The City of Clowns

The New Yorker is running a Debut Fiction edition. It contains three short pieces from well-known authors and three from new comers. My favorite is “Gogol” – What’s in a name? by Jhumpa Lahiri. Not able to find an on-line version, though. 🙁
You can find all the Debut pieces here. I like LOVE LESSONS, MONDAYS, 9 A.M. by LARA VAPNYAR, a story from Moscow, Russia; and
CITY OF CLOWNS by DANIEL ALARCÓN, a story from Lima, Peru. For some reason I like the latter more. It is a simple and quiet story, with the typical sadness that seems perpetual in South America. Reminded me of Jorge Luis Borges, the incredible writer and poet from Argentina…

Elegy
– Jorge Luis Borges

Oh destiny of Borges
to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world
or across that single and solitary sea of diverse
names,
to have been a part of Edinburgh, of Zurich, of the
two Cordobas,
of Colombia and of Texas,
to have returned at the end of changing generations
to the ancient lands of his forebears,
to Andalucia, to Portugal and to those counties
where the Saxon warred with the Dane and they
mixed their blood,
to have wandered through the red and tranquil
labyrinth of London,
to have grown old in so many mirrors,
to have sought in vain the marble gaze of the statues,
to have questioned lithographs, encyclopedias,
atlases,
to have seen the things that men see,
death, the sluggish dawn, the plains,
and the delicate stars,
and to have seen nothing, or almost nothing
except the face of a girl from Buenos Aires
a face that does not want you to remember it.
Oh destiny of Borges,
perhaps no stranger than your own.