John and I agreed that Hemingway seems like a Cub Scout alongside Borges. Like a child.
In an earlier post here on this blog, I made some excuses for Hemingway, a macho writer who found his calling while writing about the outdoors, hunting and fishing, and about war.
If Hemingway hadn't gone to war, he would have been at best a minor writer, I think.
Hemingway referred to himself as "Ernie Hemorrhoid, the poor man's Pyle." How right he was. (Ernie Pyle was a famous war correspondent who is no long remembered much.)
Borges's work has more depth and is vastly richer and more complex. I can read it over and over, endlessly.
It is interesting that the more manly writer was in a way less of a man in the long run. And less of a writer.
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