Showing posts with label Umberto Eco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Umberto Eco. Show all posts

Thursday, 31 March 2016

Monday, 22 February 2016

Distant Eco

In the light of the sad passing of Umberto Eco, I am tickled to discover - turning, for the first time, to the opening pages of The Name of the Rose - that the 'missing' manuscript on which Eco's first and still most famous novel is entirely predicated is only missing because a woman 'he' was sleeping with ran off with it.

Thursday, 21 January 2016

Favourite footnotes: 11

I may have been wrong about this.
- Umberto Eco, Confessions of a Young Novelist

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Books I've actually finished lately: 103
























After I publish a text on semiotics, I devote my time either to recognizing what was wrong or to demonstrating that those who did not understand it in the way I meant were misreading it. 
- Umberto Eco

Thursday, 18 September 2014

The translator's victory

Once, during work on Calvino's great comic novel If On a Winter's Night a Traveller, a running battle ensued over use of the word 'feedback', which Weaver repeatedly struck out of the typescript, and Calvino repeatedly re-inserted. (In the end, Weaver won: Calvino died before he was able to see the final proofs.)
- Ian Thompson, in his Guardian obit of the legendary William Weaver