Once a creative work is released there is nothing more it's creator can do, it is now with it's audience to make of it what they will, that is if they take any notice of it at all. Some will like it, some will dislike it, some will find it "good", others "poor". One thing is certain, there is no universal right or wrong response, mine is as personal as another's and no-one can really say what the response ought to be.
That's a long-winded way of saying that Invisible Cities will, I am sure, elicit a full range of comment, it is that sort of work; enigmatic, stimulating, elusive and gobbledegook may all figure somewhere. Calvino certainly gives me pause for thought; I come back to it again and again, reading short passages and finding new ideas and feelings emerging. It is peaceful and does not make demands but subtly seeks to make me think.
Marco Polo is a traveller who has visited many cities; Kublai Khan is a ruler of many cities but who seems to know none of them and he encourages Marco Polo to recount his impressions of them so that he may wonder and question. It is all a device; none of it is real, this strange concoction of ancient and modern. Beneath all the layers of smoke and mirrors presented as a world of magical cities lies just one reality, of past splendours and dreams that are now lost and cannot be reclaimed.