Umberto Eco was kind enough to write some very readable, yet incredibly erudite, novels for people like you and me to read. Because in his day job he was a highly regarded theorist, philosopher and thinker on subjects which break the brain of most of us. Semiotics anyone?
The Name of the Rose, his most successful novel, was an international bestseller and was made into a critically acclaimed film which helped revive Sean Connery’s career.
My favourite of Umberto Eco’s novels is Foucault’s Pendulum. It is The Da Vinci Code for grownups. I learnt more about alternative histories, secret societies, bizarre sects from that one novel than from any other source. And it was thrilling. Unputdownable.
The world has lost another great today. First Harper Lee, now Umberto Eco. Literature will not be the same.
About the Contributor
While still in his twenties, John Purcell opened a second-hand bookshop in Mosman, Sydney, in which he sat for ten years reading, ranting and writing. Since then he has written, under a pseudonym, a series of very successful novels, interviewed hundreds of writers about their work, appeared at writers’ festivals, on TV (most bizarrely in comedian Luke McGregor’s documentary Luke Warm Sex) and has been featured in prominent newspapers and magazines. Now, as the Director of Books at booktopia.com.au, Australia’s largest online bookseller, he supports Australian writing in all its forms. He lives in Sydney with his wife, two children, three dogs, five cats, unnumbered gold fish and his overlarge book collection.