Anna Aslanyan

Borges: the man and the brand

This ‘novelistic memoir’ about the great Argentinian man of letters has already incited the ire of his widow. But does this matter when, according to Borges, ‘anything that passes through memory becomes fiction’ anyway?

Jorge Luis Borges in 1977. Credit: Sophie Bassouls/Sygma/Getty Images

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