PROLOGUE
THE GARDEN OF FORKING PATHS(1941)
The eight pieces of this book do not require extraneous elucidation. The eighth piece, "The Garden of Forking Paths," is a detective story; its readers will assist at the execution, and all the preliminaries, of a crime, a crime whose purpose will not be unknown to them, but which they will not understand-it seems to me-until the last paragraph. The other pieces are fantasies. One of them, "The Babylon Lottery," is not entirely innocent of symbolism.
I am not the first author of the narrative titled "The Library of Babel" those curious to know its history and its prehistory may interrogate a certain page of Number 59 of the journal Sur,[1] which records the heterogenous names of Leucippus and Lasswitz, of Lewis Carroll and Aristotle. In "The Circular Ruins" everything is unreal. In "Pierre Menard, Author of Don Quixote," what is unreal is the destiny imposed upon himself by the protagonist. The list of writings I attribute to him is not too amusing but neither is it arbitrary; it constitutes a diagram of his mental history….
The composition of vast books is a laborious and impoverishing extravagance. To go on for five hundred pages developing an idea whose perfect oral exposition is possible in a few minutes! A better course of procedure is to pretend that these books already exist, and then to offer a résumé, a commentary. Thus proceeded Carlyle in Sartor Resartus. Thus Butler in The Fair Haven. These are works which suffer the imperfection of being themselves books, and of being no less tautological than the others. More reasonable, more inept, more indolent, I have preferred to write notes upon imaginary books. Such are "Tl?n, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius," "An Examination of the Work of Herbert Quain," "The Approach to Al-Mu'tasim." The last-named dates from 1935. Recently I read The Sacred Fount (1901), whose general argument is perhaps analogous. The narrator, in James's delicate novel, investigates whether or not B is influenced by A or C; in "The Approach to Al-Mu'tasim" the narrator feels a presentiment or divines through B the extremely remote existence of Z, whom B does not know.
Buenos Aires
November 10, 1941
-J. L. B.
notes
[1]The great South American literary journal edited in Buenos Airea by Victoria Ocampo.-Editor's note.
