Biography[ edit ] Calasso was born in Florence in , into a family of the Tuscan upper class, well connected with some of the great Italian intellectuals of their time. His maternal grandfather Ernesto Codignola was a professor of philosophy at Florence University. He was arrested by the fascist militia after the assassination of Giovanni Gentile and sentenced to be killed in reprisal, but was saved by the intervention of both friends of Gentile, with whom the family had connections on the maternal side, and by the German consul Gerhard Wolf. In the family moved to Rome, where Calasso developed a passion for cinema.

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Shelves: murder-weapons , bedrock A bloody, feverish story has embedded itself in the sky. It reminds us that it will go on happening forever. Fitting, that in this retelling of what are some of the oldest stories known to man that Ka translates as the space between, or Who?

For its the mystery that we are after in this existence. Now I know that this question will haunt us forever, until time itself dissolves. Calassos book accounts the gods, as if, in their doings, our own plight is revealed. And like the waters, it assumes the shapes of those forces that press upon it. The mind was what transformed and what was transformed.

It was the warmth, the hidden flame behind the bones, the succession and dissolution of shapes sketched on the darkness — and the sensation of knowing that was happening. Pampered by its own omnipotence, its own capacity to connect and identify everything with everything, the mind needs an obstacle at least as big as the world. But perhaps this flaw is a blessing or even the vital force in that telling itself.

To be precise: they may survive but they cannot understand. If you read as a means and not an end, i. Fascinating journeying through the book, I found myself wishing that it never ended, rather than getting to the end.

Now my only choice is to keep re-reading it. Such a treat.



Each of its fourteen chapters foregrounds a particular figure, such as Prajapati, Shiva, Krishna, or the Buddha, or a story such as the Mahabharata. And each chapter is made up of vignettes ranging from short paragraphs to several pages in length, which link together to form a coherent stream but to an extent can stand alone. Though the individual passages are often dazzling little gems in their own right, the way they are worked together into a larger mosaic is just as impressive. There are sections of quite fast-moving narrative: Then Garuda looked around.


Roberto Calasso

Disida It was the time when all the great ones were conducting. Calasso was born in Florence ininto a family of goberto Tuscan upper class, well connected with some of the great Italian intellectuals of their time. However, it turned out to be more a setting out of some of the principles of Hindu philosophy, using some of the stories to hang that on to. May 20, Neha Asthana rated it it was amazing.

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