I picked up a copy of Italo Calvino’s Under the Jaguar Sun at a used bookshop the other day when I was buying a birthday present. Evidently it was going to be a collection of stories based on the senses, but Calvino died before it could be finished.
There are only three stories in the book. The first one, the title story, is about taste and is my favourite. It’s about a trip to Mexico and talking about cannibalism and the way you can and can’t share the experience of taste with a person no matter how close you might be.
The second story was called The King Listens and is sort of interesting in how it describes the way a king lives, stuck to his throne. The third was about scent. I can’t remember its title but it was about hunting for a living being by scent, told in three ways. The second and third were more interesting in their technique than story, but the first one was just great.
I have a copy of this book back in Vancouver that I hadn’t read, so this one will be going home with Holly who will probably not be impressed by Calvino’s literary tricks in the latter stories.
I’ve had The Other sitting on my shelf for a couple of months and just got to it. It’s a book of philosophical essays by Ryszard Kapuscinski about how people deal with people who are not like them. It’s not a rigorous philosophical treatise, but the thoughts of a journalist who’s spent most of his life off travelling the world and recounting tales of other lands (most notably in Africa and South America, which were places the censors back in Iron Curtain Poland wouldn’t censor too much about).
Reading this book made me want to go places again, to travel, but not as a tourist. To go with a mission, like anthropologists do, like a real journalist, going off to find out about people and what life is like in faraway places. Every time I go to China, I realize how hard that is.
One thing he talks about in regards to the dichotomy between Europe and the rest of the world which used to be dominated by it, is how that dichotomy was created in part because Europe’s first ambassadors to the rest of the world weren’t noble wise people. They were scummy ruffians who’d set sail because they didn’t have good lives back in Europe. They were misfits in an unromantic way, antisocial and greedy and were ready to take anything they could get from the people/creatures they encountered.
One of the most important things in this book, or at least a thing that resonated most strongly with me, was the idea of the self needing an Other to truly define it. You don’t know what you are until you are exposed to something else, the ways other people organize their lives. This kind of Other requires seeing these people in different places with different histories as still being human, so it’s actually historically quite a recent phenomenon. And one helped along by anthropologists.
It was a short book but very good. I’d probably read it before reading Travels With Herodotus if I hadn’t read any Kapuscinski before.