Like David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas—and having nothing to do with the fact that it was the most recent novel I’d read—If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller is a nested story, a story within a story.Breaking the “fourth wall” Calvino addresses his readers in the second person and makes them characters in the plot.The reader buys a defectively printed book and when he tries to return it to the seller, a fantastical world opens up.I’m not sure that there’s a particular genre here—literary fiction constitutes a genre of its own—but there are a few speculative elements that keep the story pulling you along without really giving any conclusions (that the po-mo aspect to which I referred).
Apart from being merely fun, the story is thought-provoking.What goes on when we read?Do we not get absorbed into the mind of the writer?And not only of the author but also of others who’ve read the book with whom we might discuss it?Writing is an endlessly addictive activity.One of my observations about careers without sabbaticals is that those who wish to practice the art must carve time out from days interrupted by work to be writers.For me that means awaking early, for this blog is only one of many writing projects I have going.To write well, however, means reading much.And if you’re casting about for a story that’s hard to classify and difficult to put down, I would gladly recommend If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller.