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Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want inviibili Read Currently Reading Read. Refresh and itall again. Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino. Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino. As Marco tell “Kublai Khan does not necessarily believe everything Marco Polo says when he describes the cities visited on his expeditions, but the emperor of the Tartars does continue listening to the young Venetian with greater attention and curiosity than he shows any other messenger or explorer of his.
As Marco tells the khan about Armilla, which “has nothing that makes it seem a city, except the water pipes that rise vertically where the houses should be and spread out horizontally where the floors should be,” the spider-web city of Octavia, and other marvelous burgs, it may be that he is creating them all out of his imagination, or perhaps he is recreating fine details of his native Venice over and over again, or perhaps he is simply recounting some of the myriad possible forms a city might take.
Paperbackpages. Published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich first published November Marco PoloKublai Khan. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Invisible Citiesplease sign up. Michel Ducos, a sculptor and potter of Alford Pottery Lincolnshire, has an exhibition: Would you like to come? Tab Hunter Too late.
Would love to see some photos. See all 3 questions about Invisible Cities…. Lists with This Book. He had great ambitions citt wanting to be a traveller, a writer and a favored courtier. He wanted to live in the lap of luxury in his lifetime and in the best illustrated pages of history later.
But he could only be a dreamer and never much more. Was it good enough?
How did that come about? In Venice, that city of water, a network of canals and a network of streets span and intersect each invisibi,i. Marco Polo was traveling in a little boat in that Venice invizibili thinking of the Marco Polo he was meant to be when his imagination began to jnvisibili. All the travelogues he wanted to write started coming to his mind.
A whole book of descriptions, all made of poems that would describe the beauty of this city like those waves reflecting it in varied shapes among their ripples. He watched the people moving along the streets, each eye seeing the same city differently, dependent on the angle of observation, and speaking in a language of symbols and images that is more powerful than words can ever be.
The river is the story, the river is the book, arranged in perfect sinusoidal waves of its own and choosing as its reader the greatest of all appreciators, the book catches the splendor of the city and reflects it for your patient eyes in a sort of primitive cubism, leaving it to you to make out all its meaning and all its poetry and to see ultimately yourself in that reflection of all the cities that imagination could oe build.
He started going on long voyages into his own mind, into knvisibili reflections of Venice, and into the reflections of those reflections. And then he wrote them down and he spoke of them and he sang of them.
Men stopped to listen. They paid to hear him, first with time, then with gold, then with diamonds and great honors. The Venetian was soon summoned to the court of the great Kublai Khanwho was also a dreamer. He envisioned himself to be the greatest of rulers, his kingdom expanding and pouring over the whole vast world until all the world was under him. He knew that information was power and he wanted to know of every single city under him, and of every city that was to be under him. Marco Polo bowed every time and with great aplomb set off for his great voyages.
Next week he would be in his beloved Invisibjli, dreaming up the world, unvisibili world more real than reality, with all the ingredients needed to calvin a city – memories, desires, signs, skies, trade, eyes, sounds, shapes, names and the dead.
He spoke of old cities with gods and demons in it, of cities yet to be, with airplanes and atomic bombs coloring their movements, and of cities that should have been, with happiness and sorrow apportioned in balance. He pondered on this mystery with every city. Maybe all successful men dream our lives as it should be while rotting in some sewer and maybe all unhappy men dream their unhappiness in life while rotting in some palace?
Maybe we can only continue our chosen destinies and everything else is a dream. It is only invisible cities we can construct. And we can reflect on them only through imagination, and fiction.
He knew his cities were real. It took many years for the Great Khan to realize that Marco Polo wasn’t describing cities so much as the human mind and experience. He realized that every city, whether imagined by Marco Polo or constructed by planned blueprints or grown from slow accretion are all dreams given shape by human hands, by human ambition, by a desire for a future that can be shaped. He learned that if men and women began to live their ephemeral dreams, every phantom would become a city in which to begin a story of pursuits, pretenses, misunderstandings, clashes, oppressions, and the carousel of fantasies would stop.
Khan now knew how to travel, to really travel. He could now accompany the great explorer in his prophetic journeys. He could describe cities to Marco Polo and he could listen to him, even as he filled in the details.
They could sit together in the courtyard and be silent and still travel through the most exotic and most truthful of cities. And about Venice, when I ask you about Venice. For me it is Venice. For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave.
There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Venice under other names; perhaps I have itlao only of Venice.
Or italoo, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little. To tell a story you have lf start from what you know best. You have to put invislbili soul in the story and then build the flesh, the hair, the face and the clothes around it.
The more stories you tell, the more of your soul you invest and lay bare to the world.
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When do you start fearing that you are as invisible as the cities you create? Kublai continued to look sadly at his friend. Kublai asks Marco, ‘ When you return to the West, will you repeat to your people the same tales you tell me? It is not the voice that commands the story: I got a message from a goodreader asking me why I put up the whole story of the book without a spoiler warning View all 43 comments.
Sep 14, Violet wells rated it it was amazing Shelves: Invisibipi five star review The claustrophobia of it. So usually when I return to Italy after visiting London I catch the train to Paris and then the night train to Venice. I catch the night train to Venice and not Florence for one moment. The moment of walking out of the station of Santa Lucia and beholding the Grand Canal.
I sit on the steps and let all the activity on the canal wash through me. Reading this for a invisbili time is a bit like visiting Venice for a second time. A little bit of the magic fades but in compensation you notice lots of wonders you missed the first time.
I read it in English this time. This is probably the greatest book ever written about tourism, about the urge to escape the confines of where we live. Essentially Marco Polo is a tourist. And we all as tourists need an audience to show the images of our travels to. Kublai Khan is the audience, the vicarious tourist. We all want to conquer new lands. But we all eventually have to go home.
Calvino is constantly making the point that every city is essentially what we bring to it. They turn a blind eye. They stare at their phones while walking across Piazza della Signoria. One of the wonders of Venice now is the people who live there. You need them to understand itwlo of the true nature of the city. An alternative four star review Calvino invisiili one of the sacred cows of literature.
So Invisible Cities vs The Waves. Invisible Cities is absolutely brilliant and inspired for the first fifty pages. But then it wanes a bit, gets a bit repetitive. Seems odd to say about a book of only pages but might it have been better had it been a bit shorter?
It felt to me like the number of invisible cities we get was random and some were uninspired.