(25)

Calvino, Invisible Cities. Trans. Weaver. 1972; 1974. 165 pp.

This didn't stand up to my memory of it, quite. It wasn't that it was bad, but that I thought I could invent more imaginative cities myself. It was great as a stimulus of my own ideas, but I thought (arrogantly) that I could outdo Calvino. In fact, my memory had outdone him by inventing a more exalted image of this book.

And I never did finish that Carme Riera novel that was number 24...