Mr. Palomar
A Italian Literature, Italy, Fiction book. Le riflessioni che il negozio del macellaio ispira a chi vi entra con la borsa della spesa coinvolgono cognizioni...
Mr. Palomar is a delightful eccentric whose chief activity is looking at things. He is seeking knowledge; 'it is only after you have come to know the surface of things that you can venture to seek what is underneath'. Whether contemplating a fine cheese, a hungry gecko, a woman sunbathing topless or a flight of migrant starlings, Mr. Palomar's observations render the...
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- Pages: 130 pages
- ISBN: 9780886190637 / 151628351
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The lawn mower attends with defeaning shudder to the tonsure; a light odor of fresh hay intoxicates the air; the leveled grass finds again a bristling infancy; but the bite of the blades reveals unevenness, mangy clearings, yellow patches. Italo Calvino, Mr Palomar // Le riflessioni che il negozio del macellaio ispira a chi vi entra con la borsa della spesa coinvolgono cognizioni tramandate per secoli in varie branche del sapere: la competenza delle carni e del tagli, il miglior modo di cuocere ogni pezzo, i riti che permettono di placare il rimorso per l'uccisione d'altre vite al fine di nutrire la propria. Italo Calvino, Mr Palomar // La conoscenza del prossimo ha questo di speciale: passa necessariamente attraverso la conoscenza di se stesso. Italo Calvino, Mr Palomar //
I wonder if, sometime before I was born and sometime before he died, Mr. Calvino and I had a meeting where we decided we would become friends, or perhaps we simply agreed that I would admire him a great deal and would go to him in those moments of need when I wasn't even aware of my need. I wonder if Mr. Palomar was the result of this... Mr. Palomar consists of meditations on perception rather than present a narrative in the traditional sense.What aroused my interest is how Mr. Palomar trains his vision on the city which he describes simply as a point of consumption. Strolling like a flaneur into different shops, he acquaints us to the minutiae of the market made cultural... If this were a novel (it isn't), it would have the rare distinction of being entirely characterless. (Which is not to say it is without character. Character it has. In fact, it's a real charmer.) Many books lack plot (as this one does) but few find themselves without a character to follow around. Calvino, however, despite having named...
