I don’t know why I picked a book up after reading the pretentious prick say it was pretentious. But a man who had read to Borges as a teen deserves to be read.
Manguel’s poorly written sanctimonious nonsense though got me wondering: is intelligence, as we comprehend it in the modern context, by definition, an understanding of what is, or can be, and therefore a reduction of some sort? Something related to what Taleb keeps complaining about and never manages to articulate well enough. In achieving the exact opposite of what he intended, Manguel does remind one of recursion and hypocrisy.
 – This reduction seems a combination of the two forms of reduction. Which again makes the author’s failure rather poetic.