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Originally posted by epigone:
[b] We have not mentioned him, but Umberto Eco is both a first-tier literary theorist and a best-selling novelist.
Please be sure to let me know if this fact leads you to modify any prejudices.
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epigone,
Not only have I read
Il nome della rosa in Italian but I attended a seminar at which Eco spoke. A lovely ebullient man who shocked all the pompous bores who had written theses about him because he made a marvellous string of jokes and "didn't seem serious". He had a little academic chap with him (now famous and I've forgotten his name) who droned on and on and was obsessed by theory and was the opposite of the vital Eco. He was the modern equivalent of "il dottore Bolognese".
Later when
L'espresso seriously misrepresented, the then prime minister of New Zealand, David Lange's policy about nuclear weapons, I wrote to Umberto Eco (who had a weekly page in the journal) and asked him to straighten it out. He not only did so but wrote me a delightful letter which I still have among my treasures.
I love Umberto Eco but was turned off semiotics by his disciple, Paolo someone. I think I have remembered his name but won't write it here since my comments are a little harsh. In fairness my Italian was not up to his scholarly language which was delivered in a high, husky whisper.
In the end, like good painting, it's all in the brushwork. Umberto Eco has wit and vitality. I still laugh at his analysis of modishness. The front pack can never be caught up with by their imitators because by the time the imitators have managed to acquire the same set of manners and equipment the front pack is doing something else.
The joke was that Eco himself was attended by a retinue of imitators. He didn't mention that fact

Janet
PS:
Just saw that Tim

Touché.
[This message has been edited by Janet Kenny (edited October 10, 2005).]