Hmmm. Have you ever read something and realized that you missed the whole point of it?
This story was easier to follow than the previous, and yet I know I’m just not getting it. The story line seems simple enough, but somehow there are just so many names of people, books, places, etc. that I found myself getting bogged down in these details and trying to make myself keep track of them in case they were real important. Knowing Borges’ labyrinthistic tendencies, I felt the names were like walls to weave between, leading me into dead ends whence I would turn around and circle back to pick my way through again.
Will have to come back to this one.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology