Ana Gabriela Sales
Repórter do GGN há 9 anos. Especializada em produção de conteúdo para as redes sociais.
Camila Bezerra
Graduada em Comunicação Social – Habilitação em Jornalismo pela Universidade. com passagem pelo Jornal da Tarde e veículos regionais. É...
Carla Castanho
Carla Castanho é repórter no Jornal GGN e produtora no canal TVGGN
Ivan de Union
21 de fevereiro de 2016 2:54 pmBrilhante, Orlando!
Brilhante, Orlando!
Cafezá
21 de fevereiro de 2016 3:07 pmMuito boa! O Eco vai fazer
Muito boa! O Eco vai fazer muita falta mesmo. Mas seus escritos não se perderão jamais, pois estão destinados a quem deseja conhecer o mundo em profundidade.
Meire
21 de fevereiro de 2016 3:39 pmEcco! = Exatamente
Ecco! = Exatamente
Cesario
21 de fevereiro de 2016 5:19 pmMudou-se e
Conhecido também pelo seu ativo ateísmo, depois dessa mudança ele já teve ter a confirmação ou arrependimento.
Meire
21 de fevereiro de 2016 7:30 pmO que vale é a consciência, que busca o Bem, em prática colocar.
Pois não são aqueles que ouvem a Lei que são justos diante de Deus, e sim aqueles que praticam o que a Lei manda. Os pagãos não têm a Lei. Mas, embora não a tenham, se eles fazem espontaneamente o que a Lei manda, eles próprios são Lei para si mesmos. Eles assim mostram que os preceitos da Lei estão escritos em seus corações; a consciência deles também testemunha isso, assim como os julgamentos interiores, que ora os condenam, ora os aprovam. É o que vai acontecer no dia em que Deus, segundo o meu Evangelho, for julgar, por meio de Jesus Cristo, o comportamento secreto dos homens. (Rom. 2,12-24)
* 12-24: Os judeus orgulhosamente se consideram superiores aos pagãos, por terem a Lei de Moisés, revelada pelo próprio Deus. No entanto, Paulo mostra que a situação de judeus e pagãos é igual: os judeus serão julgados pela Lei, porque a conhecem; os pagãos serão julgados de acordo com a própria consciência. Não basta conhecer a Lei. O importante é fazer o que a Lei manda. Por isso, diz Paulo, muitos pagãos não conhecem a Lei, mas, na vida prática, fazem o que a Lei pede; por isso, são melhores que os judeus, que conhecem a Lei, mas não a praticam. Além do mais, com sua hipocrisia, os judeus acabam desmoralizando o próprio Deus (v. 24).
http://www.paulus.com.br/biblia-pastoral/_PYN.HTM
Anarquista Lúcida
21 de fevereiro de 2016 7:49 pmExatamente. Um dos lados libertários do pensamento dele…
.
Meire
22 de fevereiro de 2016 12:46 amSerá que era mesmo ateu? Ou só não seguia religião?
O Pêndulo de Foucault e O Código Da Vinci
Diz Umberto Eco:
Eu inventei Dan Brown. Ele é um dos personagens grotescos do meu romance que levam a sério um monte de material estúpido sobre ocultismo. O Pêndulo de Foucault projeto brinca com teorias conspiratórias e teve início com uma pesquisa entre 1.500 livros de ocultismo reunidos por seu autor. Ele [Dan Brown]usou grande parte do material.” [1] Em ‘O Pêndulo de Foucault’, eu havia inserido um bom número de ingredientes esotéricos, que podem ser encontrados noCódigo Da Vinci. Os meus personagens, ao elaborarem os seus projetos, levam em conta a importância do Graal, por exemplo. Eu quis fazer uma representação grotesca daquilo que eu via em volta de mim, de uma tendência da qual eu previa o crescimento. Era fácil fazer uma profecia como esta. Ao pesquisar para escrever ‘O Pêndulo de Foucault’, eu esvaziei todas as livrarias que já se especializavam nessa “gororoba cultural”. Dan Brown copia livros que podiam ser encontrados trinta anos atrás nos sebos da Rue de la Huchette, em Paris. O sucesso pode ser explicado pelo fato de que os autores desses best-sellers levam tudo isso a sério, e ainda pelo fato de que as pessoas são sedentas por mistérios. Em ‘O Pêndulo de Foucault’, eu cito a frase de G. K. Chesterton: [2]
“Quando os homens não acreditam mais em Deus, isso não se deve ao fato de eles não acreditarem em mais nada, e sim ao fato de eles acreditarem em tudo”.
https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_P%C3%AAndulo_de_Foucault_(livro)
Alexandre Weber - Santos -SP
21 de fevereiro de 2016 11:17 pmObituário – The Telegraph
Umberto Eco – obituary
Academic and author of erudite bestsellers such as The Name of the Rose and Foucault’s Pendulum
9:30AM GMT 20 Feb 2016
Umberto Eco, who has died aged 84, became Italy’s “best known literary export” when his medieval murder mystery The Name of the Rose (1980) became a surprise international best-seller; he so boosted his country’s literary reputation that publishers described his influence on sales as “l’effetto Eco”.
Eco was 48 when he wrote the book, an Agatha Christie-style whodunnit spiced up with arcane medieval lore, after a publisher asked him to contribute to a series of short thrillers by prominent Italians who had never written fiction. He eventually agreed because “I felt like poisoning a monk”, but insisted the book would be set in the middle ages and be more than 500 pages long.
Eco thought the initial print-run of 30,000 overambitious, but the book – which was attacked by the Vatican as a “narrative calamity that deforms, desecrates and offends the meaning of faith” – sold two million copies in Italy and went on to sell 10 million copies in 30 languages. The English translation by William Weaver was published in 1983. In 1986 it was made into a film by Jean-Jacques Annaud, starring Sean Connery as Eco’s monk-detective, William of Baskerville.
Eco’s day job was as a professor of an abstruse branch of literary theory known as semiotics, developed by the postmodernist French theorist Roland Barthes, which sees all culture as a web of signs – messages to be decoded for hidden meanings. Critics complain that it accords world-historical significance to trivia. Certainly there was nothing so ephemeral that Eco disdained to subject it to semiotic deconstruction. As a result he was able to position himself as a sort of portmanteau intellectual, giving his views on everything from how to eat peas with a plastic fork to changing concepts of beauty.
Among other things Eco decoded James Bond novels, Peanuts and pulpy strip cartoons such as The Savage Sword of Conan the Barbarian; he even subjected the pornography star La Cicciolina to semiotic scrutiny. In one memorable essay he analysed the cultural significance of his own denims: “Well, with my new jeans life was entirely exterior: I thought about the relationship between me and my pants, and the relationship between my pants and the society we lived in. I had achieved epidermic self-awareness.” Mickey Mouse, he proclaimed, “can be perfect in the sense that a Japanese haiku is”.
Before Eco became an international literary superstar, he had castigated Ian Fleming and other thriller writers for cynically devising entertainments for a reading public both “popular and serious”. Yet The Name of the Rose appealed to exactly the same readership, and some accused Eco of – equally cynically – using his knowledge of the formula for bestsellers to manufacture one himself. Will Self argued that Eco occupied a “perverse and tendentious position” as a writer of “superficially ‘intellectual’ books that … convince a great number of people they are reading something with a certain cachet. This is a loathsome confidence trick.”
Eco’s subsequent novels continued to sell well. In Foucault’s Pendulum (1988), three editors at a Milan publishing house try to link every conspiracy theory in history, from the Knights Templar to the Nazis, into a hidden Plan that would give control of the Earth.
The Island of the Day Before (1994) was a metaphysical conundrum about time and space centred around a 17th-century shipwrecked sailor who is unable to reach a nearby desert island both because he cannot swim and because it is across the international date line. In his fourth novel, Baudolino (2000), Eco returned to the middle ages with a protagonist, a “little liar who could concoct bigger lies”, whose narrative raises questions about historical truth.
As time went on, however, the suspicion arose, supported by newspaper “polls”, that, like Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time, Eco’s novels were more bought than read. They were full of postmodern irony and symbolism, and their author was often accused of being too “clever” by half.
While Lorna Sage commended Eco’s investment in the “sanitising power of mockery, irony, laughter”, and his “personal tradition of carnival scepticism”, Salman Rushdie found himself irritated by Foucault’s Pendulum, a “fiction about the creation of a piece of junk fiction that then turns knowingly into that piece of junk fiction”, pronouncing it humourless and devoid of characterisation or credible dialogue. “Reader: I hated it,” he concluded.
“I was always defined as too erudite and philosophical, too difficult,” Eco reflected in later life. “Then I wrote a novel that is not erudite at all, that is written in plain language, The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana (2004), and among my novels it is the one that has sold the least. So probably I am writing for masochists.”
That certainly seemed to apply to his sixth novel, The Prague Cemetery, published in English in 2011. The plot concerned the creators of the so-called Protocols of the Elders of Zion (a document which emerged in Russia in the early 1900s, purporting to describe a meeting at which Jewish leaders discussed their plans for world domination, but later proved to be a pernicious fraud), but critics were troubled by the full-throated diatribes against Jews which Eco put into the mouths of some of his characters.
A stinging review in the Vatican’s L’Osservatore Romano newspaper complained: “Forced to read disgusting things about the Jews, the reader remains tainted”, adding that it was “possible that someone may think that maybe there’s some truth” in the story.
Although, as a good postmodernist, Eco was a fervent defender of the reader’s right to interpret a book how they choose, regardless of authorial “intentions”, it clearly did not apply in this case. He could not be held responsible, he said, for “weak readers” who misunderstood him.
Umberto Eco was born on January 5 1932 at Alessandria, a small industrial town in the Piedmont region of Italy where his father was chief accountant at the local iron works. His early life, he recalled later, had been shaped by Mussolini. He recalled being proud of his fascist uniform, and at 10 won first prize in a writing competition “for young Italian fascists”. It was only with the fall of fascism that “like a butterfly from a chrysalis, step by step I understood everything”. During the German occupation of northern Italy he experienced starvation and recalled dodging bullets traded by the SS, fascists, and partisans.
As a teenager, he explored American literature and jazz, took up the trumpet and, aged 14, joined the Catholic youth organisation, of which by the age of 22 he had become a national leader, but from which he resigned the same year during protests against the strongly conservative Pope Pius XII. Subsequently he abandoned Catholicism in favour of a sort of unfocused religiosity and secular morality.
Eco’s passion for medieval thought began as a student at Turin University, where his doctoral thesis (published in 1956) was on St Thomas Aquinas. After leaving university he made cultural programmes for the television network RAI and, after military service in 1958, joined the Milan publishers Bompiani, where he worked as a senior non-fiction editor from 1959 to 1975.
From 1956 Eco lectured in aesthetics, architecture, visual communications and semiotics at universities in Turin, Florence, Milan and Bologna, where he became Professor of Semiotics in 1975. In 1959 he began a monthly column full of literary spoofs and pastiches in Il Verri, an organ of the “neo-avant-garde”, some of which were later published in English in Misreadings (1993) and How to Travel With a Salmon (1994).
In the 1960s he became a founder-member of Gruppo 63, a radical and disputatious avant-garde group of young Italian writers opposed to what they called the “neo-capitalistic” language of traditional literary and poetic texts, who developed a line in meaningless (“non-significanza”) verses and promoted the idea of “art as a plaything in itself.”
As his contribution to the cause, Eco wrote Open Work, one of the first texts to advocate “the active role of the interpreter [the reader] in the reading of texts” – in other words the reader’s right to interpret a book as they wished, regardless of authorial “intentions” – a “postmodern” idea which, to the regret of many, has infected university English and History departments.
It was at about this time, too, that he began defying the taboo against serious analysis of popular culture, finding a unifying theme in the theory of semiotics which he set out in books such as A Theory of Semiotics (1976) and The Role of the Reader (1979). In addition he wrote several works on language and the use of words.
A unifying theme in both Eco’s fiction and his academic works was the power of human fantasy (“It’s a fundamental human activity to lie more than to tell the truth”) to shape human endeavour – Captain Cook looking for the Terra Incognita; Christopher Columbus searching for India – a mechanism he explored in such works as Faith in Fakes (1984), Kant and the Platypus (1999) and The Book of Legendary Lands (2013), a work described by one critic as “a rumination on utopias – with a generous helping of piffle”.
Throughout his career as a novelist, Eco continued to teach semiotics at Bologna, where he became founder director of the Institute of Communications Disciplines. In addition to novels and academic books, from 1985 he had a regular column in L’Espresso magazine and later wrote for the Guardian. His final novel, Numero Zero, a satire on the popular press, was published in 2015.
Eco was an important Left-wing voice in debates on abortion, the mafia and corruption. He was a prominent critic of the former Italian president Sylvio Berlusconi, whom he once compared to Hitler and whose 90 per cent monopoly of Italian television he described as a “tragedy for a democratic country”. Nevertheless, his suggestions of how “Berlusconismo” might be counteracted (“a series of continuous, positive proposals could give the public a glimpse of another way of governing”) were vague.
A keen smoker of cigarettes (latterly cigars), short, plump, bearded and bespectacled, Eco was an amusing and energetic raconteur with that sort of studied nonchalance which Italians call sprezzatura. Though his novels made him rich and famous, he disdained his writing of them as a “hobby” and confessed that fame had its drawbacks: “I have lost the freedom of not having an opinion.”
He married, in 1962, the German-born Renate Ramge, a graphic designer; she survives him with their son and daughter.
Umberto Eco, born January 5 1932, died February 19 2016
Alexandre Weber - Santos -SP
21 de fevereiro de 2016 11:20 pmObituário – The Guardian, onde era colunista
Umberto Eco obituary
Italian writer and philosopher known for his medieval whodunnit The Name of the Rose
Umberto Eco in 2002 at Bologna University, where he tauor many years at professor of semiotics. Photograph: Share on LEco’s first, watershed novel, The Name of the Rose, was published in 1980. An artful reworking of Conan Doyle, with Sherlock Holmes transplanted to 14th-century Italy, the book’s baggage of arcane erudition was designed to flatter the average reader’s intelligence. In some ways, as Eco was the first to admit, his medieval whodunnit was upmarket Arthur Hailey with ingenious modernist fripperies. Subsequently translated into 30 languages, it sold more than 10m copies worldwide, and was made into a film starring Sean Connery as the monk-detective, William of Baskerville.
Not since One Hundred Years of SEamonn McCabe for the Guardian
Umberto Eco,
Share on Pinterestolitude had there been such a consensual success in the book market. Joggers in Central Park listened to The Name of the Rose on their Walkmans. Eco’s gifted English translator, William Weaver, built an extension on to his Tuscan home with the proceeds (which he called the Eco chamber).
Yet the success of The Name of the Rose weighed heavily on Eco. When the French director Jean-Jacques Annaud released his film of the novel in 1986, Eco refused to speak to the newspapers about it. Each night when he returned to his flat in Milan he said he could “barely open the door” for the accumulation of interview requests. In private, Eco judged Annaud’s film a travesty of his novel, and found the monks (apart from the one played by Connery) “too grotesque-looking”. Yet Eco approved of Annaud’s Piranesi-like sets, which he concurred were “marvellous”.
Umberto Eco, Italian novelist and intellectual, dies aged 84
Read more
In late 1986, when I visited Eco at Bologna University, where he taught as professor of semiotics, an abstruse branch of literary theory, he appeared unsettled, and confessed that he felt “trapped” by his fame. Shuffling grumpily round his office, he lifted up and slammed down books. He was wearing a tweed deerstalker and a large digital wristwatch-cum-calculator.
Italian Vogue had just claimed that Eco was writing a novel based on the life of Mozart. “Not true! I feel blackmailed by journalists, by myself, by my publisher. I don’t feel free any more. When I wrote The Name of the Rose it was half for fun – a free act. Now I ask myself: ‘Am I writing a new book because I want to, or because it’s expected of me?’” Eco was a polite, if oddly formal interviewee (“May I be permitted to offer you another whisky?”); he preferred to call his English, spoken with a discernible American accent, “fluent pidgin”.
Bologna University had been a hotbed of Italian red activism, and the philosophy faculty, where Eco had his office, was often spray-gunned with political slogans and crude attempts at action painting. Eco was not impressed by the artwork. “The graffiti isn’t as witty as it was in the 60s,” he complained. Nevertheless, Bologna provided Eco with invaluable first-hand experience of political extremism and conspiracy.
His second novel, Foucault’s Pendulum (1988), was a thriller set amid shadowy cabals and conventicles such as the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and the Rosicrucian Society. Eco saw modern-day political parallels with these and other sects; indeed, the P2 masonic lodge and the far-left fringe of the Red Brigades indulged a similar secrecy and fanaticism. Eco was fond of the Italian termdietrologia, which translates, not very happily, into “behindology” and presumes that secret cliques, camarillas and consortia are everywhere manipulating political scandals. In all his work, fiction and non-fiction, Eco displayed a classically Italian enthusiasm for conspiracy and arcana.
Though Foucault’s Pendulum offered a splendidly macabre denouement (with a principal character left hanging from a pendulum devised to demonstrate the rotation of the earth), the novel was reckoned to be rather too long, with opaque stretches. Reviewing it for the Observer, Salman Rushdie confessed: “Reader, I hated it.”
Many wondered where Eco would go next. His third novel, The Island of the Day Before (1994), was written to strict literary formulae and contained more scholastic hair-splitting and arcane erudition. Overall, it read like an exercise in style, with the accent on formal composition, rather than feeling and expression.
Umberto Eco in quotes – 10 of the best
Read more
Son of Giovanna (nee Bisio) and Giulio Eco, he was born in Alessandria, a small city in the north-western Italian region of Piedmont. His father came from a family of 13 children and was an accountant in a local metalworks factory. Eco spent his formative years in the Piedmont capital of Turin, where he graduated from the university in 1954 in medieval philosophy and literature. His first published book, The Aesthetics of Thomas Aquinas (1956), was written during the author’s military service. It was an elegant examination of the principal aesthetic ideas of medieval Latin civilisation.
Already, the young Eco saw the world as a web of signs and symbols waiting to be deciphered. His passion for medieval culture strengthened over the years, and later he gleefully decoded what he called “the avalanche of pseudo-medieval pulp” books and strip-cartoons such as Camelot 3,000 and The Savage Sword of Conan the Barbarian. No text or film was ever too lowly or trivial that it could not be analysed semiotically.
On leaving university, Eco worked in Milan for several years as a journalist, editing cultural programmes for Italy’s state-owned RAI television network. In 1959 he became senior non-fiction editor for the Milan-based publisher Bompiani, a position he held until 1975.
In Milan, Eco mingled with avant-garde writers, musicians and painters, and developed a love for late James Joyce, as well as the atonal asperities of Karlheinz Stockhausen and the hermetic symbolist verse of Stéphane Mallarmé. The fierce inaccessibility of these modernist works seemed to excite Eco. And in the autumn of 1963, with some like-minded experimentalists, he helped to set up Group 63, a cultural association which rejected “conservatism” in the arts and aimed to produce ultra-modern novels and poems of its own. Group 63’s literary efforts now look slightly prolix and pedantic; but Eco, to his credit, understood early on that a fiction without a story was not worth its weight in paper. His novels would not have gone on to become bestsellers otherwise.
Advertisement