> “I already know that every October, until my death, I’m going to have to put up with that,” Aira told me one afternoon in mid-November, when we met in his stu

> “I already know that every October, until my death, I’m going to have to put up with that,” Aira told me one afternoon in mid-November, when we met in his study in Buenos Aires. Said by any other writer, this would come across as an obtuse humble brag. Borges said that whenever he was again not chosen for the prize, he felt that the committee had made a good decision.