Your First Book Is The Only One

Having Exhausted Every Possibility At The Moment When He Was Coming Full Circle, Antonino Realised That Photographing Photographs Was The Only Course That He Had Left - Or, Rather, The True Course He Had Obscurely Been Seeking All This Time. (last Line Of The Story The Adventure Of A Photographer )

Novelists Tell That Piece Of Truth Hidden At The Bottom Of Every Lie.

You Are About To Begin Reading Italo Calvino's New Novel, If On A Winter's Night A Traveler. Relax. Concentrate. Dispel Every Other Thought. Let The World Around You Fade. Best To Close The Door; The Tv Is Always On In The Next Room. Tell The Others Right Away, "no, I Don't Want To Watch Tv!" Raise Your Voice -- They Won't Hear You Otherwise -- "i'm Reading! I Don't Want To Be Disturbed!" Maybe They Haven't Heard You, With All That Racket; Speak Louder, Yell: "i'm Beginning To Read Italo Calvino's New Novel!" Or If You Prefer, Don't Say Anything: Just Hope They'll Leave You Alone.

Nobody These Days Holds The Written Word In Such High Esteem As Police States Do.

Arriving At Each New City, The Traveler Finds Again A Past Of His That He Did Not Know He Had: The Foreignness Of What You No Longer Are Or No Longer Possess Lies In Wait For You In Foreign, Unpossessed Places.