A Count falls for a charming young reptile who lives on an island lost off the Portuguese coast. In its writing and conception the book belongs to the fabulous-modernist mode of Italian literature familiar to readers of Calvino. One discovers here an original way of talking about the human soul, for which the iguana can be read as a metaphor, perhaps. An intriguing book.
‘The horizon showed only a flush of amber light, yet there was still a leeward glimpse of the low, naked coast of Portugal until, shadow-like, it finally disappeared.’ p11
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