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Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges
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Jorge Luis Borges, one of the indisputably great writers of the twentieth century, was born in Buenos Aires in 1899. Never having been awarded the Nobel Prize, which his readers worldwide believed he deserved, this story writer, poet, essayist, and man of letters died at age eighty-six. This anthology of interviews with him features more than a dozen conversations that cover all phases of his life and work. Conducted between 1964 and 1984, the interviews reveal Borges to be a remarkably candid, humorous man, by turns skeptical and enthusiastic, and always a singularly incisive and adventurous thinker. He discusses his blindness, his family and childhood, early travels, literary friends, and struggles to find his literary identity. In depth he examines the meanings and intentions of his own famous stories and poems, and he speaks of the writers whose works he has loved-Dante, Cervantes, Emerson, Dickinson, H. G. Wells, Kafka, Stevenson, Kipling, Whitman, Frost, and Faulkner-and of those whom he disliked, such as Hemingway and Lorca. Borges expresses his contempt for PĂ©ron and assesses the tumultuous politics of Argentina. He speaks also of the imagination as a type of dreaming, about issues of collaboration and translation, about philosophy, and about time. Many of the interviews were conducted by notable figures, including Alastair Reid, Willis Barnstone, and Ronald Christ. As Borges speaks in these conversations, readers who have fallen under the spell of his magical prose and poetry will find additional sustenance.


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authored-by Jorge Luis Borges on 12/10/2019, 4:11:33 PM

excerpt But my consolation lies in the fact that my memory is rather poor, so when I think I'm remembering something, I am surely distorting it and perhaps inventing something new. 87 on 12/10/2019, 4:13:43 PM

excerpt If I could verify every one of my memories I should be less fanciful than I am or less inventive. 87 on 12/10/2019, 4:14:25 PM

excerpt Oh I think it is made of half forgotten memories. I wonder if there is a single original line in the book. I suppose one could fine a source for ever line I've written, or perhaps that's what we call inventing -- mixing up memories. I don't think we are capable of creation in the way that God created the world. 91 on 12/10/2019, 4:20:12 PM