Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #213924 in Books
• Published on: 2001-04-05
• Original language: Spanish
• Binding: Paperback
• 176 pages

Customer Reviews

His last fictions
An old mans stories? Arent old mens stories always the best? Borges took a long break from fiction before these tales were written, and the difference shows, both in his skill, which has grown, and in his sense of the world, which has become more melancholy. The change in outlook is best expressed in the tale A Weary Mans Utopia, a story which threw me into a fit of depression, but which is very beautiful! This volume also contains my favourite tale by Borges, The Rose of Paracelsus, which is actually from Shakespeares Memory, Borges last collection of fiction, which contained only four stories and is included in this volume. It is about a legendary alchemist who supposedly has the ability to recreate a rose from its own ashes, as well as the usual talent for transmuting any metal into gold. When a young man appears demanding to be accepted as Paracelsuss pupil, the old alchemist demands in return absolute belief without prior proof of his abilities. Its portrayal of the relationship between Paracelsus and the young man can be read as an expression of Borgess relationship with his audience, or the world at large. As with Paracelsuss magic, one needs to surrender cynicism and put yourself in Borgess hands before these stories can be truly appreciated. Perhaps not the best introduction to this incredible writer, this volume should probably only be purchased if you have read and enjoyed his earlier fictions, as it is enriched by knowledge of his earlier work, which allows you to appreciate the subtle contrast. As I am not a reader of Spanish, I am unable to comment on the translation, but other reviewers have already commented on the translator, who did the volume Labyrinths, also available from Penguin. Their comments are not favourable, but I can say that nothing in his prose will stop you from enjoying this book. Even if these tales are inferior to the originals, they are still superior, in my opinion, to those of any English-language writer of short stories except Edgar Allen Poe, and that is high praise indeed.

In memory

Trying to full describe the writings of Jorge Luis Borges is like trying to explain exactly why Leonardo da Vinci's art still captivates. The man wrote works of art.

And "The Book of Sand and Shakespeare's Memory" brings together two of Borges' shorter collections, with all sorts of surreal twists in a seemingly ordinary world. These rich, slightly uneasy stories are a shining example of why people enjoy Borges -- magical, rich in language, and poignant in their finality.

Interestingly, two of the stories -- one from each collection -- have strikingly similar stories. "August 25, 1983" has Borges stumbling across an older version of himself, dying as he tells Borges a bit about his future. And "The Other" has Borges at Cambridge, where he accidentally bumps into a younger version of himself, whom he imparts some wisdom to.

But the stories are about far stranger things as well -- a hunt for blue tigers that leads to strangely fascinating stones, an alchemist's rose, a poet telling a king of pure beauty and wonder, receiving the hazy memories of Shakespeare, a book with no ending, the ultimate Word, a creepy religious sect, and even a Lovecraftian homage in which a man comes across grotesque aliens in a remote house.

Good luck finding flaws in this book -- Borges' writing is exquisitely detailed and atmospheric, and densely packed with philosophical pockets. And these stories are magical realism in the purest sense, with a slight, almost mystical twist to the everyday events that we take for granted -- being mistaken for someone else, being sold a book, et cetera.

And Borges wraps these stories in lush, digified prose that takes a little while to wade through, but the richness of the words he uses is worth it ("The sin the two of us now share... the sin of having known Beauty, which is a gift forbidden mankind"). He's even able to craft stories very unlike his usual style -- "The Mirror and the Mask" has the style and flavour of an ancient Irish myth.

Perhaps it's because these were Borges' last stories, but there's a very reflective, introspective feeling to many of them -- Borges seems to be glancing back at his life, and ahead to his death. But he doesn't lose his touch for the haunting, almost otherworldly explorations ("Blue Tigers") and the feeling that the unnameable is just a misstep away.

"The Book of Sand and Shakespeare's Memory" is a brilliant collection of Borges' exquisite stories. Magical and gritty, beautiful and haunting -- and sadly, the last work he did.

Great translation of a great writer
Borges is often referred to in superlatives. One of the most influential writers of the twentieth century in any language, Borges' style is fundamental to his appeal. So fans should treasure this excellent translation by Norman Thomas di Giovanni, who collaborated with Borges on a number of his books. I have to admit preferring the prose to the verse sections of this book, and the Book if Sands is not as extraordinary as Ficciones. Nevertheless, it is a classic. As a Borges afficionado (in English and Spanish), I can only regret that di Giovanni has not published more translations of Borges prose - he communicates the spirit as well as the meaning of the crotchety old genius.