Scott Esposito’s review of Enrique Vila-Matas’s Never Any End to Paris for The National. [via The National]
Vila-Matas shows art in all its inconsistency, thereby pushing it toward that liminal moment where it becomes true to life, where Borges’ memories, as it were, bloom into that truth that they can never quite be. Never Any End to Paris always strains toward this unreachable quantity, with irony, paradox, and anxiety being the author’s tools of choice for caging these mirages. Yet whereas Borges confides to his audience that “it saddens me” to think that all our memories of youth are Xeroxes made on faulty copiers, Vila-Matas offers his own take: instead of weeping for what is lost, laugh at what might have been.
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