Labyrinths (collection of stories by Jorge Luis Borges)

Probably well... many of you have read Jorge Luis Borges, or heard of him, so I'll dispense with any introduction. Borges is like Kafka, not only thematically, but in the sense that he's become adjectival. I could talk about how after reading this collection, I thought 'though I have never read Borges extensively, it's odd that without having read him I suspect he's a 'necessary' writer for me, in the way that Poe or Valery were 'necessary' to Pierre Menard, because I see echoes and homages to him in so many of the other works which I've read.'

( I think in this long entry, I'm going to entirely leave the realm of readability. Ahoy fragments and notes. )

Apropos of nothing, but it's a good thing I never answer 'tell me what to write' memes these days, because I would say things like 'a story that ends, 'and it was all a dream,'' or 'a story in which the reader genuinely cannot figure out whether there really was a ghost or not' or 'provoking a sense of existential dread.'