Foucault's Pendulum

Foucault's Pendulum

Umberto Eco

Language: English

Pages: 640

ISBN: 015603297X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Bored with their work, three Milanese editors cook up "the Plan," a hoax that connects the medieval Knights Templar with other occult groups from ancient to modern times. This produces a map indicating the geographical point from which all the powers of the earth can be controlled―a point located in Paris, France, at Foucault’s Pendulum. But in a fateful turn the joke becomes all too real, and when occult groups, including Satanists, get wind of the Plan, they go so far as to kill one of the editors in their quest to gain control of the earth.

Orchestrating these and other diverse characters into his multilayered semiotic adventure, Eco has created a superb cerebral entertainment.


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together," I said. "She'll put the wrong pages in the wrong folders." "If Diotallevi heard you, he'd rejoice. A way of producing different books, eclectic, random books. It's part of the logic of the Diabolicals." "But we'd find ourselves in the situation of the cabalists: taking millennia to discover the right combination. You're simply using Gudrun in place of the monkey that spends an eternity at the typewriter. As far as evolution goes, we've made no progress. Unless there's some program in

remember my thesis. The secret group, according to the legend, took refuge in Scotland with King Robert the Bruce, and the Templars helped the king win the battle of Bannockburn. In reward, the king set them up as the new Order of the Knights of Saint Andrew of Scotland. I took a big English dictionary down from the shelf and looked up bannock: bannok in Middle English, bannuc in Anglo-Saxon, bannach in Gaelic. A kind of cake, cooked on a grill or a slab, made of barley, oats, or other grain.

return. They did return, exchanging floods of insults. "It's not possible," Dee said. "The Plan is mathematical; it has the astral perfection of my Monas Hieroglyphica. We were supposed to meet the Franks on Saint John's Eve." Innocently I asked: "Saint John's Eve by their reckoning or by ours?" Dee slapped himself on the brow, spewing out horrible curses. "O," he said, "from what power hast thou this powerful might?" The pale William made a note of the sentence, the cowardly plagiarist.

find a cure." "Speak for yourself. I'm not fifty yet. My body is still young. I have the privilege of dying more quickly. But it's hard for me to talk. Tell me what you have to say, so I can rest." Obedient, respectful, Belbo told him the whole story. Then Diotallevi, breathing like the Thing in the science-fiction movie, talked. He had, also, the transparency of the Thing, that absence of boundary between exterior and interior, between skin and flesh, between the light fuzz on his belly,

greatest chivalric order was la Toison d'Or, the Order of the Golden Fleece. Which makes it clear what the word 'castle' in the message really means: it refers to the hyperboreal, the northernmost castle, where the Templars kept the Grail, probably the mythical Monsalvat." He paused, wanting us to hang on his every word. We hung. "Now let's go back to the second command in the message: The guardians of the seal are to go to a place associated with bread. This instruction is completely clear:

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