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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Calvino, Italo
  • Author:  Calvino, Italo
  • ISBN-10:  0544959116
  • ISBN-10:  0544959116
  • ISBN-13:  9780544959118
  • ISBN-13:  9780544959118
  • Publisher:  Mariner Books
  • Publisher:  Mariner Books
  • Pages:  320
  • Pages:  320
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2017
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2017
  • SKU:  0544959116-11-MING
  • SKU:  0544959116-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100617767
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A landmark new translation of a Calvino classic, a whimsical, spirited novel that imagines a life lived entirely on its own terms

Cosimo di Rondó, a young Italian nobleman of the eighteenth century, rebels against his parents by climbing into the trees and remaining there for the rest of his life. He adapts efficiently to an existence in the forest canopy—he hunts, sows crops, plays games with earth-bound friends, fights forest fires, solves engineering problems, and even manages to have love affairs. From his perch in the trees, Cosimo sees the Age of Enlightenment pass by and a new century dawn.
 
The Baron in the Treesexemplifies Calvino’s peerless ability to weave tales that sparkle with enchantment. This new English rendering by acclaimed translator Ann Goldstein breathes new life into one of Calvino’s most beloved works.
A landmark new translation of a Calvino classic, a whimsical, spirited novel that imagines a life lived entirely on its own terms
ITALO CALVINO’s superb storytelling gifts earned him international renown. At the time of his death, in 1985, he was the most-translated contemporary Italian writer.
 
ANN GOLDSTEIN has translated widely from the Italian, including works of Elena Ferrante and Primo Levi.
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It was the fifteenth of June in 1767 when Cosimo Piovasco di Rondò, my brother, sat among us for the last time. I remember as if it were today. We were in the dining room of our villa in Ombrosa, the windows framing the thick branches of the great holm oak in the park. It was midday, and our family, following the old custom, sat down to dinner at that hour, even though among the nobility it was now the fashion, inspired by the late-rising court of France, to dine in the middle of the afternoon. The wind was blowing in from the sea, I remember, and the leaves were stirring. Cosimo said, &ldquol*

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