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Short story: “The Circular Ruins”

“The Circular Ruins”  (“Las Ruinas Circulares”) by Jorge Luis Borges, translated by James E. Irby and others

Wikipedia says this first appeared in Sur; Spanish text found online here; an uncredited translation very similar to Irby’s, though not identical, found online here (edit: here’s another and another to make up for the broken link)

2,201 words in the translation linked

It took me a ridiculous amount of time to realize that the title and setting are not just awesomely evocative. The story itself is circular. The ruins are “a temple, long ago devoured by fire,” destined to be burnt again. “For what was happening had happened many centuries ago.” I love the title for that reason.

But the best part of this story is its vision of a tremendous, prolonged creative effort. (Worth noting: Borges never wrote a novel.)

He wanted to dream a man: he wanted to dream him with minute integrity and insert him into reality. This magical project had exhausted the entire content of his soul; if someone had asked him his own name or any trait of his previous life, he would not have been able to answer.

These lines are themselves a magic spell. Later, the failure of the main character’s “dialectical” efforts rings true to a certain type of creative failure. His first draft was going fine for a while, the main character was taking shape, but somehow the momentum died. He had to start over from a completely different angle (from the heart outwards, instead of from the outside in).

Although the story suggests an endless cycle of magicians, each passing on life and forgetfulness to his son, it also suggests a single magician who renews himself, phoenix-like, again and again. Characteristically of Borges, linear time is already destined to be cyclical, making the difference unimportant.

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I wonder if anyone has psychoanalyzed this story as being about womb envy. Lots of womb-like imagery (the enclosing ruins, the touching of every surface of the heart) and an unbroken chain of womanless fatherhood. From that perspective, the tragedy of the ending is that the man is cut off not only from reality but from his own feminine potential for true creation. I was half joking when I started this paragraph but now I guess I’m mostly serious?

I learned the word “lustra” (plural of “lustrum,” a five-year period) from Irby’s translation. (Presumably the exact English equivalent of the “lustros” of the original.) An odd term to use, unless Borges meant to invoke what it meant in ancient Rome, a ritual purification.

The epigraph is a little too obvious, I think. I would have omitted it. But I’m no Borges.

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On the giving of specifics

“I will not say where or when; I know all too well that such specifics are in fact vaguenesses.”

—a Borges narrator (“Shakespeare’s Memory,” as translated by Andrew Hurley)

This sort of statement is common in the non-meta sort of fiction. Even as a child, I read many books in which the characters or narrators commented on well-worn storytelling conventions in order to explicitly reject or undermine them. The meta-convention itself became well-worn. I’m not sure if Borges is using it that way, as a device to make his story more believable. He has a tendency to give exact places, exact dates (particularly at the ends of his stories and fictional essays, when the major characters die), and exact citations (the cited books themselves often being fictitious). Perhaps he’s mocking himself for this tendency.

On emphasis by omission

“To omit a word always, to resort to inept metaphors and obvious periphrases, is perhaps the most emphatic way of stressing it.”

—Stephen Albert in Borges’ “Garden of Forking Paths” (translated by Donald A. Yates here)

Compare Orson Scott Card’s teacher’s advice.

Edited to add: Albert compares the fictitious work to a riddle, which seems slightly different from comparing it to a joke or a magic trick.

On literary precursors

“In the critics’ vocabulary, the word ‘precursor’ is indispensable, but it should be cleansed of all connotation of polemics or rivalry. The fact is that every writer creates his own precursors.”

—Jorge Luis Borges in “Kafka and His Precursors,” as translated by James E. Irby

Bolaño, I think I like you already

“I could live under a table reading Borges.”

—Roberto Bolaño Ávalos

Fictional essay: “The Library of Babel”

“The Library of Babel” (“La biblioteca de Babel”), by Jorge Luis Borges

From El Jardín de senderos que se bifurcan (The Garden of Forking Paths); translated apparently by James E. Irby here and here

2,902 words in this translation

One of Borges’ wonderfully strange thought experiments. Before the internet era, he was writing lines like “The universe (which others call the Library)” and describing all things as forms of information.

When speculative fiction spends long passages describing a nonexistent world, it’s usually a hard sell. But Borges isn’t worldbuilding, he’s idea-building. The hexagonal chambers aren’t a setting, they’re the structure on which to hang philosophical speculations, or parodies of philosophical speculations. Which is probably a hard sell for some readers too, but whatever.

On a more prosaic note, did anyone else notice that Borges equips his library with bathrooms but no cafeterias? Not even a vending machine. I like to think of it as the sort of otherworld where no one needs to eat or drink. The bathrooms exist only to stop snarky or scatological-minded readers from asking Borges where everybody goes to the bathroom. (Edited to add what occurred to me later: there is a place to dispose of corpses, but no place to bear children.)

Fictional essay: “Funes the Memorious”

“Funes the Memorious” or “Funes, His Memory” (“Funes el memorioso”), by Jorge Luis Borges

Wikipedia says this first appeared in La Nación in June 1942; English translation in PDF here

? words (I swear I’ll come back to this)

I will never understand why Borges’ fictions are all generally considered short stories. This one, like “Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote” and “The Library of Babel,” strikes me as a fictional essay. None of Borges’ essays make much pretense at plot, and the characters are static. What develops as they go on is not plot or character or theme as I understand it, but something else, something they have in common with excellent science fiction. They take a strange idea and work out its implications so thoroughly that it begins to seem familiar (though still strange) and to have relevance to real life. “To think is to forget differences” (Pensar es olvidar diferencias)—yes, of course, why didn’t we realize that before? The fact is that these pieces work, never mind whether they work as essays or as stories, so I may be the only one who cares about the distinction. (And the fact that there are so few fictional essays as good as this must make it tempting to lump them all in with stories. I imagine it’s doubly difficult to make fiction interesting without the carrots of suspense and character identification.)

An especially uninformed opinion (I can barely read Spanish): I think the best translation of the title would probably be “The Vast Memory of Funes.” “Funes the Eidetic” would be okay, except that apparently the word refers mainly to visual memory, and anyway is relatively obscure.

None of this anal-retentive blather does justice to the piece, but I expect to write many more posts on Borges before I’m done here.

Short story: “Everything and Nothing”

“Everything and Nothing,” by Jorge Luis Borges

Translated here (by Mildred Boyer) and here and here (by J. E. Irby)

627 words in Boyer’s translation

A remarkable piece. It’s a sort of joke about the scholarly obsession with knowing the “real” identity of Shakespeare, also an anti-character study, also a meditation on what identity and character even mean and what it means to be a creator, all crammed into three longish paragraphs.