Showing posts with label Umberto Eco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Umberto Eco. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

The death of Virgil ( first reading ) by Hermann Broch




"Entering a novel is like going on a climb in the moutains:
 you have to learn the rhythm of respiration, acquire the pace;
 otherwise you stop right away." 

Umberto Eco



Sometimes, a mountain is just too high, the cliffs too steep, the edges to sharp. So it is with books, who are sometimes too dense, too bright, too… erudite, so that the reader, like an exhausted mountaineer, decides to give up and turn back.

After three weeks of toiling through the pages of The death of Virgil by Hermann Broch, I have given up. Yes I have and I am not ashamed to confess it. I am not strong enough yet to reach the top of that mountain of a book.

But I am not leaving these steep heights frustrated or angry or with a feeling of failure. I know that I got as far as I could without oxygen. I finished and understood the first chapter, I read a few pages of the second chapter but was driven back by fierce winds of incomprehension, I read a good part of chapter three, but did not finish it from lack of sleep… and I had a glimpse of what the fourth and last chapter could bring. 

I had epiphanies of beauty in the page – long sentences. Pure prose poetry, a whole canvas of exquisiteness captured in a single phrase. 
I scouted the structure of the book, I know where I will need to stock some canisters of oxygen and extra food next time…
I have discovered and understood a few of the themes, it is about Art and the relation of Art and the Artist and the Artist suffering for his Art.

Defeated for now, but I’ll be back…

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The Prague cemetery by Umberto Eco


I am not much into reviewing these days, but for Umberto Eco’s “Prague Cemetery”, I’ll make an exception because it is an important and intelligent book.

The book starts as an ugly cartoon, with the main character Simone Simoni, (the most despicable character ever) ranting and spitting against Jews, Germans, Rosicrucians, Catholics and so on. Simoni lives at the end of the 19th century and is a master – forger, making fake documents on demand for any organization, secret or official, who wants to implicate, insult or attack any other organization, minority, nationality and so on. For heinous as he is, Simone has a lot of customers.
Most readers remain unconcerned and relaxed until they realize that while Simone is a fictional character, all others, victims and bad guys alike are real historic people. These things really happened. It gets really uncomfortable when we recognize the evil from our history books…the Dreyfuss affair for instance based on the Anti-Semitic  – inspired false documents and later the protocols of the Elders of Zion, a fake document, quoted by a certain Adolph Hitler in his “Mein Kampf “ to scapegoat the Jewish community  with the results we know…

Chilling…

There is much more in the book and it is strongly recommended, for after some time, Eco’s message materializes in our daily life.
-          Someone reminds me that Europe is an Islamic state. He shows a PowerPoint with statistics as a proof that there is a vast Muslim conspiracy out there to take over Europe
-          Assange is a conspirator who wants to bring down democracies…
-          In the journal  I read, I am reminded that the US have secret documents that proof – without any doubt – that chemical weapons are used by the Syrian government. We are still waiting for the proofs that Iraq had WMD.


The 21th century is not that much different from the 19th after all

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Umberto Eco's autograph

In 2002, Umberto Eco was in Brussels for the graduation ceremony of the continental students of the Open University. The OU honored the author and philosopher  with an honorary degree for his renowned contribution to the arts and sciences.

When I heard he would be the guest - speaker, I made sure I had my paperback Baudolino with me.

At the end of his speech ( about how the world wide web could be a threat to serious academic research ), I managed to greet him, exchange a few words and get his autograph.

Cool !


Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Infinity of Lists by Umberto Eco






























Do you remember what young Jim Hawkins and his scared mother found in the sea chest of captain Billy Bones when he collapsed quiet unexpectedly? Could you list the items collected in that fascinating burgher closet in which Bruce Chatwin discovered that piece of dinosaur skin found on the icy shores of Patagonia? Could you tell us, without cheating, what dear Leopold Bloom found when opening his drawer in his house in Eccles street ?

No?

That is a pity, because lists, my dear friends are our last line of defence when engulfed by that dark chaos in which we live. They are our last ramparts to bring order to things.

This is true for shopping lists, to do lists, books to be read in 2010 lists, Top 10 of best Russian books and the basic existential reason which makes Booklovers use Librarything to turn their cosy chaos of un untended book collections into a professionally tagged, ready at hand, complete and organised Library.

Listing as a way to bring order to chaos is the topic of Umberto Eco’s “ The Infinity of lists”

There is unfortunately not much of Eco in this book. The book is in fact an anthology of lists, introduced by Eco and with some commentary added by the master to explain the numerous illustrations.

But the book is a gem. It is the kind of book you would like to give to a sensitive, artistic adolescent in order to push him or her gently towards “greatness”. This is the book you could put on the night table in the guestroom of the perfect house. You would offer mental rest together with your loving hospitality and safe comfort. This is basically the book you would hand to a sailor to comfort him when the chaos of the North – Atlantic - in – winter unleashes its chaotic terror.

This vast anthology of lists, more pictures than text hypnotizes the reader from the moment you open the pages:

- it catalogues all the Greek ships en route to Troy as described by Homer in "The Catalogue of Ships" part of the Illiad.
- It describes in all detail the world depicted on Achilles magnificent shield made by the god Hephaestus
- A list of all the devils, all the saints
- There are the Pannini depictions of art galleries
- There are depictions of Wunder – and Kunstkammers, cabinets of curiosities, rooms filled with “all the strange animals in the world”
- There is a who’s who depicted by David in his painting of The Coronation of Napoleon
- There are the Mesopotamian panels depicting battles, The Marriage of Thetis and Peleus and The Judgement of Paris and the Trojan War by Matthias Gerung, so full of figures that they really create a feeling of vertigo.
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And so on and so on, the whole book is crammed with learned, insightful, provocative, intriguing and arcane lists who will keep you mesmerized again and again

Says Eco to an interviewer of the German “ Der Spiegel” :

The list is the origin of culture. It's part of the history of art and literature. What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible. It also wants to create order -- not always, but often. And how, as a human being, does one face infinity? How does one attempt to grasp the incomprehensible? Through lists, through catalogs, through collections in museums and through encyclopedias and dictionaries. There is an allure to enumerating how many women Don Giovanni slept with: It was 2,063, at least according to Mozart's librettist, Lorenzo da Ponte.

'We Like Lists Because We Don't Want to Die'