I. Calvino – If on a winter’s night a traveller

‘Books are the steps of the threshold…All Cimmerian authors have passed it… Than the wordless language of the dead begins,  which says the things that only the language of the dead can say.’

If you know this book, you expect that pretty much everything can be found inside. Here’s a really peculiar idea. Apparently artists in some fictional land are so devoted to art; they put their whole souls into writing so they die before finishing the book. It should get a special room in the gallery of strange theories of grand art. Transgressing language, genre, the whole concept of fiction, it’s all old news. Now try to go beyond life. There is disturbing magic in dying in the middle of the creation, but would disappear as soon as you make it a rule. Plus it’s really unnecessary.

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