Antonioni is one of my very favorite film directors, and probably the first whose I work I truly loved because of his own unique style. This does not concern itself directly with his filmmaking, but there is a strong tangential relationship. This book is a collection of short pieces, most of them fiction. These are nicely written sketches - some have an interesting style, with the omniscient narrator putting himself into the piece and discussing things from his perspective.
There is insight to be gained into Antonioni's creative engine from these pieces. The topic and characters often resemble those of his films: alienated, middle aged bourgeois Italians, couples whose relationships are lurching toward dead ends, and lonely people in a pitiless, industrial, modern wasteland. The dialogue is infrequent and the descriptions are cool and factual. These are superficially gray narratives beneath which reside strong passions and touching dolors, and beneath those, a sense of mystery which suffuses everything.
There is a great deal of variety here as well. Many of the pieces are extremely short, less than a page, while others are considerably longer. The topic range from simple journal entries to descriptions of how creative ideas form in the artist's mind, to pieces that could fall into the category of conventional short stories and essays. Some of the short pieces seemed to be undeveloped fragments and were not that engaging. One interesting piece is the wonderful "From a 37th Floor Over Central Park", which describes the symphony that is New York City waking up in the morning.
Much of Antonioni's work points implicitly in the direction of the spiritual - his disdain for riches, his portrayals of personal pain among the glittering surfaces of the privileged. I hope this comes back into print someday. Antonioni's great films should not be, and hopefully never will be forgotten, but his writing deserves to be remembered as well.