Marco Polo and Kublai Khan talk of cities Marco has visited.
Where to begin with this one? I thought the writing was beautiful. Calvino and his translator painted vivid pictures of various cities, each a seemingly magical realm with its own quirks. As Marco tells more and more stories, Kublai questions the nature of his empire.
Unfortunately, very little actually happens. While they are very well written, the individual city tales read almost like entries in a poet's travel journal. There's not really an actual story unless you consider an ongoing conversation between two historical figures a plot.
While I'm glad I read it and I thought the writing was masterful, I don't feel like gushing about this particular book. Three out of five stars.