The Pleasure of Reading: Beginnings, Newness

[I’m rereading Italo Calvino’s If on a winter’s night a traveler. It’s a reminder of things I’d forgotten now that I do so much reading on my computer. From time to time I’ll post an excerpt here.]

You derive a special pleasure from a just-published book, and it isn’t only a book you are taking with you but its novelty as well, which could also be merely that of an object fresh from the factory, the youthful bloom of new books, which lasts until the dust jacket begins to yellow, until a veil of smog settles on the top edge, until the binding becomes dog-eared, in the rapid autumn of libraries. No, you hope always to encounter true newness, which, having been new once, will continue to be so. Having read the freshly published book, you will take possession of this newness at the first moment, without having to pursue it, to chase it. Will it happen this time? You never can tell. Let’s see how it begins.

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