Every chapter of this book (the chapters rotate through the seasons, starting with spring and ending in winter) made me smile: each one was just as lovely as the last. Italy in the early ’50s, Italy in the mid ’60s: factory work, a polluted river, kids who ask their father, “Are cows like trams?” Marcovaldo and his family, poor and always getting into trouble but laughing everything off. I can’t explain the joy and wonder of this book, because to describe the stories & their ironies would be to say too much.
Marcovaldo or The seasons in the city by Italo CalvinoTranslated by William WeaverHarcourt Brace, 1983 (originally Giulio Einaudi Editore, 1963)
by
Tags:
Leave a Reply