Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
Reading Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities while in Venice is like
Reading Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities while in Venice is like
water, water, everywhere and not a spot to piss
the lockdown continues and nothing changes
a mediocre history text then a pro-UBI, anti-“the Arts is special” rant
yes it is good and i got to read it slightly early and for free
two and a half months ago i read an incredible novel
a cracking novella about a terrible murderous marriage
a book almost squarely aimed at me
An un-Lawrentian D.H. Lawrence biography
like my life, a novel that’s half tragedy, half farce
I review a Lawrentian travel writing collection containing Twilight in Italy, Sea and Sardinia and Sketches of Etruscan Places.
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