“I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.”Umberto Eco, in Foucault’s Pendulum
It all starts with a man hiding in a museum, a friend in need, and files of a word processor in a computer. A few pages later, we’ve already embarked on a perfectly crafted page-turner thriller that has semiotics, secret societies, religious and historical mysteries of mankind, and nonsensical conspiracy theories as the main characters.
This book is for readers who can laugh at philosophical jokes, chuckle when Templars are compared to Tom and Jerry, and whoever can understand and appreciate the beauty of the mind of one of the best authors in the twentieth century, Umberto Eco.
I’ve read Foucault’s Pendulum, by Umberto Eco, and I want to read these 680 pages again, and again, until I can grasp 1% of Eco’s ability to tell spectacular stories using substances of a vast accumulation of learning (which is another long project to follow), and in a way I can provoke my reader and grab their attention from page one to page 680.