Essay on “Italo Calvino. Collected Works in 3 volumes. Volume 3. If on a winter’s night a traveler”
You’re suffering from a terrible disease. This disease is worse than all the ills in the world. You – the terminally ill. You -. Reader
Being interested in the world of modern culture, and era, when all boundaries swept away, you could not know about Italo Calvino. The first mention of it you meet Umberto Eco. The famous semiotician says that the one who will compare it to “The role of the reader” (and you just read it) with kalvinovskim “If one winter’s night a traveler”, you probably will decide that the book Eco became a response to Calvino’s novel. However, both of these works were published almost simultaneously. Then you read some good reviews of the novel on the Internet, and one winter day you go, from dripping saliva from the tongue at the market. You order there Italo Calvino’s “If on a winter’s night a traveler».
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After two weeks the novel comes. Out of breath you sought in the store, buy the book and quickly running to a stop. You sit down on the bus. To pay for a ticket and you go home, sat down on an empty seat. Your greedy eyes are looking at the book. You open it and start reading
The main hero of the book -. It is you the reader. You buy the novel by Italo Calvino’s “If on a winter’s night a traveler.” The unexpected turn of events you shove elbows Horny neighbors! Apologize.
Having read the first chapter, you notice that the entire book is stitched from the same notebooks, you read the novel again, again the first chapter. You need to find a continuation. Urgent! Breaking! Read more! Now you are finally caught in the treacherous network novel.
The novel plays with you. Detectives, family saga, psychological thrillers, magic realism, a global conspiracy – you live them on a bus. You’ve already missed my stop and going in circles is not the first time. To pay again and again for the ride, but do not detract from the novel. You’re trapped until they finish reading.
Only at midnight, when the bus with a single passenger arrives at the hangar, the book is read.
You edosh city at night home. Cool breeze gently tickles your cheeks, snow falls on your shoes on hand, squeezing tightly Italo Calvino novel, but suddenly out of the gate traveler …