#umberto eco
Trying to envisage the alternate world in which the media I favor were popular and the sort of discourse that would erupt.
Annihilation discourse?
Trails of Cold Steel discourse?
Lawrence of Arabia discourse?
His Dark Materials discourse (we had that for a while, but it died down)
Umberto Eco discourse? Borgesdiscourse?
The point is that I’m not better than anyone. But by God I amlucky.
Can you imagine the cultural appropriation discourse about Diotallevi
or absolutely anything involving Captain Simonini
“See here. In the world, there are morons, idiots, fools, and lunatics.”
“Is anyone left out?”
“Yes, such as the two of us. Or at least, to be polite, me. But, really, anyone belongs to one of these groups. Each of us is, once in a while, a moron, an idiot, a fool, or a lunatic. Let’s say the ideal person is the one who mixes in a reasonable proportion these components. […] Don’t take my theory for spun gold. I’m not setting the universe in place; I’m just saying what is a lunatic to a publishing house. […] The moron can’t talk or move at all; he lacks coordination. He enters a revolving door the wrong way.”
“How?”
“He can; that’s what makes him a moron. We don’t care about him; you can recognize him immediately, and he does not come to us to publish a book. Let’s pass over.”
“Let’s.”
“Idiocy is more complex. It’s social behavior. The idiot speaks outside the glass.” […] He pointed at the table outside his glass. “He would speak of what’s inside the glass, but as it is he speaks outside of it. In common terms, if you will, he does faux pas, the one who asks how’s your wife doing to the guy whose wife just left him. […] He makes everyone awkward, but gives them something to talk about. At his best, he’s a diplomat, he draws attention from someone else’s faux pas. But we don’t care, he’s not creative, he’s derivative, so he doesn’t submit manuscripts to publishers. The idiot doesn’t say that cats bark, he talks about cats when others are talking about dogs. He gets conversation wrong, and when he does it properly, it’s sublime. […] The idiot is Joachim Murat, who reviews his officers, and sees one, covered in medals, from Martinique. ‘Vous êtes nègre?’ [You’re a black man, aren’t you?] he asks. And that one: ‘Oui mon général! [Yes, my general!] And Murat: ‘Bravò, bravò, continuez!’ [Good, good, keep it up!] And so on. Do you follow? Excuse me if I drink another one, I’m celebrating a momentous decision: I’ve stopped drinking. Say nothing, you’ll make me feel guilty.”
“What about fools?”
“Ah. The fool is not wrong in behavior, but in reasoning. He’s one to say that all dogs are pets, and all dogs bark, but cats are pets as well, and therefore bark. Or that all Athenians are mortal, all people from Piraeus are mortal, therefore all people from Piraeus are Athenians.”
“Which is true.”
“Yes, but by chance. A fool may say the right thing, but for the wrong reason.”
“We can say wrong things, but at least let the reason be right.”
“By God, yes. Otherwise, why bother being rational animals? […] The fool is subtle. You can recognize at once an idiot (let alone a moron), but the fool reasons almost as you do, except for a minuscule deviation. He’s a master of paradox. Many books by fools are published, because they are convincing at first sight. A publisher can’t be expected to recognize fools. Scientific academies don’t, why should publishers?”
“Philosophy doesn’t. Saint Anselm’s ontological argument is foolish. God must exist because I can think of him as the being with all perfections, including existence. He confuses existence in thought with existence in reality.”
“Sure, but the refutation by Gaunilo is foolish as well: I can think of an island in the sea even if it’s not there. He confuses thought of contingence with thought of necessity.”
“A duel of fools.”
“Of course, and God laughs himself silly. He made himself unthinkable just to prove that Anselm and Gaunilo were fools. What a sublime purpose for creation!” […]
“How deep. It’s two AM, the bar’s about to close, and we’re still missing lunatics.”
“Here they are. You can recognize the lunatic: he’s a fool with no craft. The fool tries to prove his point, his logic is twisted but it’s there. The lunatic doesn’t bother to have a logic, he proceeds by short-circuits. To him, everything proves everything else. The lunatic has an obsession, and to confirm it everything goes. You can recognize the lunatic from the freedom he takes from the duty to find evidence, from his penchant for enlightenment. And this may seem strange to you, but sooner or later the lunatic mentions the Knights Templar.”
– Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum (1988), chapter 10
yığınla bilgileri ona zeka bahşetmedi.
umberto eco - antik yunan
bence kötülük, bir tür salaklıktan başka bir şey değil.
brecht - sezuan'ın iyi insanı
bir şişenin içinde hapisti; çocuklar ona “cadı cadı, bir isteğin var mı?“ diye sorduklarında, onlara “ölmek istiyorum,“ diye cevap vermişti.
alberto manguel - ulises'in dönüşü
brother William of Baskerwille / “Il nome de la Rosa” - “The name of the Rose”
Commissions are open :)
Review: The Prague Cemetery, by Umberto Eco
★ ★ ★ ★ ☆
“There’s a lot to be unpacked here” would be the understatement of the century. In a 19th-Century Europe packed with xenophobia, burgeoning nationalist movements and flourishing conspiracy theories, Umberto Eco uses the life, work, and struggle with amnesia of a misanthropic, xenophobic spy, traitor, and expert forger to draw a light on everything going wrong in politics today (and everything that went wrong in the 1920s and 30s). The only fictional characters and aliases are the protagonist/s and his/their own false identities.
The Prague Cemetery opens with 14 pages of the narrator describing just how much he hates pretty much everyone. If that’s not to your taste you can pretty much put the book down there. His vitriolic episodes are briefer from there on, but his hatred of everyone and everything except forgery, good food, and the satisfaction of seeing someone murdered because of false evidence he created is a constant thread throughout the rest of the book.
We definitely aren’t meant to like this guy - although I don’t doubt that, in today’s political climate, many readers did. Hopefully that’s enough to string them along until the book’s message hits; hopefully they actually understand what Eco is getting at and go away and think about it.
Simonini makes his living largely on forgeries and fraud. After he creates false evidence that sees his employer imprisoned, the government realises just how useful he could be in doing away with enemies of the state - whether it’s by creating false evidence to put in the hands of the courts, or publishing false news. As he hones his skill, the reach of his false news grows from from the occasional publication in pre-existing broadsheets and newsletters to a whole range of newspapers and magazines wholly devoted to entirely fabricated stories intended to drum up xenophobia and antisemitism. Sound familiar?
Maybe some of the book is a little ambiguous when it comes to Eco’s politics. His protagonist is a key figure in the fake news that government and shadow-government groups are using to twist the population’s emotions and opinions to serve their needs, after all. But he devotes plenty of the book to tearing down exactly this kind of thing:
Patriotism is the last refuge of cowards; those without moral principles usually wrap a flag around themselves, and the bastards always talk about the purity of the race… The meaning of identity is now based on hatred, on hatred for those who are not the same.
And later, even more reminiscent of Trump (though I don’t doubt that the current situation in Italy weighs even more heavily on Eco’s mind):
The stupidity of these people is such that even today, if I were to say I’ve been fooling them, they wouldn’t believe me.
The Prague Cemetery is no mere period piece. The parallels to the banal horror of today’s media and politics, and the book’s central message, will be as clear as daylight to anyone who already agrees with Eco. I just hope the moral of the story doesn’t fly over the heads of those inevitable readers who’ll be drawn to the book because they see themselves in Simonini, though in reality they’re more like the densest and most credulous of his believers.
My current read: The Prague Cemetery, by Umberto Eco. A straight-up villain and all-round arsehole is the protagonist. I’m pretty sure that on one level it’s an allegory for the current situation in politics and news media (primarily in Italy, but pretty much anywhere), but I’d also find it a bit easier to follow the plot and grasp the setting if I had an intimate understanding of 19th-Century Italian political history.
Includes a bunch of illustrations from the period. Most of them are so good, and so fitting, that I thought they were commissioned especially for the book. Others have visible jpg artifacts.
everyone talks about tolkien’s lengthy descriptions of trees and forests, but i have yet to hear anyone mention umberto eco’s FIVE PAGE LONG CONFUSING DESCRIPTION OF A DOOR