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"From the best-selling author of The Name of the Rose and The Prague Cemetery, a novel about the murky world of media politics, conspiracy, and murder. A newspaper committed to blackmail and mud slinging, rather than reporting the news. A paranoid editor, walking through the streets of Milan, reconstructing fifty years of history against the backdrop of a plot involving the cadaver of Mussolini's double. The murder of Pope John Paul I, the CIA, red terrorists handled by secret services, twenty years of bloodshed, and events that seem outlandish until the BBC proves them true. A fragile love story between two born losers, a failed ghost writer, and a vulnerable girl, who specializes in celebrity gossip yet cries over the second movement of Beethoven's Seventh. And then a dead body that suddenly appears in a back alley in Milan. Set in 1992 and foreshadowing the mysteries and follies of the following twenty years, Numero Zero is a scintillating take on our times from the best-selling author of The Name of the Rose and Foucault's Pendulum"--… (more)
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Foucault's Pendulum was sort of a dark book. In this book the dark forces we could see in FP have made huge progress. Somehow, though, Eco doesn't seem to have the spirit in him to build a great story around them this time.
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I hardly know what to say about this last work of the late author, who died two days after I finished reading it. It isn't really a novel. In a way it reminds me of some sacred texts of various religions: a
The fictional situation, in barest terms, is that a group of journalists of somewhat dubious repute are hired to put together back-dated issues of a newspaper that will never be published. It will exist only to make certain prospective readers uncomfortable, for purposes of influencing them. The first-person narrator is engaged to chronicle the project. The absurdity of the premise seems to be irrelevant to the development of the story.
Let me acknowledge candidly that the book seems to require a lot more prior knowledge than I bring to it: an awareness of Italian history, politics, and culture that I simply don't have. As I went on, I saw this as a disadvantage because I don't have a way to think about most of the events that Eco writes about, other than what I've gleaned from more or less random readings about Fascist Italy in the first half of the last century. Most of what I know about Europe in World War II has had a more northerly focus.
But this deficiency may be an illusion. On reflection, I'm not sure it matters because the little joke he's pulling on us would, I think, work just as well using any potentially controversial historical event that could appear different in the light of later discoveries. The art of retroactive prognostication seems to be a rather specialized undertaking.
What's of primary interest here, then, is the exposure of journalistic conjuring tricks that might well be working in anything we read, and especially in any medium that delivers news to the public.
I had prior acquaintance with some of them and have even used one or two of them myself (although, I hasten to add, not to con or deceive) in the course of editing several newsletters over a period of years. But I have never seen them presented quite so baldly or cynically. For example, one of the writers questions the overuse of exaggerated language. The narrator replies:
"No," I said, "these are precisely the expressions readers expect, that's what newspapers have accustomed them to. Readers understand what's going on only if you tell them we're in a no-go situation, the government is forecasting blood and tears, the road is all uphill..." (page 83)
There follow two pages of clichés, which lead directly into a discussion of the effects of governments' and institutions' apologizing for something, and how it plays in the press.
How to foster suspicion, how to create innuendo, how to intimidate public figures, and other functions of newspapers are neatly revealed through candid dialogue among the staff.
These particulars are potentially both entertaining and enlightening. Most of us know better than to trust the news media very far, but we may have wondered how to recognize the ways in which we're being manipulated. This book might make us a little bit sharper.
I found the whole secondary narrative, however, tedious and stifling. The wall-to-wall monologues that go on for pages with scarcely a paragraph break, as one character reports to another the results of his exhaustive investigation into the death of Mussolini, seem almost like a literary shaggy-dog story. Was this all an elaborate setup for what I took to be an author's prank disguised as philosophy and political history? Or did I just miss the point entirely?
I honestly don't know. And maybe I'll be embarrassed once I read what others have written about this book. (I don't look before posting my own comments.) But that, at any rate, is how it appears to me. And so I have to say truthfully that I'm insufficiently impressed. A waffly rating of three stars is the best I can do.
The central character who tells this story is himself told a conspiracy tale by a colleague concerning a conspiracy to deceive the world with Mussolini's faked death, sequester him in Argentina, and return him to Italy and "life" when a fascist figurehead is needed to assure the success of right wing extremists' plans to take over the Italian government, if not the world. It is the protagonist's job to write the "history" of all that occurs while their conspiracy to create a newspaper devoted to recycling information unfolds, resulting in the election of their master who is intimated to be associated with the conspirators' ultimately unsuccessful effort..
The book lacks motivated action, true plot, and character development. But it does tease the reader as to its purpose, beyond weaving together nested conspiracies. The best light one can shine on Numero Zero is that Eco wanted to show how the average man can easily succumb to conspiracies when actual news is subsumed by concocted information; when one wealthy person controls the non-news to make sure it is a useful tool for him, and how a grizzled insider (a reporter) can be seduced by the cocktail of coincidence and imagination and fall prey to conspiratorial thinking himself.
The thrill in this advertised thriller happens when a member of the staff is stabbed to death in an alley; it is the narrator's colleague who has been spinning the story of what 'really" happened to Mussolini. By a twist of fate and the turn of the TV dial, it becomes apparent that the dead man's death is not a consequence of his involvement in "uncovering" this conspiracy. In fact, he may have just decided to recycle a BBC documentary to which he had advance access into a non-story that would be fit to print in issue "Numero 0" of the company of losers' nonexistent newspaper. End of thrill.
None of this is sufficient to make a novel. I'm disappointed that Eco saw fit to send this to his publisher. I'm even more disappointed that they saw fit to publish it. Unless, of course, Eco is tweaking us with his non-novel that he knows is not a novel and knows should not be understood as a one, but as a piece of meta-fiction. Wish I could.
In the present (which Eco sets at the early 1990s), a newspaper editor is contracted to create a new
And when bad things start happening, an old story emerges - the story of Mussolini and the end of the war; a story that may or may not have been. I do not know enough about Italian history to know how much of that story is true and how much is invented by Eco (or other authors) but the story reads as one that could have been, maybe even one that had been.
The story in the 90s is an exploration of the power of news and responsibility of the press. Setting it at these time allows the research and the printing to be based on the old technologies; it also makes sure that there are no blogs and internet sites that publish when the news break - after all this is as close as we are getting to the news written from the future. If you look at this this way, one wonders if this is not what Eco was planning altogether - putting the story in the 90s makes a bit more sense. But it still does not fully succeed - it gets too long and almost boring at places. The Italy of the 90s is coming alive in the text and that helps - but it still is a bit too thin.
On the other hand, the past story is fascinating and for me, that story makes the whole book worth reading. I suspect that I will be revisiting this book in the future - it may not have as many layers as some of his earlier ones but I have a suspicion that I missed some of the ones that are in the book.
I would not recommend that as the first Eco book to read but if you enjoy his style, it is a decent addition to his works.
Colonna, having nothing better on the horizon, recruits a group of colleagues to help prepare their pseudo stories. This gives Eco the opportunity to parody some hardy perennials in the newspaper publishing world. One of the journalists recruited by Colonna, is Braggadocio, an investigative report who is himself a bit of an addict of the conspiracy theory. Having given an impassioned analysis of the proliferation of faux Masonic fraternities operating in Milan over the last century, Braggadocio turns to a more current investigation, and tries to convince Colonna of his potentially explosive theories about the conclusion of the Second World War, and a conspiracy permeating every level of Italian society.
More accessible than many of his novels, this is a relatively easy read, and utterly gripping. My knowledge of post-war Italian history is non-existent, but Eco has made me want to look into it in detail, if only to appreciate the twists and turns in this novel even more fully.
Eco assembles a cast of characters who have been working on the fringes of real journalism and spends an inordinate amount of time having them sit around brainstorming about possible bogus stories for Domani. These characters are interesting enough, but the novel is so short that none are never really well developed. Moreover, the potential stories seem fanciful and none are developed enough to really enjoy the humor that they might have stimulated.
The narrator is Colonna, a middle-aged hack, who has been involved on the fringes of real journalism for his entire career. He is hired to ghostwrite an autobiography, a task that never really materializes. Eco introduces this idea, which shows some promise, but instead abruptly drops it.
The novel takes on a more threatening tone when Braggadocio, one of Domani’s staff, stumbles onto a plot involving the death of Mussolini and a subsequent conspiracy that involves all sorts of outlandish plots involving murder and political machinations. The outcome of the novel seems to suggest that there may have been a grain of truth in Braggadocio’s finding, but it is never resolved.
In addition to all of the conspiracy talk, the novel has a romance of sorts, but like the rest of it, this seems too superficial to be taken seriously.
This short novel leaves one with the impression of an unfinished work that could have been quite interesting if Eco had invested the effort required to achieve that end. However, as the jazzmen say: “That's All There Is! There Ain't No More!”
I'm not sure what happened with this one. In short, it's awful. I read another review which describes this book as satire, and at a very long stretch, that might be the case, but if it is so, it's executed very poorly. The book was basically pointless rambling about the creation of a pseudo Italian newspaper with some questionable conspiracy theory thrown in. It was just very odd and made no sense to me whatsoever. The reader of the audiobook was mediocre, but he drove me crazy when using his female character voice. The only reason I finished this book was because it was short. And honestly, I really only half-listened to most of it. I rarely give up on a book & I rarely rate a book this low, but this one fit the bill.
The premise: in 1990s Italy, a
The plot summary makes the book sound a bit more exciting than it is. The majority of it is commentary on the news media and its place and function in our society. There are some very funny, witty and insightful bits - but I feel like I probably missed some of it, due to it being very clearly intended for an Italian audience. The 1990s setting made it also feel strangely out-of-date: with the advent of the internet, news reporting has changed a LOT, and it seems like Eco intentionally put his story in the past because he didn't want to deal with any of that at all. it would have required a more complex book, because the dynamics between publisher, journalist, subject and audience which this book deals with are all affected by the changes that have happened over the past decades.
Colonna is a writer who starts to work for a new newspaper called Domani. The idea of the publisher is to print
Most of the book is Colonna's boss going on and on about what really happened with Mussolini and Pope Paul I. Nothing that was reported is true. Everything is a big government conspiracy. Etc. Etc. Etc. No idea was too remote or utterly stupid to be considered truth. The only thing they knew was that what had been reported was not truth.
The narrator reminded me of George Carlin with his gravelly and cynical tone. It was pretty much the same for every speaker except for when he was the voice for Colonna's girlfriend. And my opinion of George Carlin is that he is great - in small amounts at a time.
This might appeal to someone with more background in Italian history than me.
It all sounds so absurd.
And then one of the editors begins researching a conspiracy theory involving Mussolini, his double, the WWII left-behinds, the CIA, the Vatican, Argentina, etc. His fellow staff think it sounds crazy (and suspect he is crazy).
Great build up, but I found the ending to be a let down. That guy ends up dead. Was it random, or did the CIA/Mafia shut him up? "Paper" is shuttered. But then the BBC has a documentary that is even crazier than his theories--complete with participant interviews. So was his murder random after all?
Not Eco's best book but better than most. We'll miss him
I love Eco, but this book is really really bad.
Let me sum up the entire book in one short sentence: [spoiler]Main character meets a guy who tells him his conspiracy theory, and then when they guy is murdered the main character is afraid he might get murdered too because he knows the
To add insult to injury, on top of this totally asinine and non-existent plot, we have the awful trope of middle-aged mediocre dude wins the gorgeous young brainiac woman for no apparent reason.