Borges

Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) had dinner with Bioy Casares about four of five years before writing Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius. On Christmas Even in 1938, some three or four years after that dinner, Borges suffered a head injury that nearly killed him. In 1967, he recounted this incident to The Paris Review:"Q: I would like to ask about your having said that you were very timid about beginning to write stories." Borges: Yes, I was very timid because when I was young I thought of myself as a poet. Then I had an accident. You can feel the scar. If you touch my head here, you will see. Feel all those mountains, bumps? Then I spent a fortnight in a hospital. I had nightmares and sleeplessness – insomnia. After that they told me that I had been in danger, well, of dying, that it was really a wonderful thing that the operation had been successful. I began to fear for my mental integrity – I said, Maybe I can’t write anymore. Then my life would have been practically over because literature is very important to me. Not because I think my own stuff particularly good, but because I know that I can’t get along without writing. If I don’t write, I feel, well, a kind of remorse, no? Then I thought I would try my hand at writing an article or poem. But I thought, I have written hundreds of articles and poems. If I can’t do it, then I’ll know at once that I am done for, that everything is over with me. So I thought I’d try my hand at something I hadn’t done; if I couldn’t do it, there would be nothing strange about it because why should I write short stories? It would prepare me for the final overwhelming blow: knowing that I was at the end of my tether. I wrote a story called, let me see, I think, “Hombre de la esquina rosada,” and everyone enjoyed it very much. It was a great relief to me. If it hadn’t been for that particular knock on the head, perhaps I would have never written short stories.