Reading 'Mr Palomar' feels like stepping into a quieter, more introspective corner of Italo Calvino's universe compared to his other works. While 'Invisible Cities' dazzles with its poetic urban fantasies and 'If on a winter’s night a traveler' plays with narrative structure like a literary puzzle, 'Mr Palomar' is different—it’s a meditation disguised as a novel. The protagonist’s obsessive observations of mundane things (a wave, a cheese, a lawn) reveal Calvino’s genius in finding cosmic questions in tiny details. It’s less about plot and more about the rhythm of thought, almost like a philosophical diary.
What fascinates me is how it mirrors Calvino’s own shift in later life—less flamboyant experimentation, more distilled wisdom. The book’s structure (three sections with three subsections each) feels deliberate, like a mathematical sonnet. It’s not as flashy as 'Cosmicomics', but it lingers longer. I keep returning to that scene where Palomar tries to count the waves—it’s hilarious and profound, a perfect snapshot of human futility and curiosity.
If you’ve ever binge-read Calvino’s works back-to-back, 'Mr Palomar' stands out like a minimalist painting in a gallery of kaleidoscopes. Where 'The Baron in the trees' feels like a whimsical fable and 'The Cloven Viscount' drips with dark allegory, this one’s stripped down to bare bones. Palomar’s neurotic precision—measuring cheese slices, dissecting bird behavior—is Calvino turning his own writerly obsessions inward. It’s got the same playful intelligence as his other books, but channeled into something quieter, almost vulnerable.
I adore how it contrasts with, say, 'Marcovaldo', which also finds wonder in ordinary things but through a childlike lens. Palomar is an aging scholar overthinking everything, and that tension between his analytical mind and life’s chaos feels deeply personal. The prose is crystalline where 'Invisible Cities' is lush—proof that Calvino could make restraint as thrilling as extravagance.
'Mr Palomar' is Calvino in a tweed jacket, sipping espresso while his other works party in sequins. It’s cerebral where 'The Nonexistent Knight' is absurdist, methodical where 'Cosmicomics' explodes with imagination. But here’s the magic: it makes staring at a turtleneck in a shop window feel epic. I love how it distills his themes—perception, patterns, the limits of knowledge—into tiny, obsessive vignettes. Unlike the sprawling casts of his earlier works, this is a solo performance, and it’s glorious in its loneliness.
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"You want to suck my cock?" He grabbed the base of his dick and gave it a stroke, "Is that what you want, little wolf?"
"Yes, Alpha," I didn't hesitate. My lips darted out to kiss the tip and his hips jerked involuntarily.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, "Open your mouth for me, sweetheart. Let me feel those pretty lips around my cock."
***
My father’s best friend should be off limits.
Especially when he’s the Alpha of our pack.
But after walking in on my dad and my best friend in bed, I ran straight into Alpha Lorenzo’s arms… and into a temptation I can’t resist.
He’s older, and dangerous. And the one man I should never want.
Yet when he touches me, every rule slipped out the window.
Because the moment his lips claim mine, the truth hits hard.
The Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake. Or did she?
CAMILLA WALTERS thought she had come to the end of the road when fate caught up with her. No where left to run or hide, on the verge of becoming fish food at the hands of drug runners she owed a lot of money to.
That was until fate brought her ALEXI, head of the family CARRERO - The unexpected hero who saved her ass and changed her life in one easy manouvre.
Who knew she would have to sign her soul over to the devil in a bid to stay alive and in doing so, lose her heart and mind in the process.
This is not your typical hearts and roses story - Let the games begin and the war commence.
This is book 7 in The Carrero Series, although you can read this without prior books. There are back story hints from previous books worked in, so this new trio can be read alone.
For a fuller understanding then start with The Carrero Effect .
He forgot the woman he loved… but his body remembers her.
Three years after a brutal accident erased Zara Matthews from Valerio Cruz’s memory, she returns to Cruz Holdings as his secretary once again—hiding a dangerous truth: the cold, ruthless billionaire CEO she never stopped loving is also the father of her son. A son Valerio doesn’t know exists.
But the moment Zara steps back into his world, everything begins to unravel.
Valerio cannot explain the obsession that ignites whenever she is near. The stolen glances or the flashes of heat and memory. The feeling that he has touched her before in ways far too intimate to forget. As the tension between them turns explosive, Zara begins uncovering the horrifying truth behind the accident that destroyed their lives: Valerio’s memory loss was never natural. Someone erased her from his memory deliberately.
Now, buried secrets, corporate betrayal, a dangerous conspiracy, and a child caught in the middle threaten to destroy them both. And when Valerio is forced to choose between the truth and the life he’s been manipulated into living, the consequences could cost him everything—including Zara.
Because some love survives heartbreak, and some survive betrayal.
But can love survive being deliberately forgotten?
When I pushed open the oakwood door to the manor’s study, I never expected to walk into such a scene.
Juliana was sprawled across the desk, her posture leaving little to the imagination.
As if not R-rated enough, her mini dress was pulled up to her waist, and her black lace clung to her thigh, barely covering her modesty.
She looked back with a smile.
“Alessia, my back is acting up again. Matteo’s just helping me out.”
Matteo, my husband and a Don, rose to his feet, a tube of ointment in hand.
He didn’t look like someone who had been caught out. “She couldn’t reach her back, so I thought I ought to lend a hand.”
Matteo grabbed the dressing and pressed the gauze against her skin. He sure took his time.
Tilting her head, Juliana met my gaze.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. We grew up together. That’s how family is. We don’t care about that kind of stuff.”
In my past life, I bolted into the room and grabbed Juliana by the hair to yank her off the desk.
She turned to the side, shoving me hard into the sharp corner of the desk. I hit my head on the cold marble edge.
The next thing I knew, I was a dead body in the morgue.
This time, I stood in the doorway motionlessly.
Since Juliana wanted to play the game, I’d be sure to hold my cards close to my chest.
Caleb Da Stephano is the illegitimate son of the powerful Russ DA Stephano and grandson of Gus Da Stephano.
After Caleb's companies gets taken from him as the heir by Gus Da Stephano following his reckless lifestyle, he is forced into depression which leads him to a one night stand with the woman he never imagined he would be seeing in his life again, talk more of sleeping with.
His elementary school nemesis.
After catching her boyfriend sleeping with her Co worker at their apartment while trying to make it to the hospital on time before her mother dies of cancer, Mabel Lora finds her life crumbling, leaving her numb, only to find solace at a bar, in an unknown part of the city where only the stinking rich belonged.
She's saved from holligans by Caleb, subjecting them to a one night stand.
Unknown to the two of them, fate had brought two enemies together once again for a purpose.
He’s dangerous, addictive, and Her newest assignment.
The future she desperately hopes for rests in the palm of his hands.
Breathtakingly handsome and painfully private, he’s the sinner who killed a saint.
That’s what the world sees when they catch a glimpse of Caleb Da Stephano.
Her job is to understand him.
His goal is to break her.
Only one of their hearts will survive.
Let the cruel games begin.
Her father put him in prison, and she let him out.
Italy’s most notorious criminal, Emilio Vitale, has criminal charges that are enough to put him in prison for life.
That all changes when Chiara is given an assignment to interview him three years after her father puts him in jail. Things go south, and Emilio escapes from custody. Chiara thinks she will never see him again, but she can’t be more wrong.
Emilio has other plans, and he is far from done with rocking Chiara’s boat and punishing her father by using her as a pawn. Somewhere along the way, they forget they are supposed to hate one another, and they break the laws of attraction.
Their attraction is magnetic and impossible to ignore.
Can these two weather storms find happiness where there isn’t any? In a world where it’s impossible for them to find love, they find each other.
***
He backed me into a wall, putting his hand above my head to cage me in.
“This isn’t original, Vitale. Stay away from me, or I will call the cops on you.” I threatened, ignoring how wildly my heart was beating against my chest.
His scent was intoxicating and I hated how my body reacted to him.
He used his free hand to brush a strand of my hair out of my face and leaned in like he was about to kiss me. Embarrassingly enough, I closed my eyes in anticipation.
“Does that little boyfriend of yours get your body in a frenzy like I do? I bet he doesn’t let you cum.” He asked as he traced his fingers down my waist to my hips. “I bet I would have you screaming my name in seconds. Will you let me?”
Reading 'Mr Palomar' feels like wandering through a labyrinth of thoughts where every observation spirals into deeper philosophical questions. Calvino crafts Mr Palomar as this meticulous, almost neurotic observer of mundane things—waves, cheese, a lawn—but twists each moment into existential meditation. It’s not just about seeing; it’s about the absurdity and beauty of trying to make sense of the world. The way he dissects a simple act like staring at the ocean, only to get lost in the infinite patterns, mirrors how humans crave meaning but often find chaos instead.
What sticks with me is how Calvino balances humor and profundity. Palomar’s obsession with cataloging stars or decoding a gecko’s behavior becomes a quiet satire of human pretension. Yet, beneath that, there’s tenderness—like when he agonizes over tortoise mating, blending awkwardness with genuine wonder. The theme isn’t just 'observation' but the fragility of perception itself. It’s a book that makes you laugh at how seriously we take our tiny place in the universe while still leaving you awed by it.