The Castle of Crossed Destinies

"I publish this book to be free of it: it has obsessed me for years."
Wisely, Calvino states this in the "Note" at the end of The Castle of Crossed Destinies". I imagine many readers who happen about the book may wish he hadn't. I am glad he did.

Calvino, along with Kundera and Saramago, was one of the most inventive writers of his generation. This book somehow wins as art, but fails with the heart. I might compare it to those paintings where the artist executes a human head with various vegetables. As an academic and artistic game it is full of fun, but lacks a real soul. However, I never got the feeling that that was the point of this particular book, any more than I got the feeling it was the point of those paintings.

Here is the gist, show more a group of Chaucer-like pilgrims make their way through a forest, but their experiences in the forest have rendered them speechless. They all come to what might be a castle or a tavern depending on how you look at it. Each wants to tell his tale, but none can speak. Using a deck of tarot cards they begin to vie for the cards so that they might tell their stories of what happened to them in the forest. The cards are depicted alongside the text. As they each tell their tales, as in life, the cards from one's story interlaces with the cards of the others.

As an imaginative treatise of how and why we tell stories, and of the nature of stories and storytelling, this is wonderful fun and a great pleasure to read. As fiction, it is a bit soulless.

"I always feel the need to alternate one type of writing with another, completely different, to begin writing again as if I had never written anything before." Thus Calvino ends the book. And until his death from cancer, that was one thing his readers could be sure of. I wonder what dreams he would be spinning out for us now if he had lived to Saramago's age. show less

This one was a great deal of fun: I was absolutely delighted by this exuberantly postmodern game with literary tropes and retellings.

The castle of the title is located at the centre of a vast forest, where it serves as an inn for a host of inexplicably voiceless guests -- suddenly none of them are able to use their voice. And so they resort to using a pack of tarot cards to tell each other their adventures and the events that led them to this place. This is, of course, a flimsy excuse for Calvino to indulge in a multi-levelled game of connect-the-dots: the stories that he spins off sequences of tarot cards are spurred on by associations, hints, creative liberty, literary allusions and an impish eagerness to take visual details on the show more card out of context (the symmetrical ten of swords, for instance, is called on to represent opposing armies in one story and a barrier of archangels in another; the ace of cups stands for a forest spring, the fountain of youth, and a magic-beanstalk-type tree). One story’s sequence of cards will, when read the other way, yield a completely different story. And so, as he first builds and then explores his square of cards, Calvino presents a lovely array of stories built around late-medieval and renaissance-era tropes: retellings of Roland, Faust, Parsifal (among others), even Oedipus in the spirit of courtly romances, Boccaccio and Chaucer.

The second half of the book is similar in setup, but serves as a basis for a retelling of Shakespeare plays, coupled with a few passages of musings on Art and Life that are decidedly Literary Criticism.

It is all a wonderful, tongue-in-cheek game: Calvino only took things seriously enough to adhere to his square of cards to be read in all possible directions. But other than that, it’s sheer indulgence: an erudite, playful writer enthusiastically exploring the worlds of literature and the mechanisms of story construction. More than once Calvino’s boundless enthusiasm reminded me of Borges and his extravagant literary funhouse.

The book must have been an absolute riot to write, and I found it infectious as anything: it made me giggle with delight, repeatedly. show less

I publish this book to be free of it: it has obsessed me for years. I began by trying to line up the tarots at random, to see if I could read the story in them. "The Waverer's Tale" emerged; I started writing it down; I looked for other combinations of the same cards; I realized the tarots were a machine for constructing stories; I thought of a book, and I imagined its frame: the mute narrators, the forest, the inn; I was tempted by the diabolical idea of conjuring up all the stories that could be contained in a tarot deck.


The Hanged Man and The Magician from the Bembo Tarot used for The Castle

Aren't those interesting? Those are the cards used for the first section of this book. Yet here I am, handing a nice, shining single star to show more Italo Calvino. What the hell happened there?

Really, this should have worked for me. I love symbolic, self-referential books on books. I love the idea of Tarot as a story machine, of the search for an All-Story. This even has a fantastic [b:The Wasteland|19697160|The Wasteland|T.S. Eliot|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1387725409s/19697160.jpg|389834] reference! And ends by making Hamlet, Lady Macbeth, and King Leer into the same story! So what gives?

Mainly, what gives is that this particular experiment in fiction failed. In seeking to tell the stories of the mute narrators and keep his self imposed rules, Calvino ends up with the narrator within the story interpreting the cards for the reader as they are laid down. This ends with a lot of 'he must mean,' and 'surely what happened was' going on. He is also using the minor arcana, which makes the story visually boring. As cards are reused, the story becomes confused and even more visually boring. The first part, the castle, is unmitigated crap, largely because the rules of that section require the cards to be reused in the order they are laid on the table when tales intersect. After a while, even Calvino is just glossing.

The tavern stories in the second part are considerably better, as Calvino allows his characters to grab cards from each other. He seems to have put more heart into this section. His usual sly remarks and cheerful asides are much more prominent here. He goes into an extended meditation on writing when he tells his own tale. But there are none of the wry revelations that I found so charming in [b:If on a Winter's Night a Traveller|374233|If on a Winter's Night a Traveller|Italo Calvino|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1355316130s/374233.jpg|1116802], and this book does nothing that that book did not do better.

Final verdict: It's more crap than not. Skip it. Maybe it would be best if authors didn't publish works just to be free of them themselves. (Here, have a nice picture of a Tarot card used in the second part of the book. Call it a consolation prize.)


The Magician from the Marseilles Tarot used for The Tavern show less

I enjoyed this more for the original format. It felt like Calvino had more fun writing this than I did reading it. Some of the stories are quite entertaining and original, but the repetition of the cards and sort of rote presentation got a little dull at times. If anything, it inspired me to try out this technique myself and so I have unearthed my lost pack of tarot cards and begun re-examining their pictures to see what sorts of stories I could glean...

I would not recommend this as an introduction to Calvino. Which is one of the great things about him, actually: he changes his style and approach to writing with almost every work.

Classic narratives (Orpheus, Shakespeare, etc.) retold by mute travelers through the means of tarot cards.

Unless one has a particularly strong interest in tarot, it's hard to get much from this book. The writing is occasionally interesting by virtue of its quick turns and misdirections, but it doesn't go anywhere especially exciting with it.

The premise would be rendered redundant if any one of the characters knew sign language, or had thought to carry a pencil.

In the uncertain light the cards describe a nocturnal landscape, the Cups are arrayed like urns, caskets, graves among the nettles, the Swords have a metallic echo like shovels or spades against the leaden lids, the Clubs are black like crooked crosses, the gold Coins glitter like will-o'-the-wisps. As soon as a cloud discloses the Moon a howling of jackals rises as they scratch furiously at the edges of the graves and fight with scorpions and tarantulas over their putrid feast.

There are two stories in this book, one taking place in a castle and the other at an inn, and in both cases the travellers spending the night there are struck dumb, and start to tell their stories to each other, using a pack of tarot cards. At the castle they use show more a beautiful painted tarot deck, and the stories are told one at a time, with each storyteller starting with a court card to represent him or herself, and then laying the cards down to build up the story, and intersecting with cards already laid down when they need to use the same cards. At the inn they are using a cheap tarot deck printed from wood-cuts, and everyone tries to tell their story at the same time, grabbing at cards that have already been laid down, rather than designing their story to intersect with them.

The pictures on the cards are used to show what is happening in the story, but since a card can stand for many different people, places or events depending on the context, the story is also told in the storyteller's gestures facial expressions, and in the imagination of the people watching the story unfold on the table. Sometimes the cards seem to be telling well-known stories from mythology, or from Shakespeare, but is that just what the writer is reading into the cards put down by the other travellers?

This was a re-read for me, and for some reason I enjoyed it much more this time. I found these stories and the storytelling more interesting, so perhaps I was just more in the mood for this type of book. show less

Reason read: June 2025 botm, Reading 1001. This was an audiobook and I am sure would have been better to actually read the book. The book has pictures of the tarot cards and this is a book about visual communication. My impression was that this was two settings; a castle, a tavern so there would be two points of view. The stories seem to be interconnected by the fact that they were travelers and none of them could speak. The use of the tarot cards as story telling and using archtypes and myths was an important component to this story. Having knowledge of tarot cards probably would help with understanding these stories.

"The Castle of Crossed Destinies" explores the themes of storytelling, fate, and the power of visual communication. It show more examines how narratives are created and interpreted, both through the use of words and images (like tarot cards), and how these narratives can be both meaningful and ambiguous. The interconnected stories of the characters also touch on archetypes like choice, desire, and existential struggle, highlighting universal human experiences.

I would consider a reread if I find a book copy of this story. show less