Review: If on a winter’s night a traveler

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If on a winter’s night a traveler, Italo Calvino. Mariner Books Classics (ISBN: 9780156439619) 1982 (first published in Italian in 1979).

Summary: A reader purchases a book only to find most of it is missing and seeks the rest of the story.

Imagine you have just visited your favorite bookstore and spot an intriguing book, If on a winter’s night a traveler. You get home, curl up in your easy chair, get drawn into the story and then find the remaining pages are scramble and cannot read any more.

And so you go back to the store to exchange it for another copy. While there, you meet a fellow booklover, Ludmilla, looking for the same book. The books are replace but you find it is a different story by a different author. You and Ludmilla team up to track down the conclusion of the story and your quest takes you through lit seminars, a love affair, an encounter with a scam translator, a book fraud conspiracy, and a frustrated author. An each of the “replacements” is the beginning of a different story, written by different author in a different genre.

That’s Calvino’s novel in a nutshell. After an opening chapter on the nature of reading, something we readers rarely reflect upon, the “story” proceed by first addressing you, the reader, and the lead protagonist in the “frame story” followed by the broken-off story.

Toward the end, a character strings together the titles of the ten stories, discovering it forms a kind of a sentence:

If on a winter’s night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down in the gathering shadow in a network of lines that enlace, in a network of lines that intersect, on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave— What story down there awaits its end?—he asks, anxious to hear the story.

What to make of all this? To begin with, Calvino makes the reader the real protagonist. So often, readers are anonymous in the background. Instead, Calvino’s readers quest for stories, really the story. And might that be the case in our world? Is the real story what we make of and how we connect the various pieces of stories?

Alternatively, I wondered if Calvino simply found a way to string together ten stories he couldn’t finish! If so, it was among the most successful cases of writer’s block in history!

Perhaps Calvino meant a wake-up call to the indifferent or jaded reader, addressed in his opening;

“It’s not that you expect anything in particular from this particular book. You’re the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything. There are plenty, younger than you or less young, who live in the expectation of extraordinary experiences, from books, from people, from journeys, from events, from what tomorrow has in store. But not you…”

To read Calvino, at least this story is to evoke a reaction. Either you throw the book across the room with disgust. Or you become engrossed with this quirky, somewhat absurd tale around the ten stories. And perhaps that’s what Calvino wanted.

I’ll leave it for you to decide.

The Weekly Wrap: August 3-9

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The Weekly Wrap: August 3-9

Readers

What do Italo Calvino and Kevin Vanhoozer have in common? One was an Italian novelist. The other is a theologian who focuses on hermeneutics, the discipline of biblical interpretation. I am reading both right now and one of their shared concerns is readers.

I’m reading Calvino’s If on a winter’s night a traveler, a novel about a reader who reads the first chapter of ten novels while developing a relationship with a woman, Ludmilla. However, the narrator directly addresses the reader between the stories, discussing how we read and the ‘you” he addresses becomes a part of the story.

Vanhoozer’s concern is different. He considers various reading strategies with which we approach reading the Bible. Behind all this, Vanhoozer explores what it means to believe that through scripture, God addresses us, and what this means for reading.

What strikes me is that most of the time, readers, I think, feel like bit players in the scheme of books, authors, publishers, the book trade, and libraries. Yet the reality is that none of this would exist apart from the reader.

We read for many reasons from necessity at school or work to diversion to illumination. But one thing all have in common is attention. Readers are people who fend off distraction to open their minds to another. At our best, we lay aside our preconceptions as best we can to understand what they author is trying to give us in his or her words. Then we ponder that, comparing it to and fitting into our experience and understanding.

If nothing else, it strikes me that we engage in quite a wonderful thing every time we pick up a book and read. We honor the writer, and all those who labored to bring us the book, by giving these words, and the meaning they convey, access to our inner lives. And that is no small thing.

Five Articles Worth Reading

In “The Kafka Challenge,” Paul Reitter considers the challenges of translating Franz Kafka’s works. Indeed, he invokes George Steiner’s idea of untranslatability. Some things cannot be fully conveyed from one language to another.

Yet translating Kafka may be important for understanding our present time in the U.S. So contends Sasha Abramsky in “We’ve Officially Entered Kafka’s America” as he considers the apprehension of a Libyan refugee who legally entered the country fifteen years ago. What is chilling is how difficult, if impossible, it is to gain the release of detainees even when it is shown they were wrongfully detained, due to quotas that must be met.

The year 2012 was the peak year globally for live births, with rates falling in many countries. And in many countries, less than two children for each two adults are being born. “After the Spike: What Slow and Steady Depopulation Means For the World” considers the implication of these population trends.

I’ll admit it. I’m partial to Ohio authors. Zane Grey wrote a series of Western novels, the most famous of which was Riders of the Purple Sage. His real first name was Pearl. In addition to harking back to his home town of Zanesville, Zane just seems a better name for a writer of Westerns. What I didn’t know is that a fishing expedition off the coast of Australia lat in life endeared him to Australians and may have inspired Ernest Hemingway. Read about it in “Why is a cowboy writer from Ohio venerated in a small Aussie beach town? The incredible story of Zane Grey.”

Finally, imagine cleaning out a home library and finding a rare first edition of The Hobbit.A Rare Copy of ‘The Hobbit’ Is Found on an Unassuming Shelf” recounts how that happened in a home in Bristol, England, and how much this find may end up being worth.

Quote of the Week

Poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson and I share a birthday, August 6. He made this trenchant observation, so relevant in our “post truth” era:

“A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.”

I wonder if we still believe that.

Miscellaneous Musings

If romance fiction is among your loves, today is Bookstore Romance Day at your nearest independent bookstore. Now you have that excuse to go to the bookstore (as if you needed one).

One of the nicest birthday greetings I received on my Facebook profile came from a publicist at one of the publishers for which I regularly review books. She wrote, “Happy birthday to one of my favorite book lovers! Hope you have a great day!” I did, and I would add, she is one of my favorite publicists.

A former colleague, Tracy Gee, recently published The Magic of Knowing What You Want. She asks a question we rarely ask ourselves “What do you want?” I found that an important question in my own vocational journey and I’m enjoying how she unpacks figuring that out.

Next Week’s Reviews

Monday: John D. Wilsey, Religious Freedom

Tuesday: Agatha Christie, Peril at End House

Wednesday: Meryl Herr, When Work Hurts

Thursday: Michael Innes, What Happened at Hazelwood

Friday: Gerhard Lohfink, Why I Believe in God

So, that’s The Weekly Wrap for August 3-9!

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The Reader’s Paradox

The world beyond my books (c)2015, Robert C Trube

The world beyond my books (c)2015, Robert C Trube

I’ve been thinking this morning about the reader’s paradox.

If you are a bibliophile, you know what I’m talking about. You might even know what I’m talking about if you are a friend of a bibliophile.

Paradoxes. These are things that seem in conflict and yet both are true. I am convinced there are a number of these in life. Is light a wave or a particle? Are we one or many? I’m also convinced that many of us don’t like to live in the tension of paradoxes. We prefer to resolve them by focusing on one of the two elements in the paradox and exclude the other. This makes life simpler. But smaller.

So what is the reader’s paradox? It is that books often are windows onto the world that give us delight and insight and sometimes diversion. And yet life and the world are far more than the books we read and there are realities beyond the page (or tablet) to which books only point but are no substitute for our experience of the real thing. Like the love of God or neighbor. The pursuit of a just and peaceful world. The making or enjoying of actual music or art. The growing of a fruitful and beautiful garden.

The danger comes when we cease to live in the tension of this paradox, which is a tension I face. I love books and reading and encouraging others to connect with the best of what is thought and written. So I read, and write about reading and books, and interact with others interested in writing and books. There is a sense in which I feel I am employing a gift, however humble in doing this.

What I realize is that I also live in need of the gifts of the world beyond my bibliophile world. I think we actually need each other’s gifts. Reading and reflecting on what I read sometimes leads to insights into problems and challenges those in my world are face. But only as I am in loving relationship can any of this be life-giving. And love takes a goodly amount of time with one’s nose out of a book!

Equally, books can sometimes distort my view of the world and those real-life encounters where my book-inspired ideas come up short serve as a good reality check. That, too, is a life-giving gift!

My faith seems to embrace some of the biggest paradoxes of all. I believe in a God who is One and Three. I confess as Lord one who is fully God and fully human. This makes me wonder if in fact the other paradoxes I see in my world and my own life stem from this. It is clear that my faith would be simpler, but smaller without these paradoxes, just as would my life. And it makes me wonder if living in wonder, faith and obedience with these great paradoxes somehow is connected to living in the tension of the lesser ones, like the reader’s paradox.

What do you think? Have you experienced the reader’s paradox? Do you think there is a paradoxical aspect to life and how do you account for this?

Bookmarks

Today I received a gift that any booklover would delight in. Sara, a woman in my church who is quite accomplished in woodburning mentioned that she wanted to give us some bookmarks. This Sunday she brought them and I thought they were so nice, I thought I’d share them with you by way of a post on bookmarks.

Sara's Bookmarks

Sara’s Bookmarks

One of the nice things about e-readers is that they keep your place for you, and even allow you to electronically “bookmark” places you want to go back to. I’m glad for this since it would have been far more tedious to electronically flip through pages from the beginning to get back to the place I last read–especially when I fall asleep reading my Kindle and it turns itself off!

But I still read lots of old fashion print books, and usually have multiple books going at one time. Some way of keeping track of where I’ve left off reading is crucial–my memory is not always that good. Folding over the corner, or dog-earing is one way to do this. But it is tough on the pages, makes the book look messy, and isn’t great if you give or re-sell the book. I think dog ears belong on dogs!

You can just leave the book open face down at your page. Hard on the spine and those you live with might not like you leaving books lying around and will close the book and put it away. Place lost. And it especially doesn’t work well if you carry your books around.

Some other gift bookmarks

Some other gift bookmarks

Sometimes I’ve used the flaps of dust jackets on books that have them. That works well at the beginning and end of the book, not so well in the middle and takes the nice clean crease out of the dust jacket.

So most of the time I’m left with the humble or not so humble bookmark. Sometimes we’ve received some very nice ones (and if you can’t think of a book your bibliophile friend doesn’t have, then a bookmark is a good alternative gift).

From the Wikipedia article “Bookmark” it seems we’ve had bookmarks nearly as long as we’ve had printed books. Early printed books were rare and bookmarks, either a ribbon bound into the book or a parchment strip on the edge of the folio. Better made books often still come with a ribbon bound into them for marking your place, which I always like because the ribbon doesn’t fall out–although I once had a ribbon ripped out of a Bible by a friend’s child. The first detached bookmarks seem to have been made in the 1850s and with this came a new market in collectibles.

A bookmark sampler

A bookmark sampler

As you can see, bookmarks can be made out of a number of materials from wood, to leather, to cloth to metal to plastic. Most of the ones I use are made of cardboard. Bookstores are a great source of these but lots of other people from publishers to organizations to holiday cards use bookmarks to publicize themselves or give one a memento of the occasion. If I use these, I usually end up either losing them or eventually throwing them away because the ends tend to get curled up and bookmark itself worn out from repeated use. Usually I stretch a bookmark over ten or more books though.

What are your bookmark stories? Do you have bookmarks that are special to you? How do you like to mark your place in books? And what bookstore, in your experience gives away the best bookmarks?