|New Essays on Umberto Eco: ed. Peter Bondanella|
The Name of the Rose has stayed with me over the years and it is one of those works I enjoy to revisit and read again every five or so years, as I am always able to discover something new within its pages. Each re-reading is rather like revisiting a richly decorated Orthodox church, but each revisit one is able to appreciate (more) the artwork, or the rich smell of incense, or knowing the hagiography of the saints in the murals, etc even though one feels as if one knows the place already, inside and out. Re-reading The Name of the Rose mirrors this experience for me; as although I know the storyline, I know the murderer and their motivation, I find myself able to discover something new or my understanding is greater, and I feel that though the track is familiar, the pathway has changed.
|The cover of the first edition that I read of The Name of the Rose.|
I consider myself to be sufficiently open minded to, at the very least read and appreciate books that other people enjoy and suggest to me, some of which work, others don't. Ten years ago I was recommended the Harry Potter cycle of books. However, I gave up midway through the first book, as I felt it was badly written, aimed at children and devoid of charm. For a long time I didn't understand the need for adults to read what might be seen as children's books; a case in point being the Twilight franchise. Hence my initial skepticism when approaching Philip Pullman and his Dark Materials works. How wrong I was... So once again, if close friends and family - people I trust, recommend something to me I am more likely to give it a go, whether mainstream or not. As a result of this illumination I have discovered the likes of Walter Moers, Donna Tartt, Alison Weir, Margaret Barker, Mika Waltari, Marcus Zusak, Paolo Coelho, Karen Maitland, George R. R. Martin, to name but a few...