While not as intricately surreal or consistently striking as his short stories—nor as illuminating and erudite as his literary criticisms and commentary—nor yet as mellifluous and mystical as his archly arcane poetry—Jorge Luis Borges’s Book of Imaginary Beings is something entirely its own: an encyclopædia of imagination let loose; an encomium of the otherworldly; a wacky wax museum of phantasmagoria and a carnival collection of grotesqueries; a madcap compendium of sheer, uncanny creation. It is both extraordinarily entertaining and—because this is Borges, after all—delightfully eclectic, too.
The lushly drawn pages of Imaginary Beings are populated by a multifarious menagerie of miscellaneous monsters, critters, creatures, beasts, and all manner of other sundry megafauna lifted from mythology, theology, folklore, and myriad archaic oral traditions of ancient fireside yarn-spinnings. ‘Here there be dragons’—yes—but also hordes and thickets of other beasts, be they of land, water, air or fire. And although many of these will be familiar to most readers (the Dragon, Sphinx, and Basilisk, the three-headed hellhound Cerberus), one of the things that makes this book so enjoyable is that even the familiar entries are accompanied by the kind of fascinatingly esoteric interpolations that only a mind as nimble and omnivorous as Borges’s could provide: strange and uncanny origin stories that delve back into the mists of time; oddly archaic etymologies; disparate cultural roots—and again, because this is Borges—obscure references to previously unheard-of authors (for me these included—amongst many others—Isidore of Seville, and Konrad von Gesner; and part of the fun was tracking down the referenced works to see whether they’re actually “real,” or mere Borgesian red-herrings*), as well as many others whom you‘ll likely have heard of, though maybe not have been aware that they contributed to the mythological canon of such-and-such a creature (eg Livy, St. Augustine, Sir Richard Burton, Carl Jung, etcetera).
*in Imaginary Beings, in contrast to much of Borges’s short fiction, the references do seem to be genuine. But, as I haven’t yet checked out every reference, who knows—maybe he smuggled some real red herrings in after all??
There will also undoubtedly be many creatures with which you’re entirely unfamiliar: the A Bao A Qu, the Kami, the Amphisbæna, the Garuda (though not if you’ve read Miéville’s Perdido Street Station, of course), the Lamed Wufniks (one of my favorites!), the Squonk (which is also known by its Latin name, lacrimacorpus dissolvens - who knew?), the Youwarkee, and many, many more. (For Gene Wolfe fan’s, there are also entries on the Baldanders and the Talos!)
Imaginary Beings can be read front to back, in alphabetical order, or you can hop around, reading what you find most interesting first and then moving outwards to explore the rest (in the foreword Borges writes, “our wish would be that the curious dip into it from time to time in much the way one visits the changing forms revealed by the kaleidoscope”). I skipped around a bit at first and then read it straight through, finding it an incredibly fun and fascinating read. It’s one of those books that you know you’ll want to jump back into frequently, just to have a look around, reread and rediscover.
The imaginary beings included are given anywhere from a couple paragraphs to a couple pages of explanation, historical and literary references, etc., by Borges, and a few of the beings are also accompanied by illustrations.
Which brings me to my only complaint about this book (or rather, this edition of this book), and it isn’t anything to do with Borges, but with the so-called “deluxe” edition I got (published by Penguin Classics). I bought this edition specifically because I thought there would be more and better (and more deluxe!) illustrations than in other, non-“deluxe” editions. Alas, the pictures included (by artist Peter Sís) appear infrequently, with maybe one illustration for every ten or more entries, and are disappointingly bland—which seems especially odd given that Borges in particular is a writer whom I would expect to be paired with intricate, bold and baroque artwork, to match the style of his writing. Instead what you get is a smattering of lumpen creatures abstracted to the point of being lifeless and unexciting—the opposite of what you’d want or anticipate in an otherwise splendid book which describes many of the most fantastical creatures the human mind has ever conjured.
Still, I’m definitely happy I bought it. Sure, if I had a mulligan I’d spring for a different edition, but the important part of the book is the writing, and Borges, as ever, doesn’t disappoint. It’s a crazily eclectic compendium that I know I’ll be exploring and re-exploring for years to come (and though my son is a little too old and too cool for it at the moment, I’ve got plenty of nieces and nephews who are just the right age!)
4.5 out of 5 stars, rounded down to 4 for too few (and, in my opinion, not very good) illustrations.
A terrific read!