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Summary: Creative, Telling, and Inescapable
Review: We recently read this book for a literary theory class, and it fascinated me so much that I found myself rereading it after having just finished. For anyone interested in theory, in language itself, in the origin of thoughts and ideas and how our perceptions shape the world, YOU MUST OWN THIS BOOK.While other reviews I've read have ranked this as equivalent to a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, it is most likely because the effort wasn't prolonged enough to grasp Calvino's point, which is this: That we are taught what to expect and what to ask of our authors, and anything we read is falsified in an attempt to appeal to our tastes. The book consists of 10 novels, each begun, and never allowed closure, with a connecting story that ties in the search for the original authorship of these books, and the frustration at never being able to arrive at who the author is and discover the true meaning. Each attempt to begin anew ends with narrator yanking you from the story; by doing this Calvino steps out of the authorial role--he denies the book categorization by changing what is happening each time we expect something to specific to occur. He does this specifically because he does not want us to be in the mode of simply surveying information that we already have figured the path of. The book has no genre--it becomes its own, and our understanding of what we read, why we read and how we read is forever impacted. By denying himself access to shaping the novel, he requires the reader's complete attention in determining the ultimate outcome of the book. I bought a used copy and ripped it to pieces rereading and underlining and now have to buy a new copy. If you have an open mind, this will definitely be a book you will not regret.
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Summary: First book of Italo Calvino's I've read...
Review: ...but I've read other other books translated by William Weaver and since I can't read Italian, I will assume that his transalations are accurate. The book has very humorous psychological insights into how a reader might behave. There are multiple stories in this book that overlap, unique in my limited experience.
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Summary: Sado-Masochism, "Literally"
Review: If you like torturing yourself, if you enjoy poking yourself in the eye with sharp objects, or slamming your head into the wall, the by all means, buy this book. Calvino is a brilliant author, and this is a very well-written novel. The problem is, it does its job: over and over again, it takes you by the hand, leads you to 3 steps from the climax, and then lets you down. Interesting idea, very difficult and frustrating to read. Composed of many small short stories, held together by a second-person structural story, "If On A Winter's Night" promises heartache. Each story starts off very slow and boring, it drags on for awhile, and then quite rapidly starts to get interesting. Then, for one reason or another, the story ends just as it gets good. Then "you" (in second person) start reading another story somehow, and it builds you up and lets you down again. I could not finish the book. It's well done, but it hurts to read; many times, I threw the book down, angry at the author, angry at the lead character (you). Imagine if every movie you ever saw ended right before the climax? That's the frustration of this book. Don't read it unless you are a literary sado-masochist.
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Summary: The book lover's book
Review: Often when I'm reading an extraordinarily well-written book, I marvel at how difficult and even agonizing the writing process must be; here's a book that makes me realize that this is a phase most readers go through and a challenge that confronts most writers. A charmer from the very first paragraph, "If on a Winter's Night a Traveler" makes readers feel good about reading and writers feel good about writing. Never have I read a book that communicates with and understands its reader so well. Writers like Nabokov and Pynchon like to have fun with their readers by posing literary puzzles, but here Calvino empathizes with the avid reader's feelings of frustration from interruptions, expectations, academic blathering, and personal efforts to reflect on literature. The protagonist of this novel is none other than you yourself, the reader. The novel is about the protagonist's (i.e., your) attempt to finish reading the novel that you have started. However, problems keep cropping up, obstructing you from your goal: misprintings, mixups, interruptions, paramilitary operations, incarceration. Joining you in your quest is Ludmilla, a woman you met in the bookstore and whom you would like to date. Ludmilla has a sister, Lotaria, a feminist who thinks literature should be used to further her polemic agenda and represents the kind of "ideological cheerleading" for which critic Harold Bloom has so much disdain. Ludmilla, on the other hand, represents the perfect passive reader who reads for purely escapist purposes. The novel's structure is entirely original and somewhat difficult to describe. It consists of two sets of alternating chapters; one set narrates your search for the missing remainder of the novel, and the other set consists of fragments of other novels you mistakenly pick up in your search. Each of these "other" novels is a brilliant piece of writing in its own right, each by a different fictitious author and with a distinctive plot and style. Just as you're becoming engrossed in whatever novel you're reading at a certain time, another interruption occurs, forcing you to resume your worldwide odyssey.
This may sound like a frustrating reading experience, but it's actually a lot of fun, as Calvino demonstrates that starting a new "novel" saves an old plot thread from wearing out. And just when things seem to start spinning out of control for the hapless protagonist (i.e., you, remember?), Calvino brings it all together in a narrative masterstroke that summarizes what all fiction is really about, which hasn't changed much since ancient times: it is simply about telling a story that hasn't happened in real life.
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Summary: Metaphysical Masterpiece
Review: A novel that questions the intricacies of the novel? A book that explores the intimacies of reading? Calvino gives us all that and more in *If on a Winter's Night a Traveler.* It takes a very skillful writer to create a protagonist that can make direct contact with the reader. I've read more novels then I care to remember that attempted to pull this off and couldn't. But here, it's like, oh I don't know, we're handed a puzzle. A puzzle in which each individual piece is beautiful. There are so many dazzling images, brilliant colors, and something about the way they fit together is just radiant. But it feels like, as those pieces fall into place, the whole might be more than we can take. There is so much to process, but there is no question as to whether you have to continue. Calvino manages to create a heady novel that is both intellectually stimulating and entertaining. You will relish every moment of following the threads of the broken novels within and you will long to find the protagonist in your favorite bookstore to discuss it with. This is one of those books that will make you change the way you think, that will change you in general, and you'll never be able to look at reading in quite the same way again. And then, don't stop here, at this one novel, read everything of Calvino's that you can find.
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Summary: A conceptual review of a conceptual book
Review: You are getting ready to read an Amazon.com review of Italo Calvino's book "If on a winter's night a traveller". Is your mouse nearby? Are you sitting in a comfortable chair? You're not slouching over the keyboard, are you? Sit up! Now, rub your eyes, close any windows containing video games, and read on. ----- Besides Tom Robbins' "Half Asleep in Frog's Pajamas", this is the only book you've ever read written (mostly) in second person narration. 'You' are the protagonist of the story, and are directly addressed by the author/narrator. 'You' are the Reader. This is a technique that Calvino uses very well, especially when he manages to predict (or accurately tell) the circumstances around how 'you' bought the book, how 'you're' reading it, and 'your' thoughts and feelings concerning it. You notice that this book has no story, per se. Instead, it is about Stories. The structure of the book is more important than the narrative thrust. A Reader (you) begins reading Italo Calvino's new book, "If on a winter's night a traveller". But the book is misprinted, and ends halfway through. So you head down to the bookshop, anxious to get your money back. There you encounter The Other Reader, a young woman also foiled in her attempt to read Calvino's new book. You both buy a new copy from the shopkeeper, only when you get it home, you realize it is not Calvino's new book at all, but something called "Outside the town of Malbork". Things continue this way, back and forth from thwarted novel to encounters with The Other Reader (who, by this time, you've developed quite a crush on). Along the way, you will meet many other shady literary characters, like The Non Reader, The Writer, and the Plagiarist. Do not be afraid of these men. They are merely devices to get you thinking about the nature of reading, the nature of writing, the nature of authorship, and a number of other significant post-modern issues. This all sounds quite fascinating to you, but you still have trepidations. You have a copy of the book with you right now. To help quench your fears you open it up, seemingly at random, to page 197, and read the following exchange: "'On the contrary, I am forced to stop reading just when [the stories] become more gripping. I can't wait to resume, but when I think I am reopening the book I began, I find a completely different book before me...'
'Which instead is terribly boring,' I suggest.
'No, even more gripping. But I can't manage to finish this one, either. And so on.'" You think this is pretty good so far. But wonder, is Calvino right on either count? Would such a novel be "terribly boring", or "even more gripping"? Would you get frustrated beyond repair if the story kept stopping, every time it got good? You realize that you must decide for yourself before you begin reading the book in earnest. Continuing your perusal on the same page, you read the following passage: "I have had the idea of writing a novel composed only of beginnings of novels. The protagonist could be a Reader who is continually interrupted. The Reader buys the new novel A by the author Z. But it is a defective copy, he can't go beyond the beginning... He returns to the bookshop to have the volume exchanged..." You stop, because you can see where this is going. This is Calvino telling you the genesis of this book. This kind of self-reflexivity sometimes gives you a headache, for a story within a story within a story (etc.) can sometimes be very confusing. You stop reading for a while to get your bearings. You take a break by going to the fridge for a glass of juice. Later, you flip the book open again, this time to page 218, and you notice this: "Then what use is your role as protagonist to you? If you continue lending yourself to this game, it means that you, too, are an accomplice of the general mystification." "Calvino is challenging me?" you think to yourself. "He doesn't think I am capable of following him through this labyrinthine world. He doesn't think I have the brainpower. But I do!" You are getting a good head of steam now. "I can read his book, no problem! I am a Good Reader." You turn to page one, intent on starting and then finishing this book. And when you do, you'll realize that it was a rewarding, if oftentimes difficult and confusing, experience. It will have questioned your preconceived notions of what it means to read, write, to tell stories, and to listen to them. And it will do it in a (mostly) fascinating and suspenseful way, to make the ideas go down that much easier.
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Summary: I just reread the book and found myself swept away (again)
Review: I first read "If on a Winters Night a Traveler" six years ago, when I was a far less skilled reader than I am right now. I enjoyed Calvino's novel back then, but didn't understand its intricacies. Then a few days ago when I was cleaning out the basement, I found the book in a storage and decided to re-read it. Have you ever read a novel that causes you to walk around in a mental daze for days; have you ever found a book that causes you to re-examine everything you have ever read; have you ever read something that causes invisible shivers to travel up and down your spine whenever you think about it. This is one of those rare books where -- as you near the ending -- you find your eyes holding the words tightly, your consciousness oblivious to the world around you, your fingers rapidly turning the pages, and your spirit hoping the book will never reach an end.
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Summary: the living illusion of the non-writer, and the non-reader
Review: finishing a book, and bleeding for more. how can one beat being the protagonist of his own illusion; for reading is nothing more than the betrayal of the empirical world, and the dive into eternal enterpretation and creation. the process is virtually hermeneutic. YOU are the writer; the words guide you upon the journey YOU create. the writer is just a reformative corpus of words that preceded his own experience of giving in to eternity. his hand is the hand of all others and of IT. he lays down the pebbles, and you stroll down the pathway. you choose which turn to take, and when the monsters are to appear. what Calvino does is recreate this metaphor in the form of a literary text, creating a parody of writing and reading, with which the Reader has no choice but to be filled with awe and astonishment over the magic perplexity that has appeared before him.
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Summary: Reader seeks Other Reader
Review: This is a brilliant novel. Calvino has for me lived up to all the hype -- here is a book that is simultaneously a virtuoso display of story telling and mixed narrative modes, an exploration of the nature of meaning, an experiment in overall structure that pays off brilliantly... (Not often that a book makes you sound like a ... back-cover reviewer). I think this will turn out to be one of the most influential books I've read -- it left me sitting in an airport looking at the world as a sea of possibility waiting to explode. (Oh, and if you are Other Reader -- get in touch? I'll be waiting in the bookstore...)
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Summary: I could be wrong about this ....
Review: ..... but about a half way through this book, when some characters become involved in intimate liaisons, I got the suspicion that Mr Calvino was representing sexual relations - or potential ones - as novels. And he was bemoaning the fact that most of our potential relationships are frustrated, incomplete, never fulfilled. And that so much of what we feel and hear is rumour, stories from elsewhere, second-hand versions that we cannot verify or validate. I have read a few experimental novels and I do find them hard going. This one was no different and until I got some interpretation on what was happening - correct or otherwise - I found progress slow and difficult. If you arer looking for a quick easy read this probably isn't it. Like me, you may find this book to be hard work.
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