This is a riveting classic. It flows with descriptive representations of impossible places and odd times. Calvino knows how to image a city with visceral detail. For me, this book unpacks New York, as a fantasy within a fantasy - ever-changing and therefore never truly knowing.    

Here is the best example of the ecological end. We are killing ourselves. The earth is full. Humanity needs to account for its vast imposition on the land. Tim is well versed in eschatology - specifically by the destruction of the climate. It reminds me of all the vestigial bad parts of Los Angeles.