Friday, December 23, 2011
On Eco, One More Time
This review of Umberto Eco's The Prague Cemetery is hard-hitting, but it is not unfair. Just one sentence that strike a chord with me: "Not only is the book stuffed with undigested historical, theological, and philosophical material that impedes any suspense, its protagonist is uninflectedly despicable. Moreover, this character is not just central to the plot, he is the voice of the novel; there is no voice, no character of any sort, to challenge him." The word "undigested" seems best to characterize most of his recent stuff, or better: "bits and pieces". "Ein ausgeschütteter Zettelkasten", as Karl Kraus would have said.