I will never read Borges, at least in translation, again. These stories were imaginative, but only in concept. He’s the sort of writer who writes plots, and plots only. Maybe there’s a beauty to his words in their original, but they’re definitely absent from this English version. Even then these stories would never be good, for the reason that Borges doesn’t bother setting them up. Things happen in a flurry, without allowing for connection between reader and story. Descriptions are at a bare minimum when atmosphere and imagery would have been necessary for the success of the story. I’d have reviewed each story individually, had my sole impressions not been boredom and disappointment for them all.