LITERATURE: If on a winter’s night… – Literary Critique?

Well Calvino’s got everybody in here–I didn’t even post on what he had to say about publishers–and here may be a little poke at the genre of ‘literary’ or those, perhaps, who don’t quite know how to categorize it:

"According to the more pessimistic rumors, he has started writing a diary, a notebook of reflections, in which nothing ever happens, only moods and the description of the landscape he contemplates for hours from his balcony, through a spyglass…"  (p. 121)

I’m not sure if the statement there is disdain for those who navel-gaze or those who merely jealous, call it so.

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