In , the great Argentinean writer Jorge Luis Borges (–) published Funes the Memorious. It is the fictional story of Ireneo Funes. IN “FUNES, T he Memorious,” Borges embarks upon an examination of the nature of communication. Ireneo Funes, the object of this fictional testimonial, is. Highbrow, city slicker, dude: Funes never spoke these injurious words, but I am sufficiently certain I represented for him those misfortunes. Pedro Leandro.

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Paris Review – Funes the Memorious

The early death of Funes echoes the idea of unfulfilled potential, the wasted miracle of a plainsman with phenomenal abilities who lives and dies in obscurity. I did not know whether to attribute to insolence, ignorance or stupidity the idea that the arduous Latin tongue should require no other instrument than a dictionary; to disillusion him fully, I sent him the Gradus ad Parnassum of Quicherat and the work by Pliny.

The Mind of a Mnemonist”. As he packs, he remembers the books and goes to Funes’s house. Because Funes can distinguish every physical object at every distinct time of viewing, he has no clear need of generalization or detail-suppression for the management of sense impressions.

Bernardo cried to him unexpectedly: It had suddenly got dark; I heard some rapid and almost secret footsteps up above; I raised my eyes and saw a boy running along the narrow and broken path as if it were a narrow and broken wall. He reveals that, since his fall from the horse, he perceives everything in full detail and remembers it all.

He told me the fellow in the alleyway was one Ireneo Funes, known memoriohs certain peculiarities such as avoiding con-tact with people and always knowing what time it was, like a clock. I now arrive at the most difficult point in my story. Twice I saw him behind the memorrious grating of the the window, which harshly emphasized his condition as a perpetual prisoner: It is at this point that the saga of Funes memorioous memorious begins.

It is a fantastical presentation of a common human complaint. It was not only difficult for him to understand that the generic term dog [italicized in original] embraced so many unlike specimens of differing sizes and different forms; he was disturbed by the fact that a dog at three-fourteen seen in profile should have menorious same name as the dog at three-fifteen seen from the front ” Retrieved from ” https: Luria encountered and described in his book, The Mind of a Mnemonist: He lived with his mother, around the corner from the Laureles house.


We entered an alleyway that sank down between two hte high brick sidewalks. For Funes, with only these texts and a dictionary, has learned Latin and memorized the texts.

The room smelled vaguely of dampness. Everything becomes public in a small town; Ireneo, in his house on the outskirts, did not take long to learn of the arrival of these anomalous books. I never saw him more than three times; the last was in He remembers, for example, the shape of clouds at all given moments, as well as the associated perceptions muscular, thermal, etc.

When dawn reveals Funes’s face, only 19 years old, Borges sees him mfmorious monumental as bronze, more ancient than Egypt, anterior to the prophecies and the pyramids”. Soon enough, Borges receives a note from Funes, requesting that the visitor lend him some memoriouz his Latin books and a dictionary. I remember him, with his face taciturn and Indian-like and singularly remotebehind the cigarette.

I was returning from the San Francisco ranch with my cousin Bernardo Haedo.

His memory is so precise, so individual in detail that he develops a unique numbering system and that “in a very few days he had gone beyond twenty-four thousand” I remember the cigarette in his hard face, against the now limitless storm cloud.

I can see him on an afternoon in March or February of the year This is stated in the line me,orious think is to forget a difference, to generalize, to abstract. Highbrowcity slickerdude: A poor, ignorant young boy in the outskirts of a small town, he is hopelessly limited in his possibilities, but says Borges his absurd projects reveal “a certain stammering greatness”. His voice was speaking in Latin; his voice which came from the darkness was articulating with morose delight a speech or prayer or incantation.

I remember his baggy gaucho trousers, his rope-soled shoes. The narrator claims that this prevents abstract thought, given that induction and deduction rely on this ability.


We were singing as we rode along and being on horseback was not the only circumstance determining my happiness. Views Read Edit View history. When I packed my valise, I noticed the Gradus and the first volume of the Naturalis historia were missing.

Funes the Memorious

Further Skywriting on this topic. Later, when the narrator inquired what had become of Funes, he was told that the latter “had been thrown by a wild horse at the San Francisco ranch, and that he been hopelessly crippled” The consequences for Funes of his precise memory are interesting, particularly when one considers that experiment of nature that A.

Although the ending is not a surprise ending, Menorious shall desist from revealing it since there is a touch of irony in it. The unheeded marvel is a common theme in Borges’s writing.

The narrator mentions that Locke postulated then rejected an impossible idiom “in which each individual thing, each stone, each bird and each branch would have its own name; Funes once projected an analogous language, but discarded it because it seemed too general to him, too ambiguous” [4] since it did not take time into account: He was on his cot, smoking.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. I remember him I have no right to utter this sacred verb, only one man on earth had that right and he is dead with a dark passion flower in his hand, seeing it as no one has ever seen it, though he might look at it from the twilight of dawn till that of evening, a whole lifetime.

During the years eighty-five and eighty-six we spent the summer in Montevideo. I was told he never moved from his cot, with his eyes fixed on the fig tree in the back or on a spider web. Unsourced material may be funed and removed.

Without the slightest change of voice, Ireneo told me to come in. Place Published New York. In eighty-seven I returned to Fray Bentos.

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