I come to a clean break after finishing the collection of nine stories under Artifices. It’s a good place to take a break from Borges and ruminate over his innovative claims. His stories are dense, self-enclosed, with their own deviant logics. Above all, they are meant to be impersonal, to transcend individual consciousness and geographical barrier.
Looking over my shelf full of to-be-reads, equally dense books like those by Anthony Powell, Marcel Proust, and Robert Musil also beg my attention. They are not as “Borgesian” because these works do carry ongoing, tractable plots, minus the dense, obscure allusiveness.