Yobmod
June 30th, 2006, 04:11 AM
Anyone read him? Got any opinions?
I've now read the three books i had by him on my to read list, and he is possibly one one of my favourite writers. He's not writing genre fantasy, but they have all had fantasy elements so far, and it's certainly not realism...
So far the only author i've read that is at all similar is Borges, but Calvino is so much more fun.
Cosmicomics is a collection of linked short stories in which an imortal being describes some formative experiences of his life throught eternity, inspired by topical physics from the time eg. The moon used to be nearer to the Earth, but in Cosmicomics it used to be near enought that people could climb a ladder to harvest the 'moon-milk'. Sometimes hilarious and sometimes deep, but always great IMO.
Synopisis at Science fiction museum (http://www.sciencefictionmuseum.com/stories/reviews/snop010.html)
At one time, according to Sir George H. Darwin, the Moon was very close to the Earth. Then the tides gradually pushed her far away: the tides that the Moon herself causes in the Earth's waters, where the Earth slowly loses energy.
How well I know!--old Qfwfq cried--the rest of you can't remember, but I can. We had her on top of us all the time, that enormous Moon: when she was full--nights as bright as day, but with a butter-colored light--it looked as if she were going to crush us; when she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind; and when she was waxing, she came forward with her horns so low she seemed about to stick into the peak of a promontory and get caught there. But the whole business of the Moon's phases worked in a different way then: because the distances from the Sun were different, and the orbits, and the angles of something or other, I forget what; as for eclipses, with the Earth and Moon stuck together the way they were, why, we had eclipses every minute: naturally, those two big monsters managed to put each other in the shade constantly, first one, then the other.
Orbit? Oh, elliptical, of course: for a while it would huddle against us and then it would take flight for a while. The tides, when the Moon swung closer, rose so high nobody could hold them back. There were nights when the Moon was full and very, very low, and the tide was so high that the Moon missed a ducking in the sea by a hair's-breadth; well, let's say a few yards anyway. Climb up on the Moon? Of course we did. All you had to do was row out to it in a boat and, when you were underneath, prop a ladder against her and scramble up.
Now, you will ask me what in the world we went up on the Moon for; I'll explain it to you. We went to collect the milk, with a big spoon and a bucket. Moon-milk was very thick, like a kind of cream cheese.
Invisible Cities consisits of dialogues between Marco Polo and Genghis Kahn (who may or may not really exist), and the descriptions of bizarre hypothetical cities. Described as 'possible his most beautiful work', the writing really is without parallel.
Chapter extract (http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/calvino/calvaldrada.html)
there is tonnes of info, and extracts and stories to try here: http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/calvino/
I've now read the three books i had by him on my to read list, and he is possibly one one of my favourite writers. He's not writing genre fantasy, but they have all had fantasy elements so far, and it's certainly not realism...
So far the only author i've read that is at all similar is Borges, but Calvino is so much more fun.
Cosmicomics is a collection of linked short stories in which an imortal being describes some formative experiences of his life throught eternity, inspired by topical physics from the time eg. The moon used to be nearer to the Earth, but in Cosmicomics it used to be near enought that people could climb a ladder to harvest the 'moon-milk'. Sometimes hilarious and sometimes deep, but always great IMO.
Synopisis at Science fiction museum (http://www.sciencefictionmuseum.com/stories/reviews/snop010.html)
At one time, according to Sir George H. Darwin, the Moon was very close to the Earth. Then the tides gradually pushed her far away: the tides that the Moon herself causes in the Earth's waters, where the Earth slowly loses energy.
How well I know!--old Qfwfq cried--the rest of you can't remember, but I can. We had her on top of us all the time, that enormous Moon: when she was full--nights as bright as day, but with a butter-colored light--it looked as if she were going to crush us; when she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind; and when she was waxing, she came forward with her horns so low she seemed about to stick into the peak of a promontory and get caught there. But the whole business of the Moon's phases worked in a different way then: because the distances from the Sun were different, and the orbits, and the angles of something or other, I forget what; as for eclipses, with the Earth and Moon stuck together the way they were, why, we had eclipses every minute: naturally, those two big monsters managed to put each other in the shade constantly, first one, then the other.
Orbit? Oh, elliptical, of course: for a while it would huddle against us and then it would take flight for a while. The tides, when the Moon swung closer, rose so high nobody could hold them back. There were nights when the Moon was full and very, very low, and the tide was so high that the Moon missed a ducking in the sea by a hair's-breadth; well, let's say a few yards anyway. Climb up on the Moon? Of course we did. All you had to do was row out to it in a boat and, when you were underneath, prop a ladder against her and scramble up.
Now, you will ask me what in the world we went up on the Moon for; I'll explain it to you. We went to collect the milk, with a big spoon and a bucket. Moon-milk was very thick, like a kind of cream cheese.
Invisible Cities consisits of dialogues between Marco Polo and Genghis Kahn (who may or may not really exist), and the descriptions of bizarre hypothetical cities. Described as 'possible his most beautiful work', the writing really is without parallel.
Chapter extract (http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/calvino/calvaldrada.html)
there is tonnes of info, and extracts and stories to try here: http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/calvino/

