In the last years of her [Silvina Ocampo] life (she died in 1993, aged eighty-eight) she suffered from Alzheimer’s and wandered through her large apartment unable to remember where or who she was. One day, a friend found her reading a book of stories. Full of enthusiasm, she told the friend (who, of course she didn’t recognise, but by then she had grown accustomed to the presence of strangers) that she would read him something wonderful that she had just discovered. It was a story from one of her first and most famous books, Autobiography of Irene. The friend listened and told her she was right. It was a masterpiece.
– Alberto Manguel – With Borges