I´m just nearing the finnishing lines of The Island of the Day Before, very briefly described as a book dealing with the matter of longitudes, and I gasp almost every other page when I think of that this is only one of a mound of books this man has written. I sort of think of Eco as a man who has lived several lives. I mean a normal person beginns learning as a child, and by the time he or she is an adult they have accumulated quite a bit of knowledge, which you can then see in various litterary pieces that person might produce. But Eco writes as if he has accumulated knowledge for centuries! His brain has enormous capacity! There is just no way I could get anywhere near that mix of imagination and complete account of all technological innovations since the middle ages...
The language is fantastic, and this is still only translated editions, but I´m not gonna be so raving about it that I take on learning Italian...
In one chapter, titeled "Anatomy of Erotic Melancholy", the main character suffers its horrible symptoms.
"the image of the beloved awakes love, insinuating itself as simulacrum
through the meatus of the eyes, those doorkeepers and spies of the soul? But
afterwards the amourous impression allows itself to glide slowly through the
veins until it reaches the liver, stimulating concupiscence, which moves the
whole body to sedition, leads straight to the conquest of the citadel of the
heart, whence it attacks the more noble powers of the brain and enslaves
them"
My english dictionary can´t even handle that. How does he do it?
Meet the antagonist in the book, who describes women as:
"the portrait of inconsistency, minister of fraud, fickle in speech,
belated in action, and quick in caprice. Educated by would be ascetics who
never ceased reminding him that El hombre es el fuego, la mujer la estopa, viene
el diablo y sopla, he was accustomed to considering every daughter of Eve an
imperfect animal, an error of Nature, a torture for the eyes if ugly, a
suffering of the heart if beautiful, tyrant of any who loved her, enmy for any
who scourned her, disordered in her desires, implacable in her dislikes, capable
of enchanting with the mouth and enchaining with the eyes"
Well if that fellow didn´t have issues I dunno...
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