It also includes this statement about Macedonio Fernandez’s The Museum of Eterna’s Novel:

糖心传媒淓verything says we should read him, but Macedonio doesn糖心传媒檛 sell, so forget him.

Well, now. That’s not exactly true. At least from my relativistic perspective where Macedonio was the best-selling Open Letter title until Zone zipped right past it like a train on fire (sorry) to claim the top spot. Nevertheless, we do have some more copies that are looking for readers, so I think everyone should prove Bolano wrong about the selling, and right about the everything saying we should read Macedonio.

Macedonio Fernandez is little known outside Argentina. Unfortunately I foresee this remaining the case for some time. Even with the recent translation and publication of his posthumous novel, The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel: The First Good Novel (Museo de la Novela de la Eterna), by Open Letter Books (translated by Margaret Schwartz), the 糖心传媒渟kip-around readers糖心传媒� Fernandez is looking for (to convert into 糖心传媒渙rderly readers糖心传媒�) are few. One of the reasons is because Fernandez is taking a risk. He knows exactly what his novel is and what it isn糖心传媒檛: he knows that it is the 糖心传媒淔irst Good Novel,糖心传媒� which follows the writing of another novel, Adriana Buenos Aires: The Last Bad Novel (Adriana Buenos Aires: ultima novella mala). So what makes Fernandez糖心传媒檚 novel so good? This is where (and why) he remains obscure: the tenacity with which he hopes to redefine the novel. It is a task that can get sloppy very quickly. And so, Fernandez makes sure that the reader is well equipped before 糖心传媒渂eginning糖心传媒� his novel (he argues, 糖心传媒�. . . the reader comes late if he comes after the cover.糖心传媒�). Thus, he prolongs the start of his novel with fifty-seven prologues: in part to provoke the novel to be 糖心传媒渢hrown violently to the floor most often, and avidly taken up again just as often糖心传媒� by his readers. He boasts, 糖心传媒淲hat other author can boast of that?糖心传媒�

Introduction to Macedonio Fernandez

You can tell by my first prologue, Macedonio Fernandez was not the typical novelist. From the Preface by Adam Thirlwell and Translator糖心传媒檚 Introduction by Margaret Schwartz, and from my selected readings, there is a cacophony of mythology surrounding Fernandez. Most often mentioned, yet somewhat unknown, is Fernandez糖心传媒檚 mentorship of Jorge Luis Borges. Oft-quoted Borges explains: 糖心传媒淚 imitated him, to the point of transcription, to the point of devoted and impassioned plagiarism.糖心传媒� But he continues:

I felt: Macedonio is metaphysics, is literature. Whoever preceded him might shine in history, but they were all rough drafts of Macedonio, imperfect previous versions. To not imitate this canon would have represented incredible negligence.

Other myths include eccentric qualities: running for president by leaving scraps of paper with his name inscribed on cafe tables; starting a utopian society, in Uruguay (with Borges糖心传媒� father, Jorge Guillermo Borges), but stopping after a day because of mosquitoes; leaving pages of manuscripts behind after moving from one shanty to another. Numerous other myths survive, partly due to Borges, partly to others.

What seems to be true of his adult life is that Fernandez befriended Borges糖心传媒� father as a university student and they remained close friends throughout their lives. He was a lawyer until his wife passed away in 1920. He left his children in the care of grandparents and, as Marcelo Ballv茅 describes, 糖心传媒渟pent the final three decades of his life drifting through Buenos Aires boardinghouses and country hermitages, absorbed in writing and thinking.糖心传媒� It was in these years, reunited with Borges senior, befriending younger Borges and the 糖心传媒淿generaci贸n martinfierrista_,糖心传媒� that he dedicated himself to philosophy, literature, and meditation.

What the Novel is About

So what is the novel about? Alison McCulloch, in her Fiction Chronicle, tries to answer this, 糖心传媒淪o what is the novel about? A group of 糖心传媒渃haracters糖心传媒� gather at a house called La Novela, which belongs to 糖心传媒渢he President.糖心传媒� But what is the novel about? Clearly, that糖心传媒檚 for 糖心传媒渢he Reader糖心传媒� to decide.糖心传媒� Although the review is only nine sentences long (four of which appear in the quote), I couldn糖心传媒檛 accept her final decree: aren糖心传媒檛 all novels open for 糖心传媒淩eader糖心传媒� interpretation?

The novel is about love. Or what Fernandez calls Todoamor; that is, as Schwartz translates 糖心传媒淭otalove.糖心传媒� I refer to Ballve, once again, for assistance,

Museo de la Novela de la Eterna, first published in 1967 and impossible to summarize, is best described as an extended experiment in writing an open novel analogous to a piece of music. The prose evokes a dizzying world of aesthetic associations and possibilities in the reader糖心传媒檚 mind. At every moment it tests the limits between art and life, reality and fiction, as well as form and content.

糖心传媒淚mpossible to summarize.糖心传媒� That sounds like a challenge! The prologues address metaphysics, literary theory, time and space, non-identity, death, life, Love (Totalove), Authorial Persona, critics, characters that appear in the novel, characters that do not appear in the novel, the Reader, prologues, 糖心传媒減ostprologuery note糖心传媒� and 糖心传媒減renovelistic observations,糖心传媒� and then some.

The novel is the execution of the prologues. It is as if Fernandez has set up the novel糖心传媒檚 history, the ur-thoughts, in the prologues. And without them, the novel would seem more absurd. Are the prologues a part of the novel? Fernandez is ahead of the Reader (as he often is): on a page between the end of the prologues, and the beginning of the novel, he writes, 糖心传媒溍塻tos 驴fueron pr贸logos? y 茅sta 驴ser谩 novela? Esta p谩gina es para que en ella se ande el lector antes de leer en su muy digna indecisi贸n y gravedad.糖心传媒� Margaret Schwartz translates this post-prologue/pre-novel page as, 糖心传媒淲ere those prologues? And is this the novel? _This page is for the reader to linger, in his well-deserved and serious indecision, before reading on._糖心传媒�

Where the Reader realizes that Macedonio Fernandez wrote the novel in Spanish and that Margaret Schwartz translated it into English (which also finally answers what this review really meant to do from the beginning: tell what the novel is about)

Margaret Schwartz has imprinted a dual signature into this translation. One is Macedonio Fernandez糖心传媒檚. The other is her own. It is apparent in Schwartz糖心传媒檚 translation, that the Spanish is playful and inventive; words (and worlds) collide and connect at the hip: Totalove, goodbad, firstlast, limit-end, autoexistence, auto-prologuery, etc. We do not even need to look at the Spanish to know just how well Schwartz has performed: towards originality in the English and creation of transparence for the Spanish. We cannot forget the debt we owe to Margaret Schwartz for working through the novel糖心传媒檚 dense content and Fernandez糖心传媒檚 eccentric style; this work shimmers in fluidity and strangeness.

糖心传媒淭he playfulness of the novel is identical to its sadness,糖心传媒� writes Adam Thirlwell in his Preface. Schwartz does not confuse the two. Eventually she projects into English a novel about an estancia called 糖心传媒楲a Novela糖心传媒� (an instance where the works shimmers in fluidity and strangeness), owned by The President. There, he asks certain characters to stay in hope that they can prepare for the novel, and perhaps find happiness. But they must first rid themselves of their past, in order to make themselves more real, which means they become dreams, because dreams have no past . . .

And now, to begin . . .

This novel is about beginning and ending, or the rejection of beginning and ending. To never start is to never end. Totalove, never having a witness to its start, never ends. But our everyday reader will say, 糖心传媒淐ertainly love has a beginning!糖心传媒� Macedonio Fernandez, bravely and brilliantly, rallies against this notion. He blows his trumpet on the beginning and ending to love, the novel, and life. There is no death. This novel is an expression of non-death. He is sure of it. And Margaret Schwartz turns the frequency dial and furthers this claim. If you are a reader, one well equipped, this eccentric, yet heartfelt novel is worth throwing to the ground. Because, you will pick it up again just as avidly.

As you may or may not know, we generally don’t run reviews of our own books, which may or may be a sound policy, but regardless, we’re making an exception for this piece because of how it came to us. Heath Mayhew is one of our and with Macedonio’s Museum, he received a letter from me explaining how we came to publish this, how much the book means to me, why I love it so much, etc. It also included a request for readers to let me know what they thought of this, since it’s such a strange, unique book.

Last month, Heath sent me this review, which he wrote as part of a Translation Seminar he’s taking with Stefania Heim at Columbia University. It’s a great introduction to the book, which is why we decided to violate our “rule” and post it here:

Prologue to the Review

Macedonio Fernandez is little known outside Argentina. Unfortunately I foresee this remaining the case for some time. Even with the recent translation and publication of his posthumous novel, The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel: The First Good Novel (Museo de la Novela de la Eterna), by Open Letter Books (translated by Margaret Schwartz), the 糖心传媒渟kip-around readers糖心传媒� Fernandez is looking for (to convert into 糖心传媒渙rderly readers糖心传媒�) are few. One of the reasons is because Fernandez is taking a risk. He knows exactly what his novel is and what it isn糖心传媒檛: he knows that it is the 糖心传媒淔irst Good Novel,糖心传媒� which follows the writing of another novel, Adriana Buenos Aires: The Last Bad Novel (Adriana Buenos Aires: ultima novella mala). So what makes Fernandez糖心传媒檚 novel so good? This is where (and why) he remains obscure: the tenacity with which he hopes to redefine the novel. It is a task that can get sloppy very quickly. And so, Fernandez makes sure that the reader is well equipped before 糖心传媒渂eginning糖心传媒� his novel (he argues, 糖心传媒�. . . the reader comes late if he comes after the cover.糖心传媒�). Thus, he prolongs the start of his novel with fifty-seven prologues: in part to provoke the novel to be 糖心传媒渢hrown violently to the floor most often, and avidly taken up again just as often糖心传媒� by his readers. He boasts, 糖心传媒淲hat other author can boast of that?糖心传媒�

Introduction to Macedonio Fernandez

You can tell by my first prologue, Macedonio Fernandez was not the typical novelist. From the Preface by Adam Thirlwell and Translator糖心传媒檚 Introduction by Margaret Schwartz, and from my selected readings, there is a cacophony of mythology surrounding Fernandez. Most often mentioned, yet somewhat unknown, is Fernandez糖心传媒檚 mentorship of Jorge Luis Borges. Oft-quoted Borges explains: 糖心传媒淚 imitated him, to the point of transcription, to the point of devoted and impassioned plagiarism.糖心传媒�

Click here to read the full review.

This event—which Open Letter executive committee member Hal Glasser helped put together—was loaded with awesome panelists, including Margaret Schwartz, who translated The Museum; Edie Grossman, whose first translation was a short story of Macedonio’s that she did for an Americas Society publication; and Todd Garth (a Macedonio scholar and author of a book about Macedonio and the Argentine avant-garde.

Overall, this was one of the most interesting panels I’ve ever moderated. We were able to cover a lot of stuff about Macedonio—his eccentricities, his work, his relationship to Borges, his hatred of public transportation (“down with the tyranny of bus routes!”) and his disbelief in all medical knowledge (which, well, was why he ended up toothless . . . ). And I was even able to read the most romantic paragraph ever written (in my opinion), which is something I tend to do when I talk about Macedonio . . .

Anyway, definitely listen to this audio file.. I promise you’ll be enthralled after the first few minutes . . . It was a sort of magical night and event.

Click here to download. Or simply hit the play button below . . .

For more info about Macedonio, you can also check out translator Margaret Schwartz’s introduction, which we serialized a few weeks back. And to the official book page, and you can to read an excerpt.

Hopefully we’ll soon be able to post the audio from the Macedonio event that we did at the Americas Society a couple weeks ago. I swear that was the best panel I’ve ever moderated, and I learned a few new tidbits about Macedonio. Namely that he didn’t believe in medical knowledge (which is why he lost all his teeth), and was adamantly opposed to public transportation (I believe he referred to the “tyranny of bus routes”). Such a perfect Open Letter author.

I’m back in Rochester though, feeling more and more energized every sunny day that I can ride my bike to work, and ready to get back into all of this. Well, sort of. With the NCAA tournament starting in two hours, and a million-and-one things to catch up on, I think I need another day or so to get sorted. So instead of a number of thoughtful, well-put-together posts (as if that ever happens anyway), here’s a smattering of things:

• The just launched the to publish translations with commentary and essays on the art&craft of translation. You can download the entire first issue (in pdf format) by clicking the link above. Number of interesting pieces in here, including a translation by Peter Hodges of “Don’t Trust the Band” by Boris Vian.

• PEN America’s is now available online, and, as expected, is fricking loaded with material. Just look at the list of conversations: Anthea Bell & Doris Orgel (e-mail exchange), Nahid Mozaffari and Sara Khalili (audio), Gregory Rabassa, Edith Grossman, and Michael F. Moore (!!!!!!!). There’s also a number of good excerpts, including a piece from Robert Walser’s a few prologues from Macedonio Fernandez’s (everyone should read this), and a bit from Alejandro Zambra’s And that’s just scratching the surface . . .

• Next week we’re going to giveaway copies of Macedonio’s book to our Facebook fans, so if you’re not already one, you need to be. to become a fan and have a chance to win.

• Recently I had heard from a bunch of translators about a that Dalkey/U of I had launched through which translators can pay $5,000 to get their first full-length book translation published. Which everyone I heard from thought this was a total scam. In Dalkey’s defense, there is a lot a translator could learn from working closely with an editor on a particular manuscript . . . but to be honest, the publication aspect changes this—in my mind, and all the translators who forwarded this announcement to me complete with their witty remarks (thanks!)—from a low-residency MFA sort of set-up, to something more vanity and seedy. (But seriously, wtf is going on It’s like being punched in the brain! Or a way induce seizures in kids? Although there are a billion things to make fun of here—like the fact that it may well be the website ever—I’m not going to do it. Or at least I’m going to stop right now. Right. Now.)

In addition to a series of posts about the always interesting Abu Dhabi International Book Fair, we also have a few reviews coming up, including pieces on the new Peter Handke and Dubravka Ugresic titles.

Our cheeky title for this event comes from Macedonio himself, who, within one of the fifty-some odd prologues to Museum, refers to the book as “The Best Novel since both It and the World Began.” Which is plan brilliant. Because it is one of the best novels ever written. It’s amazingly playful, innovative, and thought-provoking, but it’s also one of the most heartfelt love letters ever.

I’ll be moderating tonight’s event, which will feature superstar translator Edith Grossman (who is also the author Why Translation Matters), Margaret Schwartz (who translated Museum), and Todd Garth (author of The Self of the City: Macedonio Fernandez, the Argentine Avant-Garde, and Modernity in Buenos Aires). With such great panelists, and such an amazing subject (Macedonio may well be the quirkiest of all quirky writers), this is sure to be a spectacular event.

If you’re in the area and want to come out, the Americas Society is at 680 Park Avenue (68th St.). Here’s info on how to RSVP for the event:

Americas Society Members: membersres@americas-society.org or (212) 277-8359, ext. 4

Non-Members: Visit www.americas-society.org

Hope to see you there!

Meredith Keller: I know you spent your Fulbright year studying Macedonio Fernandez糖心传媒檚 life and work, but how did you first come across him?

Margaret Schwartz: I first encountered Macedonio in a lovely phrase from Borges: 糖心传媒淲hat will die with me when I die? What fragile, pathetic form will the world lose? The voice of Macedonio Fernandez, the image of a roan horse in the vacant lot at Serrano and Charcas, a bar of sulphur in the drawer of a mahogany desk?糖心传媒� I have always been fascinated by the idea of traces糖心传媒攕mall, seemingly insignificant tokens that mysteriously open on to hidden worlds. That糖心传媒檚 what the name Macedonio Fernandez was for me. I was moved enough by the passage to look him up, started reading him, and that was it for me. I remember the first time I walked by the corner of Serrano and Charcas, too糖心传媒攖here糖心传媒檚 a gas station there, now.

MK: Aside from those studying Argentine literature (or working at Open Letter), I don糖心传媒檛 think many American readers are familiar with Macedonio. How is he perceived in Argentina?

MS: I糖心传媒檇 say that Macedonio is considered a folk hero more than a literary giant. Everybody knows him, but only the academics and literary folk have actually read him. Popularly, however, he糖心传媒檚 sometimes viewed with more affection than Borges, who is often considered a snob or a tourist attraction. In academic and literary circles, where people do read and respect him a great deal, he糖心传媒檚 often viewed as a kind of postmodern visionary. There are lots of books in Spanish about his prescience on topics as diverse as postcolonialism, deconstruction, and Lacanian psychoanalysis. There is also a group of young people, hipsters I guess, who run an 糖心传媒淎narchist Archive糖心传媒� in San Telmo and they have some Macedonio first editions.
I think if you糖心传媒檙e down there as an American and you糖心传媒檙e interested in Macedonio, people treat you really well, because he糖心传媒檚 not so well known outside of Argentina. They feel really honored and excited that you糖心传媒檝e taken the time to discover someone that they feel is deeply intertwined with their national values and the peculiarity of what makes them Argentines. And that糖心传媒檚 across social strata. The first time I was in Buenos Aires I stayed at a kind of ladies boarding house, and the women I met there were all really working class and not very educated. But they seriously framed a copy of the letter of permission I got from Macedonio糖心传媒檚 granddaughter, Maite Obieta, that I was going to use for the Fulbright application, because they were so emotional about my work. Strange, but true, I swear!

MK: Museum must糖心传媒檝e been a particularly difficult book to translate. Was there a theoretical (or maybe procedural?) approach that you used for this project?

MS: The key to my process in this case is the hours and hours I spent in Macedonio糖心传媒檚 archive, reading his handwritten manuscripts, notebooks, and diaries. Almost all of Macedonio糖心传媒檚 books were published posthumously, which means he never got a chance to decide what order things should be in, and what things should get cut and what things should stay. That biographical fact, plus the spiraling, open-ended nature of his prose and the ideas he糖心传媒檚 trying to express about consciousness, make reading him (and translation is in some ways a very special kind of reading) into a sort of detective work. You work with clues糖心传媒攚ith traces, like I said before. And you have to go with your hunches. In my case, those hours spent reading accumulated in my subconscious to make a kind of Macedonian murmur. It took a long time to hear糖心传媒攂ut there糖心传媒檚 an earnestness and melancholy about him, despite all his irony and silliness. Once I realized that, I found I had a voice for him, and I had the confidence to translate him without trying to be ridiculously faithful to his insane syntax.

As for theoretical approaches糖心传媒攊s it clich茅 at this point to talk about Benjamin? Though I don糖心传媒檛 buy the idea of a shared linguistic essence, his ideas about translation resonate with my process for The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel. As a translator, you have to believe there糖心传媒檚 something there, that you can pull out of the source language and sort of embed in the target language. I糖心传媒檇 hesitate to call it a truth or an essence, but it糖心传媒檚 something. So when I was translating Macedonio I would kind of put my ear to the tracks, metaphorically speaking, and listen for what he might sound like in English. Maybe that糖心传媒檚 why when I do readings of Macedonio I sometimes end up sounding like my old Jewish relatives.

MK: Which leads nicely into my next question: Do you have any favorite sentences from the book?

MS: Sigh! There are so many good ones. When I read Thirlwell糖心传媒檚 preface I was struck by some of the passages he quoted. I was like, 糖心传媒淲ait, did I translate that? It糖心传媒檚 beautiful!糖心传媒� You get very close to things when you糖心传媒檙e working on a book. So I糖心传媒檒l pick the one that a friend picked: 糖心传媒淎ll the statues that saddened the plazas were evicted, and in their place grew the best roses.糖心传媒�

MK: I know this if your first book-length translation to be published, but are there other Spanish writers you糖心传媒檝e worked on? Ones that are maybe easier to translate than Macedonio? It糖心传媒檚 hard to imagine anyone starting off with such a complex novel . . .

MS: I have actually mostly translated Macedonio. [blush.] I was working on another of his books, called The Newcomer糖心传媒檚 Papers, when I met Chad from Open Letter, and we started working on _Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel_糖心传媒攚hich I had also translated parts of, but wasn糖心传媒檛 actively working on at the time. Macedonio is what made me want to do literary translation.

I did also translate an issue of Popular Communication, which is an academic journal in Media Studies (I糖心传媒檓 an assistant professor of Communication and Media Studies at Fordham University). That was a really rewarding experience, because so much work in our field is global, but it doesn糖心传媒檛 get circulated as it should because all of our major journals are in English. So I really salute Popular Communication for that糖心传媒攊t糖心传媒檚 much rarer in academia than you糖心传媒檇 think.

But the experience of doing that translation糖心传媒攚ell, everything seems so much easier after Macedonio! But it was also interesting to find that one still struggles with voice糖心传媒攈ow to make it sound like an academic article would in English, with the same kind of diction, the same kind of authoritative register. It was fun.

MK: In your introduction to the novel, you cite Scalabrini Ort铆z糖心传媒檚 statement that Macedonio was Buenos Aires糖心传媒檚 only authentic philosopher, and elaborate that 糖心传媒淗e糖心传媒檚 an archetype, a kind of distillation of what it is to think like an Argentine, of the particular poetics and mournful solitude of the South.糖心传媒� Is there something unique about the way Argentina/Macedonio thinks?

MS: Argentina has typically viewed itself as kind of unique in Latin America糖心传媒攁 sort of different breed. Which is why if you talk to people from other parts of that region they糖心传媒檒l often say that Argentines are snobs! But historically, Argentina developed as a nation in a far corner of the Spanish empire, during the colonial period. The land is mostly flat, with lots and lots of plains糖心传媒攖he pampas糖心传媒攁nd so it developed as a ranching country, much like the American west. It had a very small population of immigrants, and its indigenous population was mostly nomadic糖心传媒攏ot like the big civilizations of Peru and Mexico. So if you put together those factors糖心传媒攖he small population, the quickly decimated native people, and the huge expanses of land糖心传媒攜ou get a certain individualism, and a certain sense of isolation. The archetypal Argentine is the gaucho糖心传媒攁 man who works as a ranch hand and as a mercenary, who travels with the herd and who sells his knife or his tracking skills to the highest bidder. Romantically he糖心传媒檚 often pictured with his mate and his guitar, alone on the prairie, much like our cowboys.

Now Macedonio, of course, was no kind of cowboy. But he came from a very old family, one that traced its roots back to the earliest colonial times. He was Argentine, through and through, in a nation that identifies itself, much as the U.S. does, as built on immigration. And he was a highly original thinker who believed in the uniqueness of the Argentine people. His writing is full of witty references to life in Buenos Aires, and to little details of everyday life that have a very distinct Argentine flair to them: mate, a strong tea drunk from a gourd; empanadas, alfajores, whistling tea kettles and chilly winter patios and lost buttons and dimly lit street corners. His writing, but more properly his persona, which he cultivated in life and which Borges amplified after his death, exemplifies the kind of courteous, self-effacing, idealistic yet melancholy feeling that is part of the romanticism in Argentine literature about those empty, lonely, vast expanses to the south.

MK: Anyone who糖心传媒檚 ever tried to translate literature knows that it takes more than fluency, a solid grasp of grammar, and a good dictionary糖心传媒攖he true challenge and key to a successful translation is rendering the poetics and refined artistry of the original prose in the target language. You describe Macedonio糖心传媒檚 prose as 糖心传媒渂aroque糖心传媒� and 糖心传媒渃omplicated and ornate,糖心传媒� where the 糖心传媒渄iction is antiquated if not necessarily high-register.糖心传媒� How did you go about conveying these characteristics in English?

MS: I tried to keep the register high, even absurdist, without tangling the syntax too much. I remember insisting that the verb 糖心传媒渢o redact糖心传媒� not be changed to the simpler 糖心传媒渢o write,糖心传媒� for that reason. There糖心传媒檚 something of the old-timey soap box salesman in Macedonio糖心传媒攖here are no cars or carts in his world, only conveyances, contraptions. He also reminds me of a silent film comedian, like Harold Lloyd or Charlie Chaplin: there are a lot of exaggerated, winking asides and grandiose yet absurd gestures, a lot of madcap, Keystone-Cops-esque sequences. So where I could, I let run on sentences run on. I tried to find a way to keep all that loopiness, even when sometimes I had to straighten out the syntax or cut a long sentence up.

MK: Do you have any recommendations or advice for aspiring literary translators?

MS: OK well this will sound very goofy, but it糖心传媒檚 true: Translate what you love! I worked for ten years on this, and I never hoped to get it published. Then one day I met Chad at a conference and he asked me what I was working on. I said, 糖心传媒淥h, you won糖心传媒檛 have heard of him, he糖心传媒檚 this Argentine avant-gardist . . .糖心传媒� and he said, 糖心传媒淚糖心传媒檝e been trying to get the rights to that book for the past five years.糖心传媒� Suddenly I had a press that really believed in translation and an editor who loved the project. It was perfect. You糖心传媒檙e not going to make a million being a literary translator, so why not let your passion guide you? You糖心传媒檒l be happier, and you糖心传媒檒l attract people who care about the project the same way you do. It糖心传媒檚 a win-win!

Because Museum was transcribed, edited, and published posthumously, it糖心传媒檚 important to realize that there糖心传媒檚 a certain hypergraphic quality to Macedonio糖心传媒檚 manuscripts. Compulsive lists and fragmentary observations appear without any organizational structure and without respect for the linear form of the notebook or even the page. He obsessively traced the patterns of his psyche onto the page.

In the Museum manuscripts there is almost no editing. That is to say, Macedonio seems rarely if ever to have returned to a passage once it was written. Multiple versions of the same prologue exist, or multiple treatments of the same idea, and Ana Camblong糖心传媒檚 1993 annotated edition of Museum traces these repetitions and their variations. But mostly one sees Macedonio adding, not subtracting: reading
a passage, perhaps (towards the end of his life) one that Adolfo had typed up for him, he makes a few underlinings or minimal corrections and then writes another two paragraphs on the bottom half of the page. Museum糖心传媒檚 logic is one of supplementarity as well as deferral: there糖心传媒檚 a kind of additive logic, wherein ideas, rather than being illustrated or explained, are repeated often enough that they start to take intuitive shape for the reader.

It is very much a book that teaches you how to read it. It糖心传媒檚 not so much a question of showing versus telling, since neither form seems to apply. The reader is simply thrown into the book as Heidegger (someone for whom Macedonio would have had only scorn, given the importance of death for his ontology) says we are thrown into the world: there is no point of entrance or origin, merely a given world that unfolds in its own time.

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How to translate someone who deliberately tangles his words, uses antiquated language, and who writes at the speed of thought, without regard for syntax and punctuation? Macedonio was a famed conversationalist. Borges often identifies Macedonio not so much by name as by voice, tobacco roughened, distant, yet very genteel. Macedonio糖心传媒檚 voice becomes a metonym for his presence and his uniqueness—an ineffable quality, physically and temporally constrained by the body
of the man himself. As a translator, therefore, my choices have consistently been to preserve this voice.

Macedonio糖心传媒檚 prose is best characterized as baroque, for several reasons. First, because it is complicated and ornate. Sentences may go on for pages, without any temperance with regard to punctuation, with open parentheses dangling and semicolons propping up impossibly convoluted clauses. An idea begins, only to be interrupted by a different thought, then the first idea returns without fanfare or apology. Secondly, the writing is baroque because the diction is antiquated, if not necessarily high-register. Wherever possible, I have tried to capture this quaint quality, almost as if there were lexical mothballs scattered liberally in the closet of his prose, giving it the air of your grandmother糖心传媒檚 steamer trunk. Macedonio was very aware of his grand vieux image among the young vanguardists, and it糖心传媒檚 possible he cultivated this in his writing. But Macedonio was also a man whose formative years were in the nineteenth century, and who was conscious that he was coming late, as he so often joked, to authorship. Like Chaplin糖心传媒檚 tramp in the film Modern Times, he is alternately befuddled, entangled, and irritated by newfangled contraptions, by the speed that characterizes modern life.

These persona—the Chaplin糖心传媒檚 tramp style of the Author, or the melancholy President, or the gallant Gentleman Who Does Not Exist— are one of The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel糖心传媒檚 main delights. And, as I described earlier, they form the core of the novel糖心传媒檚 metaphysical project to promulgate artistic non-being. Wherever possible, then, I have made decisions that favor the development of these persona, inevitably at the expense of what I consider a misguided fidelity to each word on the page. For example, I have translated the character糖心传媒檚 name Deunamor as The Lover. Literally, Deunamor means 糖心传媒淥f A Love,糖心传媒� or 糖心传媒淥falove,糖心传媒� to preserve the neologism, as Deunamor is actually a phrase: De un amor. Of course the combination of words is much more felicitous in Spanish than in English (where indeed it糖心传媒檚 almost impossible to pronounce it as a single word), and their meaning would be obscured by the neologism in a way that it is not for Spanish speakers. By calling Deunamor The Lover, then, I have selected the most important part of his character—his love, the fact that he has only one love to which he dedicates himself—and emblematized it in the meaningful, but not necessarily perfectly 糖心传媒渇aithful,糖心传媒� rendition The Lover.

Translation is an encounter with a textual other that both demands and defies an ethical response. Here the text is posthumous, and so it carries with it the sort of delicate intimacy of a draft: it was not yet ready for publication, if indeed its author would ever have thought it so. It demands a certain tenderness; just as it will teach you how to read it, it taught me how to render it, as I listened for the traces of the remarkable man who built an ardent structure of his grief and, ultimately, his belief in the redemptive power of love.

In the mythology, Macedonio糖心传媒檚 role is not only as Socrates, but as grieving widower. His poem, 糖心传媒淓lena Bellamuerte糖心传媒� (Elena Beautiful Death) is one of his few non-posthumous publications. It is a gorgeous, keening lament and celebration of the innocent, childlike quality of his dead beloved—she the occulted, the awaited. He likens himself to Poe, who also had a dead child wife at the center of his poetics. Here, too, was the motionless metaphysician, the prophet of artistic-non-being and the nothingness of death, the champion of oblivion and the prince of thought: a man utterly stunned by grief, overwhelmed by guilt, confused and frightened and unable to come to terms with life.

The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel, however, was written during a second chapter in this story, one that has long remained hidden, mostly because both protagonists wanted it that way. Sometime in 1925 Macedonio met and fell in love with a wealthy widow named Consuelo Bosch de S谩enz Valiente. They spent the next twenty-seven years as an artistic and romantic couple, though they kept this relationship a secret and never married. Twenty years his junior, Consuelo also died in 1952, meaning that the partnership lasted for the remainder of both of their lives.

Consuelo gave Macedonio back the experience of love and the desire to create. She gave him back his life and allowed him to reshape it to better suit him—an artist糖心传媒檚 life, a thinker糖心传媒檚 life, not the life of a lawyer and family man. She came from a very old and wealthy family, and this position allowed her to support him financially. He lived on her country estate and also in her house in Buenos Aires. Nevertheless, she called him the Maestro and always used formal address when speaking to him in public, as he did to her. She deferred to him as an artist and creator, thus easing the awkwardness, for a man of his generation and background, of her financial patronage. Instead, she was the muse and the benefactress, and the secretary. She copied out by hand—largely from his dictation—the entire first manuscript of The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel.

糖心传媒淭he death asked for love糖心传媒檚
initiation is not
the death lovers fear.
Day through night,
not night through day.糖心传媒�

Borges remembers: 糖心传媒淭wo fears throbbed in back of Macedonio糖心传媒檚 smiling courtesy and somewhat distant air; the fear of pain and of death. The latter led him to deny the self, so there could be no self to die.糖心传媒� The fear of death, or perhaps more accurately the inevitable encounter with death, is the core of The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel. The President gathers together his friends at an estancia in the countryside outside of Buenos Aires called 糖心传媒淟a Novela.糖心传媒� This President is more like a spiritual leader, for he assembles his characters for the purpose of helping them see that they are only characters: their only death is artistic (at the end of the novel), their only being, novelistic. He gives them training maneuvers to practice this 糖心传媒渁rtistic-non-being.糖心传媒�

Non-existence and persona are the principle tools with which The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel builds this theme. In addition to the President, other persona are obviously stand-ins for Macedonio himself. The Gentleman Who Does Not Exist, The Lover, and the Author are all characters in the novel and are used to express different elements of his theory of artistic non-being. The Reader appears frequently as well, voicing his concerns and confusions, yet all the while also drawn into the net of non-being and recognizing the 糖心传媒渃haracter-like糖心传媒� nature of his being—that is, his non-being, his inability to die. The characters, meanwhile, demand to live and seek various escape routes from the novel.

Even as the novel denies the self and, by extension, death, it also despises novelistic pretention, particularly realism or what Macedonio calls 糖心传媒渢he novel of hallucination.糖心传媒� Why should we want to dream the same dull things that happen in the real world? Novels are for novelistic non-being; they are also tools to elicit in ordinary people the sense of their own non-being. Thus the structure is mutually determining: the novel writes us, and we write the novel, and in this way death is transformed.

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Let糖心传媒檚 return to The Museum of Eterna糖心传媒檚 Novel simple, even na茂ve question. How can we risk love when death is inevitable? Macedonio, for all of his many eccentricities, seems to be a man determined to take on questions that we all face. Even his quirks have their origins in everyday fears that characterized his life and times—fear of the dentist糖心传媒檚 drill, fear of tramcars, fear of dogs—and his quests are more Quixotic than heroic.

As a young man, Macedonio filled a diary with earnest exhortations and meditations on the abbreviation SFz—ser feliz, to be happy. He wants so desperately to find joy in the small and dull aspects of everyday life, and he holds his wife and his mother up as examples of good people who are not annoyed with these details. He writes that he suffered, between 1894 and 1903, a terrible period of desperation. He intricately calculates hours and days of SFz, fills pages with prescriptions not for joy, necessarily, but for contentment: eat very little, wear your long underwear when the weather gets cold, don糖心传媒檛 complain, don糖心传媒檛 smoke too much, get enough sleep. Remember the good people, and do not make them unhappy. Stop touching your mustache. Make ample use of toothpicks.

Don糖心传媒檛 we all wish we weren糖心传媒檛 irritable with those who love us, that we could keep from eating the things that make us feel bad, that we could be liberated from annoying tics, like talking too much or biting our nails? That we could be truly good, not in some abstract way, but in all of these little, maddening ways? And yet how few of us would turn these anxieties and preoccupations into art? How many of us would set down the world and take up another, in which these questions are the only passion? The method is madcap; the intent is desperately human.