Review: The Complete Cosmicomics by Italo CalvinoItalo Calvino’s brilliant, ludic stories show a writer far ahead of his time, says Ursula K Le. Italo Calvino’s enchanting stories about the evolution of the universe, with characters that are fashioned from mathematical formulae and. Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino. Translated from Italian by William Weaver. First published in Translation first published in Contents. The Distance of .
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Imagine a brilliant work of science fiction that wins the National Book Award and is written by a contender for the Nobel Prize in literature. Imagine that it is filled with dazzling leaps of the imagination, stylish prose, unique characters, philosophical insights, and unexpected twists and turns, but also draws on scientific concepts at every juncture.
Imagine that it ranks among the finest works in the sci-fi genre. Today, the book is mostly remembered for its postmodern experimentalism or its fanciful narrative devices.
But Cosmicomics is my favorite Cosmicoicas book, just as ingenious and well-written as those better-known works, and even more delightful. Cosmicomicsin contrast, is that rarity among progressive texts: I hesitate before telling you about the specific tales in this collection of intertwined science stories. If I tell you, you will refuse to read the book.
Clvino know that this sounds somewhat less romantic than Pride and Prejudicebut trust me, even mollusks at least those envisioned by Italo Calvino are capable of great passions. By the same token, a story in which the only action is looking at distant stars through a telescope must sound more boring than a Brady Bunch rerun marathon. Calvino extracts Dostoevskian pathos from his starwatcher, and you will feel his pain and humiliation as he searches xosmicomicas personal redemption among the cosmos.
Each story in Cosmicomics begins with a scientific premise, which serves as a springboard for a story. Cosmicomicaas protagonists might be mollusks or dinosaurs or even physical or mathematical constructs, but Calvino infuses them will all the foibles and fancies of humans. Here we encounter unfettered ambition, pride and envy, jealousy and desire — all the same ingredients that we cherish in ancient Greek tragedy or Elizabethan ialo, but now translated into an extravagant scientific framework.
Consider the end result a kind of Einsteinian magical realism. The scientific premise for this tale is a simple one: Darwinthe Moon was very close to the Earth. 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.
Yes, this is one of the great science fiction stories — and you could even read it as a critique of the sci-fi genre — yet it will never get acknowledged as such. In another story, Calvino constructs a much different love cosmicoomicas, complicated by the unpleasant fact that each individual is falling through empty space in parallel lines. Leave it to Cosmicommicas to find inspiration in such a strange premise.
Can you imagine what happens? In describing these stories, I find myself dwelling again and again on the human interest angle. How itaoo that must sound, when humans really never appear in this book.
Science fiction readers owe it to themselves to track it down. And those who hate sci-fi might be surprised, too, by how much literary panache can be found among the outer cosmos and sub-atomic particles, at least after they have been magically transformed by Italo Calvino. Ted Gioia writes on music, literature, and popular culture. His next book, Music: A Subversive History, will be published by Basic Books next year. This is on my TBR pile, and now I want to read it — thanks for an interesting piece.
To take just one example, observe how often Michael Swanwick never read him? Thanks for sharing your life. What you related was beautiful and touching. It is reminiscent of my own experience when my wife became Ill and subsequently died six months ago. I will certainly be reading Calvino soon.
And then imagine that almost no science fiction fan has read it, or even heard about it. The notion that the ethereal genre named SciFi often simply a term of abuse for those unfamiliar with it needs the blessing of an acknowledged High Priest of serious lit is at the very least… counterproductive. Calvino himself might have had a laugh at this notion… sitting at a table and yukking it up with S. Though parallels can be drawn, and certain aspects of his writing will appeal to the same people to whom science fiction appeals, there is no reason to aggressively claim Calvino, and every other writer of whom the same can be said, for science fiction.
To do so is to erase the very different things Calvino and others are doing. That such basic, aggressively incurious pieces that refuse to ask even the most beginner-level questions of themselves continue to get published is a mystery, and a shame. Completely in agreement with Ben.
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Dante, Milton, Shakespeare, Homer…these writers are very much at home in Fantasy, yet we dare not place Astro City or Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser on otalo shelf beside them because…reasons.
I think Calvino would have laughed at these designations. It makes me yearn for a time when the world of literature actually engaged in the world and, indeed, the entire universe, exploring ideas and issues that actually enrich. But, after all, what could I do about it? They all had something, I know, that made them superior to me, sublime, something that made me, compared to them, mediocre. Your email address will not be published. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam.
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Inthe New Yorker treated faithful readers to Fierce Pajamasa comprehensive survey of humor culled from the year history of the magazine. When I heard about this, my well-honed cat-like reflexes snapped into action and, three years later, I bought the book. These short pieces, known as “casuals,” include parodies, absurdities and flights of fancy. They showcase the wit of some of the giants valvino American humor – from E.
Perelman and George S.
Kaufman, on up to Steve Martin. And along the way, two of itlo favorites – Woody Allen and James Thurber. As is often the case with anthologies, I wind up seeking out more complete works from specific writers.
In this instance I was led back to my own bookshelves, to the dusty ‘A’ section in cosmicomucas top-left corner of my wall, for my small but complete trio of Woody Allen books. This necessitates the use of a stepladder because cosmicomiicas addition to being obsessively organized – fiction alphabetized by author, then chronological within each. I won’t even get into what Calvkno do to my non-fiction – I’m also quite short and can’t actually reach the top shelf of anything in my apartment.
Getting EvenWithout Feathersand Side Effects collect Woody Allen’s written humor from the mid 60s through to the late 70s, in 5-year chunks.
I cosmicomidas you can get them all in one volume now, but I’m quite partial to my pocket-sized second-hand paperbacks – perfect for explosive bursts of laughter on the subway. There’s hardly a page without some jaw-droppingly hysterical absurdist musing, non-sequitur, or parody of some philosophical tract or of a psychological case-study.
Even a few one-act plays for good measure. Getting Even contains “The Metterling Lists” – essentially a collection of Herr Metterling’s laundry lists, spun-out Woody-style into a psychological and biographical profile. And “The Gossage-Vardebedian Papers” – a succession of correspondence-chess letters, each one more politely sarcastic and seethingly hostile than the last. Without Feathers includes “God” – a now-classic one-act play in which an actor and a writer are on stage bemoaning the lack of an ending to their Greek play.
Woody Allen, the Cqlvino himself.
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Reality is turned on its head, then rolled up in a ball and shot through a hoop cosmicomocas this Pirandello-esque comedy. Side Effects has “The Kugelmass Episode” – a hilarious story in which our hero, with the help of a magician, escapes his cossmicomicas world and retreats into the lusty pages of Madame Bovary for a succession of romantic encounters with Emma, confounding Flaubert’s readers and scholars with the sudden presence of a balding s New Yorker in Emma Bovary’s boudoir.
Fierce Pajamas also led me to the “Ts,” to my somewhat haphazard collection of James Thurber books. Many years ago, my good friend Doug Holland, always a step or two ahead of me, introduced me to the world of Thurber. Humorist, cartoonist, editor, James Thurber was a mainstay of the New Yorker for decades. Out of the half-dozen books I have, my pick would be My Life and Hard Timesa humorous memoir written by Thurber in the s, replete with illustrations by the author, looking back on his youth in turn-of-the-century Columbus.
Deceptively gentle and low-key, his stories often build to a frenetic climax. A common theme is how misunderstanding leads to rumor leads to panic.
Yet no one does it quite like him. A few weeks ago, as I was thinking of what to say about Thurber, fortune shone as my fellow Millions-contributor Patrick posted a great piece about the Paris Review, and in particular ” The Clavino of Literature “, a treasure trove of archived interviews that you can read on their website.
I’ve been exploring this site in cosmicomiicas weeks since then, and one of the first things I came across was a great interview pdf from with James Thurber himself! In it he speaks of his astounding memory and how he can juggle hundreds of details in his mind. And of how he never knows until he’s typing away exactly how his stories will develop.
He talks about the “New Yorker style” of humor in which you take your initial gleeful idea, your hilarious impulse, and then rewrite it, playing it down. Thurber also reflects on Harold Ross, the great Editor of the New Yorker, an unread man with bloodhound instincts who demanded clarity of his writers, and, to a man, kept them from being sloppy.
Thurber also talks about his wife, his sounding-board, who it seems prefaces everything she says to James with “Goddammit Thurber His humor took over his body. So much so that when turning a phrase over in itqlo head, his daughter grew so concerned with the look on his face that she asked her mother: As we reach the year’s midpoint, it’s time calino look at some of the books we are most looking forward to for the second half.
There are many, many intriguing books on the docket for the next six months, but these are some of the cosmucomicas notable. Please share your most anticipated books in the comments.
Csomicomicas Adrian wowed readers in with his post-apocalyptic novel The Children’s Hospital. That novel’s ardent fans will be pleased to get their hands on a new collection of stories called A Better Angel. The collection’s title story appeared in the New Yorker in More recently, Adrian offered up a personal essay in the New York Times Magazine about getting a tattoo.
Philip Roth remains tireless, and his latest effort arrives in September, less than year after Exit Cosmicmicas garnered seemingly wall-to-wall coverage.