Borges vs Hemingway: should a story be a labyrinth or a wound?

A story is a garden of forking paths, Ernest; the reader should get gloriously, eternally lost in mirrors and dreams.

No, Jorge—a story should hit like a jab you never saw coming, true and bare, with every unnecessary word cut clean.

But your iceberg only works because seven-eighths is hidden; admit it, you too build a labyrinth—you just refuse to draw the map.

Maybe, but I make the reader feel the cold water; you make them read the footnote about the water and call it eternity.