Jandy’s Anthology

If on a winter’s night a traveler

by Italo Calvino

selections

I’m producing too many stories at once because what I want is for you to feel, around the story, a saturation of other stories that I could tell and maybe will tell or who know may already have told on some other occasion, a space full of stories that perhaps is simply my lifetime, where you can move in all directions, as in space, always finding stories that cannot be told until other stories are told first, and so, setting out from any moment or place you encounter always the same density of material to be told.

Filed under: 20th-century, Italy, fiction on December 20th, 2006