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As lately I've heard the story told in an exaggerated or inaccurate, a few days ago I went to the source, or perhaps better said the where they heard from her for nearly thirty years, at least indirectly to a friend with whom I shared desk in 1981 and I should start reading the Borges. For a story that had to do with remote epistolary friendships, their existence, which takes place in the heart of the Colonia del Valle, where his parents ran a soup kitchen, "had given an imaginative leap that had brought him little more than to live vicariously in Argentina.

His notebooks, his conversation and his thoughts were full of pictures related to that country, she dreamed day and night. All that passion was boiling inside of a shy and timid personality, I have not known anything. It was a noble spirit, but torn by a Severe education before taking him to CUM he did go through a military academy, and yet the following year, the last high school, despite its undoubted human vocation, would force him to enroll in the sciences.

the second morning of our neighborhood, while the teacher Crucet gave details on the digestive system (talk about the player next week, and during the fifty minutes that lasted his explanations, there was a silence that allowed the flies heard hitting the windows of the classroom), my new friend took a picture fuzzy a folder full of stickers platenses issues and in a low voice to avoid being caught, he told me that old blind writer who combined the genius, the sense of irony and lucidity. That same day I went out of classes to the library of CMU, which was next to the administrative offices above the auditorium, I copied the first title I saw in the file and a few minutes later I was in the hands for the first time a Borges book.

Besides these lines may be the cover of the same edition of that book, I bought the end of the year from all his other (ten or twelve ) that had in Gandhi Brodie's report. If someone asked me today what to read for beginners in literature author of The Aleph would not be just the first mention. The boy of sixteen who was at home with this volume must have felt reading those stories sprinkled perplexity of slang ("Out of sheer giddy Refalo him the ring that he carried with him a wattle", pg. 41), set in spaces called taverns or stores or clubs, and certainly found anything but straight attempts "to reduce direct tales" in which, according to confession of its author, a writer on the edge of old age but knows the job imitating the young Kipling, all of which were school lessons literary rather insufficient.

None of that was an obstacle: the character, which from then I looked everywhere and who I read as I found in bookstores, I mean Borges himself, the old man who traveled the world with his amazing scholarly eloquence and sense of humor, I was stuck tight. Concorde over, a couple of times a week violently tore the roof of the school, produced in me less noise than the reading of prose that eventually became the first literary love of my life.

few months later my friend made the trip to the country of their dreams and became full of adventures and feelings, convinced that Buenos Aires was the promised land of books, and artistic stimulation cultural life. Consistent with the passion he had just woke up, brought me a gift: a small volume that remains and that was my first serious reading on the subject: Genio Jorge Luis Borges Alicia Jurado, edited by Eudeba. Third edition 1980 of a work first published in 1964, this book certainly point starting from the rest of the biographies of the Argentine writer-especially because it takes up valuable testimony of his mother, Leonor Acevedo-was the tip of a ball that led me to the heart of the world Borges and many years later led me to interview her widow, Maria Kodama, for a special issue of Viceversa (number 75, August 1999, in the circumstances set forth in http://bit.ly/9aenhb ). At that time I also had opportunity to meet a close friend of Borges, Maria Esther Vazquez, with whom I spent a very pleasant evening chatting in his apartment in Palermo.

Alicia Johnston's book, which opens with a beautiful dedication ("A JLB, who gave me so much and who only gave me back this book was small, fragmentary and conjectural"), is divided into three parts: a short biography, a Borges review outstanding issues and an anthology.

It read some funny stories, including one that made me laugh and told the four winds, who would listen, whenever I could. At the end of this paragraph: "Since 1970 [...] is bringing in Buenos Aires's life forever two distressing facts [sic] overshadow: the advanced age of Dona Leonor and the critical situation in Argentina. The mother dies in the winter of 1975, ninety-nine years, but had long was crippled and bedridden. Head remained lucid until the end, but in the last stage used to confuse the facts and people and I had to stop the entry of his memoirs, he had started, for fear that gave me incorrect information. The slow decay must have been heartbreaking for the child, I remember the bitter response, so typically you, when one of those people without imagination is regretted that the poor lady had not reached the century: 'You exaggerate the charms of the decimal system'. " (P. 61)

Thirty years later, when again and again I hear the story peppered with details that are not in the version I knew her, I realize that myself, whenever I told it I was adding details that are not on the meager original story: for example, that the episode occurred, by elementary logic, in the wake of Dona Leonor so absurd that he who uttered words of comfort were a man (why not a woman?) or the son said a few words of acceptance, I set out and I memorized as if he really had been said, and that he then responded that phrase full of his characteristic irony and humor. At the core of the episode made him traits have come forth in the original source, as befits the genuine oral literature. Now I go back to reread the first book I had in Borges's hands (as did also the way to Buenos Aires in 1999), I find this comment, referring to a particular story, by the way so typical of the last Borges: "Some emphasis type rhetoric and some long sentences made me suspect it was not the first time that meant "(p. 64) ...

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Borges photos are Rogelio Cuellar, who relentlessly portrayed Argentine writer on his second visit to Mexico and I thank him for his generous loan.

In this blog : "Borges in the bathrooms of San Ildefonso" in http://bit.ly/9aenhb



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