And I thought “Wow, these are great epigraphs. In these pages, you’ve captured an essence that I will cherish as another means for remembering my mother.Īs I read Borges and Me: An Encounter, Parina added such insightful dialogue attributed to Borges. In reading Borges and Me: An Encounter, I can so easily replace Borges with my mother the knowing memory of her left hand on my right elbow, the recitations that respond to a liminal moment, yet almost a non-sequitur. So your telling of this story is such a tremendous gift. Her final work was helping mitigate an endemic of post-natal care blinding babies. She stayed there 20 or so years, making the occasional trip back. There she worked as a social worker and mobilizer of persons with disabilities. One year, she herself chose to uproot and move to Vietnam.

There she lost complete sense of location and waited for my return. I turned around and saw her begin walking in great haste into a parking lot. My mom said go ahead assuring me she’d wait right there. Once, when she, and I, and my then three young children were at a camp, the kids ran off. She herself is blind, and prone to sharing the acts of many of her friends always naming specific names and an excess of detail. Reading of the antics and recitations of Borges reminds me of my mother (still alive). Thank you for writing Borges and Me: An Encounter, you have given me a telling of a story that sinks deep into my self. I could not help but send a thank you letter to Mr. Last night I finished reading Borges and Me: An Encounter by Jay Parini. :: Series: The best song will never get sung “Borges and Me: An Encounter” by Jay Parini Jeremy Friesen wrote on :: Tags: “Borges and Me: An Encounter” by Jay Parini “Borges and Me: An Encounter” by Jay Parini // Take on Rules Skip to Main Content Take on Rules About

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