The Baron in the Trees by Italo Calvino is a little weird, fantastic, and strange adventure!
Why did I take so wildly to Calvino’s captivating story world in the trees? I had to sit down at the base of chestnut tree to figure it out. Trees have been both my friend and my enemy. They scared the ever loving crepe myrtle out of me during Hurricane Fran. But once we cleared away the gracious and terrifying fallen oaks, we built C’est si Bon! Cooking School.
So good things and cooking schools can come out of the trees, hurricanes, and other tragedies.
If you have ever wanted to abandon your life and just escape, keep reading, though some might argue that escape is not the terrain of the Baron In The Trees.
I have been through those kinds of time. Haven’t you?
But, maybe I should back up a bit, this love for Italo goes back — for years I had a fable by Calvino posted above my desk, The Distance of the Moon. It inspired my return to explore and gave me permission to return to wondering. It was a deeply personal story too as it spoke to the drowning tragedy of my brother, Jeremy, in a way I could understand; in a fable.
That event in my life was so painful that I turned it into a fable, not in order to remember it, but to transform it, The Distance of the Moon. I’m sure I am not alone. Was it the tragedy that created the behavior or was the behavior and tendency always there, just activated by the tragedy? Of course I blamed myself for his death. Nobody but me knew I was actually mad at Jeremy that day. Why? Its ridiculous really, he asked me to tie back his hair every night. I was a little tired of this. I could tie back my own hair after all. I was taking care of myself. Why couldn’t he? We were both eighteen. For years my emotions about the night before Jeremy drowned had a range no less than phenomenal. Guilt, rage, sadness, and despair. And what I wouldn’t have given to be able to tie back Jeremy’s hair today.
In our everyday life Jeremy had more practice being mad. Mad because no one would tell us the truth about who we were. Mad because things were not right at home. And the only anger I could muster up was being pissed that he asked me to tie his hair back? I had a lot to learn. Even though he’s gone, he inspires me to tell the truth. Maybe I am entering my Jeremy phase.
But back to Calvino and the Baron in The Trees. Calvino writes about a world turned upside down. The story involves two brothers; Cosimo, the older, and Biaggio, the younger brother.
Battista, Cosmio’s sister, is reputedly a gifted culinarian.
Pate Toast with Rat Liver
Grasshopper Claws Laid Out on a Tart
Porcupine Cooked till Rosy and Tender
Its her perverse delight in killing creatures of the forest that infuriates Cosimo, who is already aghast and finds the situation of his family deplorable.
But Battista didn’t stop there, she also made jewelry out of cauliflower and hares ears, and pigs heads with lobster tongues.
Jeremy was a bit like Cosimo, the Baron in question. And as the younger sibling, I identified most with Biaggio, the one left behind to tell Cosimo, and Jeremy’s story. After Cosimo refuses to eat a bowl of snails, that his sister had prepared in a revolting way, Cosimo takes his principles and makes his life in the trees. And there he lived until the surprising end of his life.
“Cosimo had raised his head too and was looking fixedly at the balloon. At the second when the anchor rope passed near him, gave one of those leaps he so often used to do in his youth, gripped the rope, with his feet on the anchor and his body in a hunch, and so we saw him fly away, taken by the wind, scarce braking the course of the balloon, and vanished out to sea..”
In that strange way of fables, just as the winds took Cosimo away, so it seems, the winds of Hurricane Fran brought Jeremy back to me.
Mentioned in the beginning of the novel is cold minestrone, but which you can serve hot, and I’m pretty sure you’ll like much better than a macabre recipe of Battista’s.
1 oz basil leaves
