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The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana by Umberto Eco

The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana by Umberto Eco
It took me a very long time to complete this book. I wish it
hadn’t. I wished I’d just left it now and continued or restarted somewhere in
the indefinite future. Maybe then I would have appreciate the stunning ending,
despite the terribly rocky start. I borrowed it from the library and read it,
specifically for The Historical Fiction Challenge.

Summary: The book starts mysteriously, with a man waking from a coma quoting literary character. “What’s you name?” the doctor asks and Yambo, a rare book-dealer solemnly answers, “My name is Arthur Gordon Pym”, followed quickly by a puzzled, “Call me… Ishmael?” Yambo suffers from a strange type of memory loss, in that he remembers every book he has ever read (and he has read many) but could tell you nothing about his family, his wife and daughters, his parents and himself. Yambo determinedly sets off to his childhood home, somewhere in the hills between Milan and Turin, to retrieve his memories; using what he knows best, all the evidences of history: books, prints, songs, poetry. As it turns out, his grandfather is quite the collector.
Let us hop over to the Goodreads summary: “There, in the sprawling attic, he searches through boxes of
old newspapers, comics, records, photo albums, and adolescent diaries. And so
Yambo relives the story of his generation: Mussolini, Catholic education and
guilt, Josephine Baker, Flash Gordon, Fred Astaire. His memories run wild, and
the life racing before his eyes takes the form of a graphic novel. Yambo
struggles through the frames to capture one simple, innocent image: that of his
first love.”

“History is a blood-drenched enigma and the world an error.”

My thoughts: The concept, you have to agree, is amazing. It is a bit unstructured, why Yambo remembers what he remembers is a framework that could easily crumble. But the idea of books, newspapers, old photos and journals reviving your past is fantastically arguable and makes you ponder over the strangeness of memory and association. I am a complete pack-rat and I could still tell you with little certainty what emotions anything in my room would evoke if I lost my memory. Could you imagine that? Trying to remember your past by the objects that you lined it with. I certainly can’t, I’m not me because of those things, and for that; the book and its ending were satisfying. 
However, every ten pages, amazing alternated with horrible. I liked understanding the German poems, deciphering the Italian songs and gazing at the comical old ads and prints. I loved the rich descriptions of feelings and places and memory and fogs in the mind. Eco can really write, paint pictures that could only be described as glorious. However, the journey, the rummaging through old belongings lost its flavour after the first forty belongings. The plot was unruly, it utterly lacked design, was mindbogglingly slow paced and it took me a lot of patience to trudge through to the end. The book hardly moved forward for long patches of time and though Yambo’s thoughts about his condition and about the idea of his past were intriguing, engaging; I soon only wished he’d find something, already! The ending was
perfect, but I was already too tired to appreciate it. The moment I finished reading the last
line, I was glad that it was over; and what does that say about a book?



I still do want to read Baudolino, though. Umberto Eco is an undoubtedly great writer. 
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