Beginning Borges Again

So, I am starting to read Borges again. Really inspiring and exciting. I only have the one book "Fictions", which contains the stories The Lottery in Babylon, The Library of Babel and Funes, his Memory among others.
I love that some of his stories are all about possibilities and permutations and infinity.

I love the reviews of a fictional book by a fictional author, that Borges does, which I feel is not just writing a review of a book that you couldn't be arsed to write, but is something much more intriguing than that. It's writing the bones, like writing the skeleton that allows you to build your own stories. There are so many structures that could hang on these bones that this the skeleton provided by the fictional review is more intriguing than the promise of one single story that the book would provide. I would like to see some of the books that could be written calling themselves - Insert Title of book Borges is reviewing. By writing a review the skeleton becomes more interesting than the book itself, to me at least. Especially in stories like "A Survey of the Works of Herbert Quain"(There's an online scanning I found, it's not the translation I have) which has a structure that allows the book "April March" to be a romance, a mystery, a Communist book, an anti-Communist book because it it contains different paths to follow each path is a different version of the story (an illustration of the story's structure, it's Like a tree root, or like those choose your own adventure type things, (well, not exactly)) There are altogether 9 stories in one book. This seems to have inspired some people on the web, for example here.

Reading all this treatment of Quain as a factual man (example and another) is making me believe in his existence as a real man, writing real books, that Borges reviewed. Which is nice, I feel as though art is creating reality.

Art creating reality is a thing that arises in the story Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius" text here is the most recent thing I read. (I'm taking the stories slowly, I think I will re-read this one a few times.) Mysterious discovery of a place that the narrator is never sure exists and the literature of that country. I'm going to re-read it before I talk about it. The idea in this story about a literature that is like philosophy, the point of the literature of this uncertain country seems to be to be as incredible as possible. That is just a tiny part of it. This and many other of Borges stories are as dense as poetry and as beautiful.