Garden of Forking Paths,” “Death and the Compass,” and “Emma Zunz” are notable exceptions—which was unfortunate because these works represent the best part of Labyrinths.
Still, all of it was well worth the effort, if for no other reason that the author is widely acknowledged to be one of the main precursors of the post-modern meta-fiction movement and his influence on so many subsequent writers is abundantly clear. For instance, Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose (“The Library of Babel”), John Gardner’s Grendel (“The House of Asterion”), Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ One Hundred Years of Solitude (“Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius”), and Italo Calvino’s If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler (“Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote”) owe much to Borges’ path-breaking work. So, while this is an important book that very much deserves to be regarded as such, be forewarned that reading it is not likely to be a piece of cake.
Using myriad allusions to science and the western canon as tools, Borges writes fictions that takes apart ideas in human
Borges’ literary criticism sheds light on the origins of his ideas as it deconstructs the western canon. One thing that sets these essays apart is that Borges is learned in mathematics as well as literature, and his logical tendencies distinguish him from other pansophic critics like Harold Bloom. In particular, Zeno’s infinitesimal paradox of Achilles and the Tortoise shows itself again and again in Labyrinths, and finally receives a full treatment in the essay Avatars of the Tortoise.
The parables show Borges at his purest, unconstrained by the demands of form. Though short, their exotic ideas leave the reader with a strange and singular aftertaste, like waking from a dream.
Borges is not for the faint of heart, but if you find yourself looking for something tough to chew on, few authors are richer than he.
Then it dawned on me.
Yes, I may have read it before, but the authors I was reading from were of course, borrowing from Borge. I did begin to enjoy some of the book from that point on, but he does make you work for it. By the time I reached the essays, I was leaning towards being a fan of Borges. Then, I read the essays. I disagreed with his definitive, "This is fact," statements. I also disagreed with the philosophy of infinite divisions of time making it impossible to ever reach, in his example, 14 minutes. Interesting thought, but I think it's more interesting to combine what he's saying with the idea that 14 minutes can be finite and infinite can be held within a finite.
That being said, it did provide some interesting thoughts to mull over.
If the book consisted solely of the Ficciones, then I would be more positive. Borges shows a really carefully thought out structure in all his stories short stories. And some of them, I found to be absolutely fascinating – for example The Secret Miracle, The Lottery in Babylon, and Death and the Compass. But I’m afraid that I found the Essays more inscrutable - too inscrutable!
But I am pleased I have read the book. And I may read it again in the future.
The version I read was that published by the Folio Society, and the illustrations by Neil Packer complement the work so well.
particularly known for his short stories, poems, and essays, and deeply
philosophical, esoteric themes.
Labyrinths was a wonderful introduction to his work. The title
is just right because the biggest thing I came away with was the
feeling that I had been reading the literary version of an M.C. Escher
painting. Borges constantly has the reader questioning reality,
especially the realities of time and space.
I got this copy from the library. I started off wanting to read Borges
because I knew that many of his works had literary themes, centering on
books and writing. They do, but I found so much more than that! I have
called other writers brilliant, but Borges was brilliant almost to the
point of being on a different plane.
I'm not sure I completely understood all of the stories and/or essays,
but that's o.k.. I definitely want my own copy, because it seems meant
to be read over and over again, with the reader coming away with a
different perspective, a different understanding each time.
I would really love to own all of his work. He completely blew me away!
More than any other author, Borges has made me think and question, made
me want to jump off and research other authors and works which he
mentioned, and made me want to read other authors in whom I could see
his influence. I think if I were stuck on a desert island with only
one book, it would have to be one of his!
Each story, essay or parable has so many references and nuances of thought and layers of meaning that it is