riiiight. i was supersad when he died-- like a real friend had died. sad also when he got sick and quit writing.
the thing is he didn't do that just to me-- he did it to a whole continent. seriously it was like the deluge. there was a before him and there was an after him.
he was at the same time encyclopedic and popular. he was superentertaining but he also engaged history, and the contemporary world. he was both highbrow and lowbrow--his books would sell at newspaper stands and would appear in the houses of people who never read. a sort of joyce-jackie collins combo.
borges was never peddled at street corners.
before he was a novelist he was an extremely popular journalist in colombia. papers would sell out while he'd tell the nation the tale of a shipwreck, in 14 installments.
he could tell you the biggest truth and spin a fantastic yarn at the same time, and pepper it all with jokes he'd hear from taxicab drivers.
the guy was a monster. probably a space alien, considering that what he did was so highly unusual.
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