The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
As always, Umberto Eco is impeccable in the detailed twist of his own imagination and intellectual prowess. This tale starts off from a place of reason, in the cloister of an abby in Italy, the centerpiece of calmness in the medieval world, and ends with the full force of unreason pouring down. A mystery that is solved and revealed to be nothing more than a non-mystery in the sense of an evil master, and the chaos that ensues when we strive too deeply for what we desire.
The happenings are mysterious and too great to be recounted in a way. Towards the end, you may wonder what is going to become, how can Eco wrap this up? He does so in a way that is satisfying too. The folly of wisdom and the necessary strength of faith. Not in ourselves but as a reference to anchor us.
In a way, we still fight over the nominalisms of various movements. We take too seriously the differences we make of each other and ignore the fact that the center changes with each movement. Very poetic ending, Eco.
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