[books 2012] The Prague Cemetery
Apr. 8th, 2012 04:23 pm18. The Prague Cemetery by Umberto Eco
I can safely say I enjoyed this more than any of his books since Foucault's Pendulum. It has a kind of similar theme, being about conspiracy theories.
In this case, though, it's about how all the great "conspiracies" of the 19th century were perpetrated by one man, a despicable Piedmontese called Simonini who hates women, Jesuits, Jews and Masons. He is apprenticed to a notary who forges legal documents and learns well. The authorities in the Napoleonic era find out about his creative endeavours and send him as a spy to Sicily to make up stories about what is going on there.
I'm really glad I just read Davies' Vanished Kingdoms. Otherwise I would have been even more lost in the politics of the Napoleonic era and the making of Italy. It also made me realise I need to re-read The Charterhouse of Parma, which I read in 1993 and just didn't understand the history the characters were living through.
Eventually Simonini is re-located to Paris, where he makes up propaganda depicting outrageous practices of the Jews (which ultimately becomes The Protocols of the Elders of Zion), the Jesuits and the Masons (which are the most hilarious).
I struggled a bit with the first third of the book - it's been a while since I read any fiction that really demanded any brain cells. Once I got into it, I realized that a lot of what I was finding annoying was actually hilarious. I'm pretty sure the bits that reminded me of Stendahl were supposed to do so. Simonini claims to be a great gourmet and writes at length about the "quality" food he eats - which is all peasant food. And then makes a dig about Proust at the end. The whole is a satire on the convoluted politics of late 19th century France and Italy. Secret societies and conspiracy is all a bit funny if your culture is rooted in the Anglosphere; on the other hand, Italy in particular was very much shaped by them. Their military police force (the Carabinieri) bears the name of a once-secret insurrectionist group. I think he's also saying something profound about the nature of truth, and propaganda, and lies.
It's not easy, and I'm sure there's loads I missed, but I do highly recommend this book.
Incidentally, it's through this book that I found out that Alexandre Dumas was not white. In the same week that I found out that Pushkin's grandfather was a black African. So, two of the great figures 19th century European were not white. I vaguely recall that some more obscure figures of the French Symbolist movement were non-white as well. Something interesting to think about.
I can safely say I enjoyed this more than any of his books since Foucault's Pendulum. It has a kind of similar theme, being about conspiracy theories.
In this case, though, it's about how all the great "conspiracies" of the 19th century were perpetrated by one man, a despicable Piedmontese called Simonini who hates women, Jesuits, Jews and Masons. He is apprenticed to a notary who forges legal documents and learns well. The authorities in the Napoleonic era find out about his creative endeavours and send him as a spy to Sicily to make up stories about what is going on there.
I'm really glad I just read Davies' Vanished Kingdoms. Otherwise I would have been even more lost in the politics of the Napoleonic era and the making of Italy. It also made me realise I need to re-read The Charterhouse of Parma, which I read in 1993 and just didn't understand the history the characters were living through.
Eventually Simonini is re-located to Paris, where he makes up propaganda depicting outrageous practices of the Jews (which ultimately becomes The Protocols of the Elders of Zion), the Jesuits and the Masons (which are the most hilarious).
I struggled a bit with the first third of the book - it's been a while since I read any fiction that really demanded any brain cells. Once I got into it, I realized that a lot of what I was finding annoying was actually hilarious. I'm pretty sure the bits that reminded me of Stendahl were supposed to do so. Simonini claims to be a great gourmet and writes at length about the "quality" food he eats - which is all peasant food. And then makes a dig about Proust at the end. The whole is a satire on the convoluted politics of late 19th century France and Italy. Secret societies and conspiracy is all a bit funny if your culture is rooted in the Anglosphere; on the other hand, Italy in particular was very much shaped by them. Their military police force (the Carabinieri) bears the name of a once-secret insurrectionist group. I think he's also saying something profound about the nature of truth, and propaganda, and lies.
It's not easy, and I'm sure there's loads I missed, but I do highly recommend this book.
Incidentally, it's through this book that I found out that Alexandre Dumas was not white. In the same week that I found out that Pushkin's grandfather was a black African. So, two of the great figures 19th century European were not white. I vaguely recall that some more obscure figures of the French Symbolist movement were non-white as well. Something interesting to think about.