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kestrellAs an antidote for my extreme dissatisfaction with my most recent novelistic experience, I have decided to reread one of my favorite books: _The Name of the Rose_ by Umberto Eco. Not only does it suit my year of living mysteriously theme, but I've been wanting to reread it since I acquired another book about it, _Postscript to The Name of the Rose: Teaching Medieval Studies through The Name of the Rose_, edited by Alison Ganze.
I feel much better now, especially after reading the final lines of the "Naturally, A Manuscript" introduction:
For it is a tale of books, not of everyday worries, and reading it can lead us to recite, with Kempis, the great imitator: "In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro."
[Everywhere I have searched for peace and nowhere found it, except in a corner with a book.]
I feel much better now, especially after reading the final lines of the "Naturally, A Manuscript" introduction:
For it is a tale of books, not of everyday worries, and reading it can lead us to recite, with Kempis, the great imitator: "In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro."
[Everywhere I have searched for peace and nowhere found it, except in a corner with a book.]
