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A review by ilovegravy
If on a Winter's Night a Traveler by Italo Calvino
5.0
tldr: "Since I have become a slave laborer of writing, the pleasure of reading has finished for me."
With that being said, writing a review for this book feels like sacrilege. Perhaps, I shouldn't be so touched, but I haven't bathed in the honey of language in a good while and this book was finally it. I felt like I was reading a fusion of Bruno Schulz and Exurb1a. I can't explain, but if you've read them both, you'll know exactly what I mean. I hope.
There's so many layers to this book... You can read it for the plot, the characters, the symbolism... The stories! (Should I say THE story?) You can fly through it in pursuit of the answer. You can savour it slowly, dissecting every paragraph, pondering about pondering... It's one of the books that once finished, make you sit there for a while, staring blankly into space.
I wish every aspiring writer would read this book. Even if they come out on the other side bearing passionate hatred.
“What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space.”
With that being said, writing a review for this book feels like sacrilege. Perhaps, I shouldn't be so touched, but I haven't bathed in the honey of language in a good while and this book was finally it. I felt like I was reading a fusion of Bruno Schulz and Exurb1a. I can't explain, but if you've read them both, you'll know exactly what I mean. I hope.
There's so many layers to this book... You can read it for the plot, the characters, the symbolism... The stories! (Should I say THE story?) You can fly through it in pursuit of the answer. You can savour it slowly, dissecting every paragraph, pondering about pondering... It's one of the books that once finished, make you sit there for a while, staring blankly into space.
I wish every aspiring writer would read this book. Even if they come out on the other side bearing passionate hatred.
“What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space.”