“The Disinterested Killer Bill Harrigan”
by Jorge Luis Borges
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Billy the Kid |
Or as Argentinean Jorge Luis Borges names him in his 1935 collected
volume of stories, A Universal History ofIniquities, “Bill Harrigan.”
I doubt the Kid would have
minded getting a new alias. He’d already used William Henry McCarty, William H.
Bonney, Henry McCarty and Henry Antrim, giving him a new name for almost
everyone he killed in his 21 years of life. (Although reputed to have killed 21
men “not counting Mexicans” during his brief life, more modern estimates put
the Kid’s number of fatalities at probably not more than a dozen.)
Borges, however, errs on
the side of legend, using as sources Frederick Watson’s 1931 A Century of Gunmen and Walter Nobel
Burns’ 1925 The Saga of Billy the Kid.
(Borges read English fluently, thanks to his English grandmother.)
Stop, rewind. I’m writing
an essay about stories of the southwestern United States and I’m using an
example by a writer from South America. What’s up with that? Is this another
blatant example of the Westernization of world culture?
Maybe. Or maybe not.
Although Borges seems like the last person in the world to strap on a
six-shooter, leap into the saddle and ride off into the sunset, he was also the
inheritor of centuries of the centuries of frontier culture that spanned the
Americas. And he admitted to a fondness for the Argentinean equivalent of Old
West lawlessness, “of the toughs and petty criminals of the Buenos Aires
underworld,” as he wrote in his preface to the 1954 edition of his Universal History (sometimes translated
as A Universal History of Infamy).
In Borges’ version, the
boy who would become Billy the Kid left his home in New York’s Bowery to join
the westering movement infecting the country. At the age of 14, the scrawny youngster
in a bar one night when a brawny giant enters, a pair of pistols at his belt,
and “wishes all the gringo sons of bitches drinking in the place a buenos noches.” Someone whispers fearfully
that this is Belisario Villagrán, from Chihuahua.
“Instantly a shot rings
out. Shielded by the ring of tall men around him, Billy has shot the intruder.
The glass falls from Villagrán’s hand; then the entire man follows. There is no
need for a second shot.”
When someone offers to cut
a notch on Billy’s gun to mark the killing, Billy mutters, “Mexicans ain’t
worth making’ notches for.” The legend has begun.
Although there are more than a dozen other stories in Universal History, and more would be added in later English translations, this one of a youthful killer seems appropriate for a youthful writer. Do we need another rewind?
Borges was actually well into his 30’s when he wrote the stories of Universal History, but still dependent
on his parents to supplement his meager income as a writer and editor. He would
not marry until his 60’s, and that relationship was short-lived. He may have
sometimes wished everything in life was simple enough to be solved with a few rounds
from a six-shooter.)
(Next Friday, Adventure
classics begins a July of science fiction adventures with Samuel L. Delany’s
“Aye, and Gomorrah. . . ”)
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