He departed this world for good when he died of liver cancer on June 14, 1986. That reality grew more distant when he went blind in the 1950s and was forced to rely on others to transcribe his words and read to him. Borges, an otherworldly figure himself, preferred the printed page to our unruly and unwelcoming reality.
Borges because of his reluctance to engage with the political violence that engulfed Argentina in the 20th Century. Some speculated that the Nobel committee overlooked Mr. “I still don’t understand why they haven’t given it to him,” Gabriel García Márquez said when he won the prize in 1982. Borges was widely considered a candidate for the Nobel Prize for literature, but he never received it. “Furthermore, he is, at least for anyone whose taste runs to puzzles or pure speculation, delightfully entertaining.” “His fables are written from a height of intelligence less rare in philosophy and physics than in fiction,” John Updike said of Mr. He penned densely philosophical short stories and poems of his own and literary hoaxes that intentionally blurred the line between reality and fiction. These and all other manner of the mystical, enigmatic and paradoxical imbued the writing of Jorge Luis Borges, an Argentine author whose concise, intricate work overflowed with wonder. A mild-mannered reader dreams of gauchos, knife fights and death. Despairing curators wander in a labyrinthine library stocked with innumerable, unintelligible books. An inscrutable point in space, which contains all other points simultaneously, inspires a poet, and revenge.