This morning I left the house, put on my headphones, started Winamp on my phone, and started listening to this song.
And I cried.
For as long as I can remember, the only other time I have cried over a famous person’s death was when Italo Calvino left us in 1985.
Since I began to realise I was in the world,
I had already written a post on the 20th anniversary of Italo Calvino’s death, but today I would like to add a few more thoughts.
Thirty years have passed since 19 September 1985, but the importance of this writer for me has not diminished, nor has the sorrow for his loss.
Among the books I did not give away or sell before living in London are his,...
I have little time and especially little desire to read lately, but I would never have left this book alone without giving it a suitable space.
I cannot give it a proper review; I can only say that Malinverno is a beautiful book I recommend to anyone.
The only specific note I can venture is that from my very modest point of view,...
It is not easy to talk about an author as multifaceted and complete as Italo Calvino.
Therefore, I will limit myself to making people understand what he meant for me and why I recommend everyone to read his works, current and often visionary. < br> I grew up on bread and ‘Fiabe Italiané; he had read them to me and reread them until he knew them by heart....