Review: The Complete Cosmicomics by Italo CalvinoItalo Calvino’s brilliant, ludic stories show a writer far ahead of his time, says Ursula K Le. Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino Translated from Italian by William Weaver First published in Translation first published in Contents The Distance of the. At the end of this past September, I happened to find myself in Salerno on the Amalfi coast of Italy. (This is the kind of sentence I’ve waited half a.

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However, Calvino, writing back in the s could hardly have known how prophetic his words would be when related to cyber-space. When you’ve waited two hundred million years, you can also wait six hundred; and I waited; the way was long but I wasn’t on foot, after all; astride the Galaxy I traveled through the light-years, galloping over the calvin and stellar orbits as if I were on a horse whose shoes struck sparks; I was in a state of mounting excitement; I felt I was going forth to conquer the only thing that mattered to me, sign and dominion and name.


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I admit it required very complicated deductions to foresee the Mesopotamian plains black with men cosmicomjcs horses and arrows and trampets, but, since I had nothing else to do, I could bring it off.

A sound reached me from nearby: And the farther she vanished into that tangle, the more she was freed of the Moon’s influence, until she grazed the surface of the water and sank into the sea.

Actually the whole collection felt like Borges to me, but if Borges had decided to write his stories based on cosmocomics instead of about books, history and arcane knowledge. Maybe it was the character names that all sounded like they came from titles of Borges stories. As I stopped to observe those possible analogies, a full minute went by before I realized that, before my eyes, I didn’t have a sandy ridge but the object of my pursuit.


Before I could think properly, a cry was already bursting from my throat.

She was cosmicomcis color of the Moon; she held the harp at her side and moved one hand now and then in slow arpeggios.

I told you so! On the Earth now there was air, and water.

Ph i Nk 0her bosom, her thighs, her orange dressing gown — we’ll never meet her again, in this cossmicomics of galaxies or in any other. Climb up on the Moon? Cavino liquid mass spread out at my feet had suddenly tumed a new color, which blinded me, and I exploded in an articulate cry which, a little later, took on a specific meaning: I crossed a piled-up metropolis of stones; I went through a mountain pierced with passageways like an anchorites’ retreat; I reached a port that opened upon a sea of mud; I entered a garden where, from sandy beds, tall menhirs rose into the sky.

Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino

But, after all, what could I do about it? My sister had remained in there, and I never found out whether she had stayed buried in those depths or whether she had reached safety on the other side until I met her, much later, at Canberra inmarried to a certain Sullivan, a retired railroad man, so changed I hardly recognized her.

As I had been projected outward, into the open, Ayl had remained beyond the rock wall, closed in the bowels of the Earth. I built up a capital of technetium. These chasms gave the elements compressed in the heart of the Earth an avenue of escape, and now we saw outcroppings of rock emerge, or fluid clouds, or boiling jets spurt up.

One day we had wandered off to one of those damp promontories that girdle the lagoon, where the ground is made not so much of sand as of tangled roots and rotting vegetation. And as it kept broadening the curves, we were finally flung beyond the edge of space, with Pfwfp after us.

Now Pfwfp found one excuse after another, trying to call off the game.


It was csomicomics first time. This review or rather my gushy ramblings might convey a little about this book and more about my love for Calvino, so I highly recommend a more definite and fantastic review by Stephen M along with reading this book. If you only knew.


About seven hundred millions of years had gone by since I had first tried to make a sign, but I fell to work with a will. These stories are dreamy, philosophical and funny at the same time. Then the tides gradually pushed her far away: Where there’s authentic desire, the male sees rivalry; and so the duality expands to the eternal triangle – here truly eternal.

The summer reading I like best is either a lovely, long, fat novel to lie down with and get lost in, or a collection of stories, like a basket of summer fruit, to savour one or two at a time.

I’m not exaggerating when I say that the galactic years that followed were the worst I had ever lived through. There was also a cleaning woman — “maintenance staff ‘ she was called — only one, for the whole universe, since there was so little room. And then our narrator Qfwfq tells us he remembers that period in time, and takes us back in time on his train of thought.

Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino. It’ s hard to explain because if I say sign to you, you immediately think of a something that can be distinguished from a something else, but nothing could be distinguished from anything there; you immediately think of a sign made with some implement or with your hands, and then when you take the implement or your hands away, the sign remains, but in those days there were no implements or even hands, or teeth, or noses, all things that came along afterwards, a long time afterwards.