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Postscript to the Name of the Rose Postscript to the Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
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“Thus I rediscovered what writers have always known (and have told us again and again): books always speak of other books, and every story tells a story that has already been told.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“Entering a novel is like going on a climb in the mountains: you have to learn the rhythm of respiration, acquire the pace; otherwise you stop right away.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“When the writer (or the artist in general) says he has worked without giving any thought to the rules of the process, he simply means he was working without realizing he knew the rules.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“Rem tene, verba sequentur: grasp the subject, and the words will follow. This, I believe, is the opposite of what happens with poetry, which is more a case of verba tene, res sequenter: grasp the words, and the subject will follow.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“I lacked the courage to investigate the weaknesses of the wicked, because I discovered they are the same as the weaknesses of the saintly.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“I felt like poisoning a monk.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“The author should die once he has finished writing. So as not to trouble the path of the text.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“Is it possible to say "It was a beautiful morning at the end of November" without feeling like Snoopy?”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“The fine thing about pacts with the devil is that when you sign them you are well aware of their conditions. Otherwise, why would you be recompensed with hell?”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“In the Middle Ages, cathedrals and convents burned like tinder; imagining a medieval story without a fire is like imagining a World War II movie in the Pacific without a fighter plane shot down in flames.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“For two years I have refused to answer idle questions on the order of "Is your novel an open work or not?" How should I know? That is your business, not mine. Or "With which of your characters do you identify?" For God's sake, with whom does an author identify? With the adverbs, obviously.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“It seems that the Parisian Oulipo group has recently constructed a matrix of all possible murder-story situations and has found that there is still to be written a book in which the murderer is the reader.

Moral: there exist obsessive ideas, they are never personal; books talk among themselves, and any true detection should prove that we are the guilty party.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“This has nothing to do with realism (even if it explains also realism). A completely real world can be constructed, in which asses fly and princesses are restored to life by a kiss, but that world, purely possible and unrealistic, must exist according to structures defined at the outset (we have to know whether it is a world where a princess can be restored to life only by the kiss of a prince, or also by that of a witch, and whether the princess's kiss tranforms only frogs into princes or also, for example, armadillos).”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“[W]hen I put Jorge in the library I did not yet know he was the murderer. He acted on his own, so to speak. And it must not be thought that this is an 'idealistic' position, as if I were saying that the characters have an autonomous life and the author, in a kind of trance, makes them behave as they themselves direct him. That kind of nonsense belongs in term papers. The fact is that the characters are obliged to act according to the laws of the world in which they live. In other words, the narrator is the prisoner of his own premises.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“I wrote a novel because I had a yen to do it. I believe this is sufficient reason to set out to tell a story.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“I discovered ... that a novel has nothing to do with words in the first instance. Writing a novel is a cosmological matter, like the story told by Genesis (we all have to choose our role models, as Woody Allen puts it).”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“What model reader did I want as i was writing? An accomplice, to be sure, one who would play my game.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“After all, the fundamental question of philosophy (like that of psychoanalysis) is the same as the question of the detective novel: who is guilty?”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
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“Автору следовало бы умереть, закончив книгу. Чтобы не становиться на пути текста.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“Нужно сковывать себя ограничениями – тогда можно свободно выдумывать.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose
“Постмодернистская позиция напоминает мне положение человека, влюбленного в очень образованную женщину. Он понимает, что не может сказать ей "люблю тебя безумно", потому что понимает, что она понимает (а она понимает, что он понимает), что подобные фразы - прерогатива Лиала. Однако выход есть. Он должен сказать: "По выражению Лиала - люблю тебя безумно". При этом он избегает деланной простоты и прямо показывает ей, что не имеет возможности говорить по-простому; и тем не менее он доводит до ее сведения то, что собирался довести,- то есть что он любит ее, но что его любовь живет в эпоху утраченной простоты. Если женщина готова играть в ту же игру, она поймет, что объяснение в любви осталось объяснением в любви. Ни одному из собеседников простота не дается, оба выдерживают натиск прошлого, натиск всего до-них-сказанного, от которого уже никуда не денешься, оба сознательно и охотно вступают в игру иронии... И все-таки им удалось еще раз поговорить о любви.”
Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose