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# Selected Non-Fictions: Volume 3

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    Non-fiction from the great author and near-omniscient critic
  

*by M***E on Reviewed in the United States on 16 May 2016*

If you only read one English-language Borges book, go for his fantastic “Collected Fictions”. Afterwards, this book of non-fictions is must-reading. (I think it is out or print.) It represents the unique and important author from his experimental youth to his greatness in old age. His non-fictions include essays, book reviews, literary critiques, film reviews, prologues, lectures, biographies and notes on World War 2. I recommend reading up on Borges’ life before reading this book, if only the Wikipedia entry, in order to understand the context of some of his writings better, such as “I, a Jew” and his utterings about being Argentinian. This book inspired me to look up many writers and to add books to my must-read list. Both the Collect Fictions and the Selected Non-Fictions are printed on unusually high-quality, slightly creamy paper with a slightly ragged edge.Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) was like an imaginary perfect librarian who had read everything, knew what all critics had said about each book over time, knew all writers, knew their lives and opinions, knew where their words belonged in the galaxies of literature, and had pondered the counter-factual books they had not written. This astounding talent made his many prologues to the books of other writers unusually valuable, deep and compelling, such as his prologue for Bret Harte’s Sketches. Whilst reading Borges one marvels at his endless, speculative imagination, his depth, his subtle wit and his fine thinking. He was one of the giants of the 20th century. Reading one piece after another, one wonders how he collated and synthesised so much historic and modern literature in multiple languages without modern aids. He read broadly. He reminds us of Pliny the Younger’s advice that no book is so bad that there is nothing good in it, and reminds us of other literary figures who echoed Pliny. In real life, Borges was the director of the National Public Library, but he was thoroughly imaginative and would surely not have been unhappy to be compared to the imaginary perfect librarian in Neil Gaiman’s book of dreams, The Sandman.Of course he did not start as a giant, but from the start of his life-long career, Borges was extraordinary. By twenty he was already well-read in most of the authors that would influence him. His early persona is already literary and comparative. Sometime in the thirties, during the war, his non-fictions start to address his main themes more substantially: infinity, reflection, unrealness, labyrinths, adumbrations and so on.Borges is an enchanting writer. His words trigger sheer pleasure and take you with them, be it his compelling titles, his vocabulary, his exactness, his playful asides about the process of his writing (e.g., “I first wrote… but then I noticed that…” p337), or his unpredictability about whether a sentence will be neutral, light or serious. Borges’ style is rich, interwoven, multi-faceted and literary. He makes his points with simple precision: “Croce’s words are crystalline. I need only repeat them: …” (p337). He makes his points with understated majesty: “I have visited some literatures of the East and West; I have compiled an encyclopaedic anthology of fantastic literature; I have translated Kafka, Melville and Bloy; I know of no stranger work than that of Henry James.” (p248). Borges’ appreciation of literature is classic and anglophile. He gives a masterful explanation of the incorrectness of the modern theory that Shakespeare did not write the works attributed to him. When discussing a style or technique, Borges gives examples from many works great and small, classic and modern, and then adds his own, such his addition to a list of equivocal or two-pronged syllogisms: “In Sumatra, someone wishes to receive a doctorate in prophecy. The master seer who administers his exam asks if he will fail or pass. The candidate replies that he will fail.” (p250) He embeds riddles, such as referring to the couple, neither of whom had a navel (who else but Adam and Eve). His experience reading the poetry of Walt Whitman is “bedazzlement and vertigo”. Borges is not afraid to reach for the superlative; Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” is the most wide-ranging and audacious experiment that the history of literature records (p447). Emanuel Swedenborg was the most mysterious Swede and the “most extraordinary man who had ever lived on earth” (p449).His critiques can be subtle or direct: “… should art be a political instrument or not? … those who bludgeon us (or amuse themselves) with such a foolhardy inquiry forget that in art nothing is more secondary than the author’s intentions.” (p250). “… in reality, as Whistler said, ‘Art happens.'” (p502) With honesty, Borges the rails against the oppressive dominance and assumed superiority of the “psychological novel”, which unlike the adventure story has little or no plot (1940, p241). “The Russians and their disciples [of the psychological novel] have demonstrated, tediously,” the formlessness of the genre. He writes: In the end such complete freedom is tantamount to chaos. But the psychological novel would also be a “realistic” novel, and have us forget that it is a verbal artifice, for it uses each vain precision (or each languid obscurity) as a new proof of verisimilitude. There are pages, there are chapters in Marcel Proust that are unacceptable as inventions, and we unwittingly resign ourselves to them as we resign ourselves to the insipidity and the emptiness of each day.Borges had strong moral convictions, as he shows in his stance against Hitler and Peron. Borges was an agnostic who wrote of God; what else should one expect from such a subtle thinker? He does not explicitly spell out his religious beliefs in this book – what would that mean for such a dreamy poet –, but he does delineate them. He jokes that many philosophical heavy-weights, including Plato, should be considered the “major masters” of fantastic literature because they “invented God” and religious concepts (p255). He explicitly states that he does not believe in an “ultraterrestrial” world (p256). He is nonetheless fascinated by religion and religious issues. In “Biathanatos” he takes up Donne’s thesis that not all suicides are sinful and points out that both Samson and Christ chose to die. One advantage of being agnostic, he said in an interview, was that it makes one more tolerant.When describing his favourite book, The Divine Comedy, Borges reveals more of himself. In 1945-51 he wrote nine essays on this poem that has much to do with the number nine. He gives unusually unsubtle praise to the poem. “What was, is, and shall be, the history of past and future things I have had and those I will have, all of it awaits somewhere in this serene labyrinth…” (p267) “… not one word of [Dante’s] book is unjustified.” (p268). “The novels of our own day follow mental processes with extravagant verbosity; Dante allows them to glimmer in an intention or a gesture.” (p268). Dante’s is “the best book mankind has ever written…” (p281) with “… the most moving lines literature has achieved.” (p302). It is “infinite” (p285). It is no wonder that Borges is so compelled by this work where the main character, Dante, is simultaneously real and literary and a dream.There may be another reason why Borges is moved by Dante: identification. As he points out, Dante’s unrequited, unconsummated, idolatrous infatuation for Beatrice Portinari was both real for Dante (p300) and a tool that the poet used in his personal literary ambition (p282, p303 – “I hope to say of her what has never been said of any woman.”) A ruffian would say that Dante was a sexual loser who hid in his books. Harold Bloom, who loves Freud, did not like the fact that Borges was so critical of Freud. In his “Canon of Western Literature”, Bloom claims that Borges’ dislike of Freud was that of a man who had always lived with his mother until his very late and unsuccessful marriage.Borges contradicts the criticism that the Comedy is antiquated by citing historic commentaries that consider it an allegory of the state of the human soul: bad, penitent or good. (p270) More important for Borges is to rebut Nietzsche’s description of Dante as “the hyena that poetizes on graves”, a description that Borges finds “more emphatic than ingenious.” Borges replies: “There is a technical explanation for the hardheartedness and cruelty of which Dante has been accused. The pantheistic idea of a God who is also the universe, a god who is every one of his creatures and the destiny of those creatures, may be a heresy and an error if we apply it to reality, but it is indisputable when applied to the poet [Dante] and his work. The poet is each one of the men in his fictive world…” (p270). Coming from Borges, a great admirer of Spinoza, these words on “a heresy and an error” should probably not be understood too simply.In some essays Borges gives philosophy issues a go. He makes a modest disclaimer of making a “feeble artifice of an Argentine adrift on a sea of metaphysics.” (p317). If one might consider Borges a dabbler for any given subject, he is always a well-read and well-versed dabbler, for example in philosophy. I particularly liked his essay “From Allegories to Novels” (p337), which deals with allegories being “out” and novels being “in” for metaphysical reasons. Dante’s Comedy is a good example of an allegory: it has an immediate and literal sense—Dante, guided by Virgil, reaches Beatrice—and a figurative sense—man finally attains faith guided by reason. If one believes that the word “faith” is too limited to express reality, one could argue that the allegory communicates a richer, more powerful sense of the reality behind “faith”; Beatrice is a sign of the valiant virtue and secret illumination of faith. In the Middle Ages the fundamental thing was not people but humanity, not individuals but the species, not the species but the genus, not the genera but God. Whereas the allegory was once enchanting, today it is out. We “feel it is stupid and frivolous” to use this form of cryptography. One might think this is simply because tastes have changed, but Borges connects the move from allegory to the modern novel to Platonism/Realism moving to Aristotelianism/Nominalism. The Platonists sense intuitively that ideas (abstract objects, universals, ideal forms) are realities; the Aristotelians, that they are just words, nominal generalisations that do not exist in reality, unlike individual artefacts. This is not just wordplay and philosophical distraction; the two hypotheses correspond to two ways of intuiting reality. “Coleridge observes that all men are born Aristotelians or Platonists.” Plato’s team includes Parmenides, Spinoza, Kant and Francis Bradley; Aristotle’s includes Heraclitus, Locke, Hume, and William James. Today, writes Borges, we are all nominalists. “The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.” (p332) The move started in the Middle Ages under various names and flavours. Abelard considered it the move from antiquity to modernity. Borges playfully pinpoints the ideal date as 1382 when Chaucer wrote that Knight’s Tale and thereby translated a Latin line from Boccaccio from “And Betrayal with hidden weapons” to “The smyler with the knyf under the cloke.”His final lectures are increasingly personal, but always literary and historical, such as his touching lecture on blindness. In the last two decades of his life he plunged in to ancient Anglo-Saxon poetry. The irrelevance of this activity to hard times in Argentine coupled with Borges’ giant status were criticised, but he was an ageing artist and he had already done much fighting for Argentine against dictatorships. He was glad that there is no immortality of a soul and its memories. He said that he was tired of being Borges and often in his life had wished to have been someone else. The fact that he never won the Nobel Prize may have been coupled with his anti-communism or his acceptance of an honour from Pinochet. He quipped: "Not granting me the Nobel Prize has become a Scandinavian tradition; since I was born they have not been granting it to me.” He disliked envy, hatred and malice, but not sloth. He must have been charming as a person, someone you would love to have a chat with: proud yet modest, critical but a gentleman, a giant among writers but a self-effacing librarian, and above all imaginative.I can muster few criticisms of this book. His non-fiction, like his fiction, was almost exclusively about men. Some pieces treat obscure subjects but this makes them special. A small number of pieces are dated, such as film reviews, but are entertaining. Some ideas and texts appear similarly or identically in more than one essay, but this is normal for such a collection and shows that Borges was consistent. He joked that his blindness led him to plagiarise himself. He refers to G.K. Chesterton, Benedetto Croce, Thomas De Quincey and Spinoza often, but that’s because Borges was moved by them and it is not a bad thing that he introduces these lesser known but important writers and thinkers to his readers.I end by quoting the first words of one of Borges’ last works, the prologue to a collection of 75 books called “A Personal Library”: Over time one’s memory forms a disparate library, made of books or pages whose reading was a pleasure and which one would like to share. The texts of that personal library are not necessarily famous. The reason is clear. The professors, who are the ones who dispense fame, are interested less in beauty than in literature’s dates and changes, and in the prolix analysis of books that have been written for that analysis, not for the joy of the reader. This series is intended to bring such pleasure. … I don’t know if I am a good writer, but I think I am an excellent reader, or in any case, a sensitive and grateful one. I would like this library to be as diverse as the unsatisfied curiosity that led me, and that continues to lead me, in my exploration of so many languages and literatures.

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    A Welcome Home
  

*by S***S on Reviewed in the United States on 1 February 2019*

What Borges writes about, and how he does it, the angles he takes, are all to be cherished by anyone who wants insights into the more eternal questions we face (see his remarkable essay on the concept of eternity, by the way). But even more he's to be read to learn what topics well-read, literary, philosophical people in the 20th-century thought about. You need only look at the table of contents to see the dazzling array of what's covered. And it doesn't hurt that a few of his favorite authors are favorites of mine as well--Schopenhauer being one. Borges is truly broad of learning and mind, with a capacious love or at least tolerance for all but the fascists of the world in their various guises.On a more personal note, this book has lately been a lifesaver, a welcome home for me after years away from my focused literary/philosophical studies. The brain is stimulated, but even more the feelings generated are truly a comfort. My method has been to open to a random page and take it from there with the essay or section. It's seldom easy to put the book down, but it's been sending me off to sleep with a soothed, yet rejuvenated, mind.

### ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 







  
  
    My review of my review.
  

*by R***L on Reviewed in the United States on 4 June 2017*

This man was a GENIUS in the Genre. There is no other writer that has the depth of knowledge, the range of images and vocabulary, and leaves you with a satisfying wonder of whether this is truth or fiction. The BEST!!!

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