Pretty sure that‘s probably one of my great-grandpas. 😀
Sitting in a cafe after having been caught in a summer shower seems an appropriate context for this read.
I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how to read physical books. 🤔
pickAnother short one by Italo Calvino. I picked it for a readathon last weekend. But it should have been something I read over a little time, not as a quick read-through in one sitting. Mr. Palomar‘s insights are worth savoring. The mere fact that we have no idea what‘s going on in each other‘s heads is worthy of more contemplation than I gave it for this readathon. You should linger over these observations longer than I did - they‘re worth it.
pickBoth charming and remarkably insightful. First half got a bit exhausting because Calvino was apparently eyeballs deep in art and literary criticism from the Italian scene between 1910 and 1980; but the second half, about imagination and travel, was beautifully done.
"The city is always a transmission of messages, it is always a discourse."
Boom.
It is well into the afternoon, but I FINALLY finished everything on the to-do list. Fiance is purging unneeded stuff from his apartment this evening, so I'm taking the rare opportunity at total solitude to read more Calvino. 😊
No matter how many authors I read, Calvino remains a favorite. This man was a wizard with his words. So, for that matter, is the translator for this edition, Martin McLaughlin.
