Jorge Luis Borges was an Argentinian writer whose works often played with the limits of time and space, of fantasy and reality, thus creating alternate and parallel universes in which all outcomes transpire. This method of writing — where lines we assumed were definite are blurred and are, in fact, indefinite — is attributed to the magical realism movement cultivated by Latin American writers. This movement inspired the sci-fi genre of literature.
I’ve read another work by Borges in another English class, A Fauna of Mirror, an excerpt from his book “The Book of Imaginary Beings.” Within this excerpt, Borges details the struggle between what is real and what is fantasy, a literary characteristic associated with modern literature as we discussed in class. JL Borges’ entry, A Fauna of Mirrors, explores the concept of an alternate world that exists behind all mirrors, inhabited by a wide amount of unknown and strange creatures. “In those days the world of mirrors and the world of men were not, as they are now, cut off from each other. Both kingdoms, the specular and the human, lived in harmony; you could come and go through mirrors.”
In “The Garden of Forking Paths,” Borges plays with the line between real and fantasy as he explores the possibility of a novel with infinite endings, a novel that accounts for all moments in time, past-present-future, as well as accounting for all possible outcomes. In other words, whenever the characters come to a point at which more than one outcome is possible, both outcomes occur. This causes the narrative to branch out into multiple alternate universes.
In the beginning, I already question the narrator’s testimony as to whether it is ‘reality’ because firstly, it’s missing the first two pages and secondly, personal narrative is often tainted by perspective, making it in its own way a subjective, alternate reality. The story itself is its own labyrinth of time and history as it takes what is ‘real,’ WWII, and adds the mystical element of the Garden of Forking Paths. It is also an even larger labyrinth as the plot takes many strange, unexpected turns, leaving the reader following behind aimlessly, albeit dizzy and confused.
As the story progresses, we see that the narrator is faced with many different labyrinths. The first labyrinth he faces is resenting spying for the oppressive Germans but also wanting to impress them by showing them “the yellow man can save their army.” Another labyrinth is the literal one Yu Tsun encounters as he is traveling to Stephen Albert’s house as he must continue bearing left. When Yu Tsun finally gets to Albert’s house, Albert tells him about the book of Yu Tsun’s ancestor, a book which seemed to be a confusion of time but was actually a riddle where time was the answer. During this conversation, Albert himself expands on the idea of alternate realities as he explains in one reality, he could be dead and in another, he could be Yu Tsun’s enemy.
The idea of many different realities existing in time is EXTREMELY unnerving to me because it means that at this moment, I could be doing something completely different, somewhere else in the world, even looking different, and yet these several ‘me’s’ have no knowledge of the other ‘me’s’. Instead, they go about their day living in what they think is the one and only actual reality when really, they are all actual realities. It’s so creepy! It questions everything we’ve come to know and accept as truth; that time is definite and chronological, and that once we make a decision, the option of another outcome ceases to exist.
I found a quote from Borges that perfectly sums up the way he views time – it’s something we have some authority over, and yet it is something completely beyond our control. The fact that time could encompass both those things — or rather that we could relate to time in two such opposing ways simultaneously — is so ‘Borgean’ in its essence: “Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.”