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It just hangs over its inhabitants. The Street’s Lutie lives in a cruel New York, and I live in a city, and every day I ride the subway with people who live in different cities.
Italo Calvino: Le città invisibili
And they will tell their future children who will also forget. The reason it’s called so being it always forces me to read. What line separates the inside from the outside, the rumble of wheels from the howl of the wolves? The city, rather, stays inside me. I found clear references to globalization, corporate monoculture, suburban sprawls, alienation, consumerism and many other woes of the 21st century.
With Marco Polo cast in the role of Scheherezade and Kublai Khan as Harun Al Rashid, we embark on an enchanted journey through cities, seeking to capture their unique essence, their secret identity, their pasts and their futures. So usually when I return to Italy after visiting London I catch the train to Paris and then the night train to Venice.
Calvino and his translator painted vivid pictures of various cities, each a seemingly magical realm with its own quirks. The pattern of cities is symmetric with respect to inversion about that center.
Everything is so intrinsic that I don’t need to read or listen to it. Yet, to the Sinologist Spence, they were the three bright minds who did not fall on the Orientalist trappings. There’s chaos in air, in sky, in woods and I find it too complex to comprehend. We will not be the inisibili people, either.
Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
It’s easy to describe what ‘Invisible Cities’ is not rather than what it is as it’s really very difficult to ascertain which category it can be put into; it neither has a clear plot nor characters are developed as they normally are, it can’t be called a novel or collection of stories, can’t be put in any one genre since it surpasses so many; but still something extraordinary, something which can’t be described in words, which can only be felt.
I hoped that I would not forget them. The majority of the book consists of brief prose poems describing 55 fictitious cities that are narrated by Polo, many of which can be read as parables or meditations on culture, language, time, memory, death, or the general nature of human experience.
It is that sudden, clear, and unfortunate. I thought the writing was beautiful. Next week he would be in his beloved Venice, dreaming up the world, a world more real than reality, with all the ingredients needed to construct a city – memories, desires, signs, skies, trade, eyes, sounds, shapes, names and the dead.
If Emperor Kublai Khan is wise, then Marco Polo is worldly-wise and street-smart being so well-travelled. View all 13 comments. So I go to another city which is velvety dark. As if Marco Polo had been here.
Marco Polo visits the imperial palace of Chinese Emperor Kublai Khan and describes to him all the beautiful cities of the world that he has visited. It’s a city I’ve always dreamt of since childhood when I just knew it by name. If on a winter’s night a traveller were to set out to traverse the garden of forking paths, she could perhaps follow the moon in its flight to catch the sleepwalkers caught in a midsummer night’s dream.
Taking a path eastward, down stairs and past picnic tables, breathing in the mild perfume of Mary Jane, we arrive in the heart of the Plateau, the land of balconies and colourful spiralled staircases, each avenue an architectural delight. This is one book that I am most willing to read again and again as the prose of the book reads like poetry.
Eyes There is a building where there are many Eyes. I had no memory to speak of. Published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich first published November It’s enjoyable for what it is. I read situations there coz nobody there talks to each other.
You have to put your soul in the story and then build the flesh, the hair, the face and the clothes around it. Cities as bastions against wilderness, civilization versus barbarism, art versus plain existence, the eternal versus the transient, structure and order versus chaos – each and every postcard contains within itself dualities of meaning inviibili every affirmation is countered cltta a negation, every highlight serves to point at the shadows: This landlocked city would determine the launching of the black Galleons and sail them off cruising the sea-routes to meet the successors of Kublai Kahn and Trade with them in that twin trading city, Ma-Nila-Ma-Drid.
Monsters and unicorns and ghosts and shit are pretty awesome, too. You neither have any heroes or villains in the fictitious book nor do you have a plot. The great khan is approaching the end of a glorious career, his wars of conquest finished and his dominion extending to the outer margins of the known world. The same words would describe any of the cities we are living in today.
He is after the effect of the city on the psyche of its inhabitants, the subjective translation of desire into the language of stone. Not the labile mist of memory nor the dry transparance, but the charring of burned lives that forms a scab on the city, the sponge swollen with vital matter that no longer flows, the jam of past, present, future that blocks existences calcified in the illusion of movement: Lists with This Book. And so Esmeralda’s inhabitants are spared the boredom of following the same streets every day.
And five sketches under each, so there is a sort of mathematical precision. While I’m glad I read it and I thought the writing was masterful, I don’t feel like gushing about this particular book.