This morning, I thought of Jorge Luis Borges’, The Library of Babel and picked it back up. Nearly a two decades ago, I read this short work for some reason I have no memory of and perhaps that is good. Today, I re-read it, for the upteenth time, another reason and found myself caught up in a wholly different take of this story.
Borge’s short story had been shoved aground, this morning, when I discovered William Goldbloom Bloch’s, The Unimaginable Mathematics of Borges’ Library of Babel. Odd isn’t that I’d be intrigued by such a title! Well, I am and while I never pursued mathematics, I seek out any articles or books which don’t push me too far past what I am now able to comprehend.
Next, add on top of these two books another series of books by Carlos Ruiz Zafón and you have a delightful triad of things to think about. I picked up on the “Shadow of the Wind” running headlong into a whole set of his works linking back into one another over half a century or so. Each of Zafón’s works make use of a library which dragged my memory back into Borges’ works. At first I hadn’t understood what the intellectual connection was. Zafón had my attention entirely caught up in the whole of this story.
As I wound around this “The Shadow of the Wind”, I discovered both my emotional intrigue coupled with that intellectual curiosity, incessantly skulking along with the rest of me. So, now that I’ve re-read Borges’ “The Library of Babel” newly caught up in a series of novels and a book by a mathematician I am left wondering how many other works I’ve not let seep far enough into my sentience?