Today I ran across a review by Alberto Manguel, one of my favorite contemporary writers, of book about Borges, one of my favorite writers ever. Manguel’s elegantly written review was favorable and I can imagine enjoying the book. But honestly, I don’t plan to track it down.
I’m less and less motivated to read critical work these days. Time, so slippery in Borges, is not in great supply in my household. Very little remains at the end of an ordinary day. Better by far to dive into fictions and poems themselves, no?
Books I’ve finished lately:
The Dispossessed, Ursula K. LeGuin
Master and Commander, Patrick O’Brian
A Bend in the River, V.S. Naipaul
I’m currently reading The Great Railway Bazaar by Paul Theroux. It’s fantastic so far.
* Sustained silent reading–the optimistic name given by schools to periodic, building-wide fits of inactivity. Scheduled sessile repose?
