It is April 1204, and Constantinople, the splendid capital of the Byzantine Empire, is being sacked and burned by the knights of the Fourth Crusade. Amid the carnage and confusion, one Baudolino saves a historian and high court official from certain death at the hands of the crusading warriors and proceeds to tell his own fantastical story.
Born a simple peasant in northern Italy, Baudolino has two major gifts-a talent for learning languages and a skill in telling lies. When still a boy he meets a foreign commander in the woods, charming him with his quick wit and lively mind. The commander-who proves to be Emperor Frederick Barbarossa-adopts Baudolino and sends him to the university in Paris, where he makes a number of fearless, adventurous friends.
Spurred on by myths and their own reveries, this merry band sets out in search of Prester John, a legendary priest-king said to rule over a vast kingdom in the East-a phantasmagorical land of strange creatures with eyes on their shoulders and mouths on their stomachs, of eunuchs, unicorns, and lovely maidens.
With dazzling digressions, outrageous tricks, extraordinary feeling, and vicarious reflections on our postmodern age, this is Eco the storyteller at his brilliant best.
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About the Author
UMBERTO ECO (1932–2016) was the author of numerous essay collections and seven novels, including The Name of the Rose,The Prague Cemetery, and Inventing the Enemy. He received Italy’s highest literary award, the Premio Strega, was named a Chevalier de la Légion d’Honneur by the French government, and was an honorary member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
Date of Birth:January 5, 1932
Date of Death:February 19, 2016
Place of Birth:Alessandria, Italy
Education:Ph.D., University of Turin, 1954
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Baudolino tries his hand at writing
Rattisbon Anno Dommini Domini mense decembri mclv Cronicle of Baudolino of the fammily of Aulario.
I Baudolino son of Galiaudo Gagliaudo of the Aulari with a head that looks like a lion halleluia gratias to the Allmighty may he forgive me
ego habeo facto the greatest stealing of my life, I mean from the cabbinet of the Bishop Oto I have stollen many pages that may belong to the Immperial Chancellor and I have scraped clean almost all of them excepting where the writing would not come off et now I have much parchmint to write down what I want which is my own story even if I don't know to write Latin.
if they find out the pages are gone God knows the Hell they will raze et may be theyll think it was some spy of the Roman bishops who hate the Emperer Fredericus
but may be nobody cares in the chancellery they write and write even when theres no need and whoever finds them (these pages) can shove them up his...wont do anything about them
ncipit prologus de duabus civilitatibus historiae AD mcxliii conscript
saepe multumque volvendo mecum de rerum temporalium motu ancipitq
these lines were allready here before and I couldnt scratch them away so I leave them
if they find these pages now Ive writen on them not even a chancelor will understand them because this lingua here is what they talk at la Frescheta but noboddy knows to write it down
but even if its a langwadge noboddy understands they can tell right away its me because everyboddy says we Frescheta people talk a lingua no Kristian ever heard so I have to hide these pages well
Jesù writing is hard work all my fingers ake allready
my father Galiaudo always use to say I must have a gift of Santa maria of Roboreto because since I was a little pup if someboddy say just quinkue five V words I could do their talk right off whether they came from Terdona or from Gavi and even from Mediolanum where they talk stranger than dogs, anyway even when I met the first Alamanni in my life who were laying siege seige seege to Terdona, all Toische and nasty and they say rousz and Myn got, before the day was over I was saying rousz and Myn got too and they woiud would say to me Kint go find us a pretty Frouwe and we'll do fiki fiki even if she doesn't wan to just tell us where she is and we'll grab her fast
whats a Frouwe I said and they said a womman a feemale du verstan and with theiur hands they made like big tits because in this siege we were kinmd of scarce on women, the ones in Terdona are in the town and when we enter just leave it to us but the wommen outside the town don't show their faces and then they set to cursing with words that gave even me goosebumps
lousy shitty Hunns, you needn't think I'm going to tell you where the Frouws are, I'm no informer, keep jerking off
mamma mia, they like to killed me
kill or necabant, now I'm writing Latin almost, not that I understand Latin even if I learned to read from a Latin librum and when they talk Latin to me, I understand but its the writing I don't know how you write the words
Goddamm I never know if it's equus or equum and I always get it wrong while for us a horse is always a chivaus and I never get it wrong because nobody writes Horse in fact they dont write anything because they dont know how to read
but that day things went all right and the germanns didn't harm a hair of my head because just then some milites arrived yelling come on come on we're attacking again and then Hell broke loose and I couldnt think with the cavalry going this way and the foot soldeiers going that way with their banners and trumpets blowing and wooden towers tall as the trees of Burmia moving like carts with bowmen and fundibulari on them and others carrying ladders and all these arrows raining down on them like hail and the others flinging stones with a kind of big Spoone and they whistled over my head like the iaculi that the Derthonesi threw from the walls, what an uproar!
and I hidd myself for a good two hours under a bush saying sancta virgine help me then everything calmed down and some men ran by me speaking like people from Pavia and yelling they'd killed so many Derthonesi that it looked like a lake of Blood and they were very happy because now the Derthonesi would find out what it meant to side with the Mediolanenses
since those alamanns with the Frouwe business were coming back, may be not so many, because the Derthonesi hadnt exakly been idle I said to myself I better cleer out
so I walked and walked and got home when it was almost day and told the whole story to my father Galiaudo who said you big booby getting mixed up with seiges and the like one of these days you'll get a pike up your ass that stuff is all for the lords and masters so let them stew in their own juice because we have the cows to worry about and we're serious folk forget about Frederick, first he comes then he goes then he comes back and it adds up to fuckall
anyway Terdona didnt fall because they never got the fort. And it went on right up to the end of my story when the Allamanns cut off the water and so instead of drinking their own piss they told Frederick they were his men, he let them come out but first he burned the city and then chopped it to pieces like what the men of Pavia did because they're dead set against the Derthonesi here non est like the Alamans who all love one another and are as close as my crossed fingers but here at Gamondio if we see someone from Bergolio it makes our balls spin
but now back to my storey of when I was in the Frescheta woods there specially when theres real fog when you cant see the tip of your nose and things appear all of a sudden and you dont see them coming then I have visions like that time when I saw the unicorn and the other time when I saw Saint Baudolino who spoke to me and said sonofawhore youre going to Hell because the unicorn story goes like this everybody knows that to hunt a unicorn you have to put a girl whose still a virgin at the foot of a tree and the animal smells the virgin smell and comes and puts his head in her lap so I took Bergolio's Nena who had come with her father to buy my fathers cow and I said to her come into the woods with me and we'll hunt the unicorn then I put her under the Tree because I was sure she was a virgin and I said to her sit still like this and spread your legs to make room for the animal's head and she asked spread like this and I said there right there and I touched her and she began making some noises like a nanny goat dropping a kid and I lost my head and had something like a napocalips and afterwards she wasnt pure like a lily any more and she said o my god now how will we make the unicorn come and just then I heard a voice from Heaven said that the unicorn qui tollis peccata mundis was me and I started jumping around the bushes and crying hip heee frr frr because I was happier than a real unicorn because I had put my horn in the virgin's lap and this was why Saint Baudolino had called me son et setera but then he forgave me and I caught site of him other times but only if there is plenty of fog or if it isnt bright like to scorch everything.
but when I told my father Galiaudo that I saw Saint Baudolino he hit me on the back thirty times with a stick saying O Lord this had to happen to me, a son who sees things and cant even milk a cow either I bust his head with my stick or I give him to one of those men who visit the fairs making an African monky dance and my sainted mother shouted at me goodfornothing your the worst all what have I done to make the Lord give me a son who sees saints and my father Galiaudo said its not true he sees saints hes a wors liar than Judass and he makes things up to get out of working
I am telling this story because if I dont you wouldnt undertstand what happened that evening with the fog so thick you could cut it with a knife and it was already april but in our Parts theres fog even in august and if your not from those Parts you get lost between Burmia and Frescheta especially if there isnt a saint to take you by the bridle and there I was heading for home when I saw right in front of me a baron on a horse all covered with iron
it was the baron covered with iron not the horse and with a sword he looked like the King of Arragon
and I like to died Mamma mia you want to bet this really is Saint Baudolino whose here to take me to Hell but he said Kleine kint Bitte and I caught on that he was an Alaman lord lost in the wood because of the fog and he couldnt find his friends and it was almost night and he showed me a Coin and I had never seen Money before and he was happy I could answer in his language and in Diutsch I said to him if you keep straight youll end in the swamp sure as sunshine
may be I shouldnt have said sunshine with that fog you could cut with a Knife but he understood all the same
and then I said I know the Germanes come from a country where its always Spring and maybe the seeders of Lebanon grow there but here in the Palea theres fog and in this fog there are some bastards roming around who are still the grandsons of the grandsons of the Ayrabics who fought against Charlemain and theyre a bad bunch and when they see a stranger they hit him in the face with a club and they steal even the hair on his head ergo if you come to my fathers hut youll find a bowl of hot broth and some straw to sleep on in the stable then tomorrow morning at daybreak Ill show you the road specially if you have that Coin gratias benedicite we're poor folk but honest
so I took him to my father Galiaudo who started yelling you damn fool whats got into your head you told my name to a stranger whose with those people theres no telling maybe hes even a vassal of the marquis of Monferrato and hes going to ask me for a tithe de fructibus and de hay and leguminibus or a tax on the cattle now we are ruined and he was about to reach for his stick
I told him the Gentleman was an Alaman et non from Mon Ferrato and he said all the worse but when I told him about the Coin he calmed down because the Marengo people have heads hard as a bulls but sly as a horse and he understood that he could make something out of this and he said to me you speak all laangwidges so say these things to him
Item: we are poor folk but honest
Ive already told him that
all the same its better to repeat it and item thanks for the Coin. But theres also the matter of the hay for the horse item besides the hot soup I can add a piece of cheese and some bread and a jug of the good stuff item he can sleep where you sleep by the fire and tonight you go to the stable item show me the Coin and I want a Genovine solido and then fiat like one of the family because for us Marengo folk the guest is sacred
the Gentleman said haha you are smart you Marincum folk but a negotio est un negotio I will give you two of these Coins and you wont ask for a Genovine solido because with a Genovine solido I can kauf your house and all your stock but take this and be quiet because youre still making a profit my father kept quiet and took the two Coins that the Gentleman dropped on the table because the Marengo folks heads are hard but sly and he ate like a wolf (the gentleman) or rather like two (wolfs) then while my father and my mother went off to sleep after breaking their backs all day while I was out in the Frescheta the herre said this wine is good I'll drink a bit more here by the fire so mine kint tell me how it is that you speak my langwidge so well
ad petitionem tuam frater Ysingrine carissime primos libros chronicae meae missur
ne humante pravitate
heres another place I couldnt scrape off
now to go back to my story of that Alaman lord who wanted to know how it was that I spoke his lingua and I told him that I have the gift of tongues like the Apossles and the gift of Vision like the Madalenes because I walk in the wood and I see Saint Baudolino riding a unicorn milk-colored like his twisted Horn just where horses have what for us would be a Nose
but a horse doesn't have a Nose other wise underneath there would be a beard like that Gentleman had who had a fine beard the color of a copper pan where as the other Alamans I had seen had yellow hair even in their ears
and he said well well you see what you would call a unicorn and maybe you mean the Monokeros but where did you learn that there are unicorns in this world and I told him I had read it in a book that the Frescheta hermit had and with his eyes so wide he looked like an owl he said What You know how to read too
Lordamercy I said now Ill tell you the Story
so the story went like this there was a holy hermit near Bosco who every so often the people took him a fat hen or a hare and he would pray over a written book and when people go by he hits his chest with a Stone but I say its a clod id est all dirt so he doesnt hurt himself so much anyway that morning we took him two eggs and while he was reading I said to myself one for you and one for me like good Christians if only he doesnt see me but I don't know how he managed but he caught me by the Neck and I said to him diviserunt vestimenta mea and he started laughing and said you know something youre a smart puerulus come here every day and Ill teach you to read
so he taught me my written Letters to the tune of raps on my head. only later when we were friends he began saying what a handsome sturdy youth you are with a Lions head but show me how strong your arms are and whats your chest like let me touch here where the Legs begin to see if your sound then I figured out where he was heading and I hit him with my knee on the balls I mean the Testcules and he bent double saying Godamighty Im going to tell the Marengo people your possessed by the devil so theyll burn you alive and I say all right but first I will tell how I saw you at night sticking it in the belly of a Whitch. And then we'll see who they think is possessed and then he said no wait I was just joking and wanted to see if you had the fear of God lets say no more about it come tomorrow and I'll start teaching you to write because reading is one thing that costs nothing you just have to look and move your lips but if you write in a book you need paper and ink and the inkwell that alba pratalia arabat et nigrum semen seminabat because he always spoke Latin
and I said to him when you learn to read then you learn everything you didnt know before. But when you write you write only what you know allready so patientia Im better off not knowing how to write because the ass is the ass
when I told this to the Alaman gentleman he laughed like a Lunnatic and said Goot Kint those hermits are allesammt Sodomiten but tell me tell me what else you saw in the wood but thinking he was one of those that wanted to take Terdona like the troops of Federicus Imperator I said to myself Id better satisfy him and maybe hell give me another Coin and I told him that two nights before Saint Baudolino had appeared to me and said that the Emperor makes a victory at Terdona because Fridericus was the one and only lord of all Longobardia including Frescheta
then the gentleman said you Kint have been sent by Heaven would you like to come to the imperial Camp and say what Saint Baudolino said and I said that if he wanted I would say also that Saint Baudolino said that Saints Peterandpaul would come to the siege and lead the imperial troops and he said Ach wie Wunderbar for me just Peter by himself would be enough
Kint come with me and your fortune is made
illico or almost illico anyway the next morning that gentleman says to my father that hes going to take me with him to a place where I will learn to read and write and may be Ill become a Ministerial
my father Galiaudo didnt know what this meant but he understood that he would be getting rid of one who ate more than he was worth and he wouldnt suffer any more when I went roming. But he thought that may be this gentleman one of those men who go to the fairs and the marketplaces with a Monky and may be he would lay his hands on me and he didnt like that idea but that gentleman said he was a grand comes palatinus and among the Alamans there werent any Sodomiten
what are these sodomiten my father asked and I explained theyre kypioni shit he said kypioni are everywhere but when the Gentleman pulled out another five Coins after the two of the night before then he forgot everything and said son go then and maybe this is a piece of luck for you and may be for us too since one way or another these Alamans are always around our partts and this means you can come and see us now and then and I said I swear I will and I was ready to leave but I still felt a lump in my throat because I saw my mother crying like I was going off to die
et so we left and the Gentleman told me to take him to where the Castrum of the imperials was and I said thats easy you just follow the sun that is go where it comes from
and as we were going and could already see the tents a company of horsemen arrived all decked out and when they see us they fall on their knees and lower their pikes and their banners and raise their swords why what can this be I asked myself and they started yelling Chaiser Kaisar here and Keiser there and Sanctissimus Rex and they kissed that gentlemans hand and my jaw almost fell off because my mouth was open so wide like an oven because it was only then I understood the gentleman with the red beard was the emperor Fridericus in flesh and blood and I had been telling him madeup stories all night like he was any old asshole
now he'll have them cut off my head I say to myself but still I cost him VII coins and if hed wanted to cut my head off he would of done it last night gratis et amoredei
et he said dont be afraid of anything its all right Im bearing news of a great Vision little puer tell us all the vision you had in the wood and I drop down like I had the falling sickness and my eyes open wide and theres foam on my mouth and I yell I saw I saw and I tell the whole storey of Saint Baudolino who made the prophecy to me and they all praise Dominnus Domine Deus and say Miraculo miraculo gottstehmirbei
and with them there were also the messengers of Terdona who hadnt yet decided whether to surrender but when they heard me they lay flat on the ground and said if even the saints were against them then they better surrender because it couldnt go on anyway
et then I saw the Derthonesi who were all coming out of the City men women and children et vetuli too and they were crying while the alamans carried them away like they were beeccie that is berbices and sheep everywhere and the people of Pavia who cheered and entered Turtona like lunnatics with faggots and hammers and clubs and picks because tearing a city down to the ground was enough to make them come
et towards evening I saw on the hill a great smoke and Terdona or Derthona was just about gone and this is how war is as my father Galiaudo says its an ugly animal war is
but better them than us
et in the evening the Emperor comes back all happy to the Tabernacula and gives me a slap on the cheek like my father never did and then he calls a gentleman who turned out to be the good canon Rahewinus and tells him he wants me to learn to write and the abacus and even gramar which then I didnt know what it was but now slowly I learn and my father Galiaudo never immagined such a thing
what a great thing to be a man of learning and who would ever have thought it
gratis agimus domini dominus I mean thanks to the Lord
all the same writing a story makes you sweat even in winter also Im afraid because the lamp has gone out and as the man said my thumb akes
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I really enjoyed this book. My sister gave it to me for Christmas last year and I read the first chapter and decided I didn't want to read it- I was frustrated by not being able to understand the different languages, the references to the locations and events of the time, etc., and the main character seemed a little raunchy. However, I picked it up again a few months ago and I liked it a lot. I decided to just 'go with it' and not try to figure out what everything meant, where everything was, what was going on at the time, etc. I found the entire book enjoyable (not just the end (though I did think the ending was fitting as well)... while I was reading I didn't feel like I wanted to finish to get it over with- I enjoyed the journey.) My point is this: I think the book can be read on two different levels. One, you can try to understand everything about the time period, the places, and the languages spoken, which would probably be even more interesting/exciting or two, you can just take things for face value and enjoy the story. This is what I did and I loved it. To the people who were bored by this book and thought it was too long, I would advise trying to read it again but without worrying about understanding every detail and historical reference. I have a lot of trouble finishing books, but I didn't have any trouble with this one, so I think it is a good book both for people who want a book dense with historical references, and for people who want a lighter read, just a fun read, or a 'beach book.'
Renaissance man Umberto Eco continues to enthrall with a return to the era he so masterfully painted in "The Name Of The Rose." An intrepid, nonparallel story teller he again visits the Middle Ages with Baudolino, a marvelous blend of history and imagination. It is April 1204 and a northern Italian peasant, Baudolino, is in Constantinople, the resplendent capital of the Byzantine Empire. The city staggers under the relentless onslaught of the knights of the Fourth Crusade who pillage and burn. Oblivious to his own safety Baudolino rescues an important personage, a historian from sure death at the hands of the marauding warriors. This is the person to whom Baudolino recounts his life story - a colorful narrative laced with fantasy and adventure. Although of humble birth, we learn that Baudolino is rich in two areas: the art of inspired prevarication and an aptitude for learning languages. When still a youngster he was adopted by Emperor Frederick Barbarossa who later sent the boy to the university in Paris. Affable and quick, Baudolino soon made friends in France with those who shared his somewhat reckless taste for adventure. Together a group of them journey to the east and embark upon a search for a mythical priest-king, Prester John. It is believed that Prester John's domain is a fabled land inhabited by eunuchs, unicorns, beautiful maidens, and bizarre beings with misplaced orifices. As is his wont the unsurpassed Eco weaves his story with ruminations of weighty matters such as theology, politics, government, and history. He does this with fluid prose and provocative thoughts that inevitably draw readers into the author's unique land of enchantment, a magical place that one is reluctant to leave.
This is another big win for Umberto Eco. He's not really a novelist -- just like Graham Greene, he calls his fiction "entertainments" -- and instead is the leading scholar of semiotics, the philosphy of signs and symbols, and so each story is typically an extended intellectual game. Although it's very heavy going, the "hard thinking" here is made palable because, as in each of the other novels, the main character is a young man, and so the historical events and issues are juxtaposed against his coming-of-age. This time it's the 12th Century, so you get a crusade, one of the sackings of Constantinople, the Ur-german Emperor Barbarossa, conspiracy theories going back to Charlemagne, and the architecture of Prester John. It's not a cozy read, and there's a reason why it was released in the Fall; this is not beach-reading. It's not too far a stretch, instead, to compare this, and Eco's others, to the weightiest writings of any language, like Plato or Melville or Eliot. This work can be read and re-read and re-read, again and again, and will yield anew each time.
Let's make a couple of things totally clear: 1. This is a book for bookworms. If you don't have ample historical and classic training, don't even start. 2. This is not a book for dummies. If you can not concentrate for more than 15 minutes, if you can't analyze and keep several threads of thought active simulteneously, if you don't want to pay attention to details, and if you don't appreciate elegant language and prose, don't waste your time. Go read Stephen King instead. If you can do all the above mentioned and also some serious intellectual inclination or training, this is the book for you. I thought Eco has lost his touch after 'Island of the Day Before'. But I really enjoyed this book. It is funny, interesting, and packs a lot of medieval philosophycal punch. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Umberto Eco is a master of historical novells. Ever since his world wide bestseller 'The Name of the Rose' (made into a major film with Sean Connery in the leading role) Eco has earned a place among the best writers of historic fiction. Now 'Baudolino' is about to be released in English. In Baudolino he tells the tale of Fredrik I Barbarossa, the germanic emperor who opposed pope Alexander the III in the 12th century. In this story he weaves the life of Baudalino - a north-italian country boy that Barbarossa adopts as his own son. I greatly enjoyed his first two novells 'The Name of the Rose' and 'Foucault's Pendulum' but was dissapointed by his third (at least the third released in Swedish) 'The Island of the Day Before' therefore I was a bit apprehensive of this book. Would be a new Rose or a new Island? As it happened I think it's more of an Island than a Rose. Fredrik Barbarossa (Red beard) lived was born about 1120 and died on the third crusade in Asia in 1190. According to my encyclopedia he was made king over 'Germany' and the western Roman empire in 1152 and had numerous problems with the more or less independent (northern) italian city states. During the period 1158-1168 he had several campaigns in Italy which Eco in his book pays utmost attention - which makes the main part of the book a slow read. The main action in this part of the book is endless travels between Paris (where Baudalino is studying), Germany and northern Italy. In the campaign Milano is won and completely destroyed. In 1167 the fortress Alessandria (just outside Baudalinos place of birth) is built and in the book turned into a small town. Eco tells the tale of how Baudalino saves the town from the besieging troups of Barbarossa, and in fact the real Alessandria was never captured by the emperor. Although it is doubtfull if it was saved in the way portraid in the book. On route from the unsuccessfull campaign against Alessandria, Barbarossas troups are set upon by troups of the north-italian league and thoroughly routed. This is also a historic fact. At the end of his reign Barbarossa engaged in the third crusade. And this is were Eco's novell is saved. Eco manages the portray the crusade and the adventures to Baudalino and his comrades in style. Barbarossa dies in 1190 by drowning in the river Salef. In the book this is turned into a question of foul play or was it natural causes? We are eventually given Eco's suggestion but we have to wait many pages for the surprising conclusion. When Barbarossa dies, Baudalino et consortes sets off on a quest to find the promised land of Johannes the mythic priest and king. The best part of the tale is of the battle at the mythic city of Pndapetzim where all sorts of groteque beings battle with the huns for their lives and the city. All in all I think the book is let down by the slow pace of the first part of the book. When we reach the tale of the crusade (if the reader manages to keep the interest up for that long) we are led on an intriguing journey in the mythological world of medieval Europe.
the Forrest Gump of Byzantium, Baudolino always seems to find himself in the midst of earth-changing history with no hope of having his role acknowledged. a teller of tall tales and general scoundrel our hero is likable but not to be taken without skepticism. a rollicking read, enjoyable if stilted at times.
A phrase used to describe 'Foucault's Pendulum' also aptly describes 'Baudolino:' "endlessly diverting." It is at once fascinating history, bawdy farce, riveting mystery, and profound allegory.
Great reading, lots of fun. Wish that I knew more about the period to appreciate the book more.
This book might seem a bit eccentric to someone who hasn't read one of Eco's books before, otherwise you might be a bit more prepared for it. I thought that the story was interesting, and while the end didn't seem that satisfactory to me, it overall didn't let the book down too much. I didn't enjoy it quite as much as The Island of The Day Before, or Foucault's Pendulum, as it seemed perhaps a bit less serious, with everything being that little bit less convincing. The book is meant to be funny, and not taken completely seriously though, and it does manage to be funny in places and does not miss the mark by too much. Present in full force are the digressions into philosophy and theology that the author seems to like to indulge in in his novels, I find them interesting, while they will be lost completely on others I imagine. Overall this book should appeal to those with an interest in the medieval times, fans of the author, and those who like a sprawling adventure story.
The novel starts out promising, powered by Eco's great gift for conjuring up vivid images of past cultures, in this case medieval Italy. But about half way through the novel changes character plunging into an overdrive of fantastical events and figures. I wasn't convinced.
This is another diverting instance of Eco playing around with history, mythology, and ideas like a kid with Legos or something. This one is nominally set in 12th Century Byzantium and Northern Italy, but pulls in all kinds of crazy stuff from the early Sorbonne to the court of Frederick Barbarossa to the Assasins to the greater part of a mythological bestiary. The main thrust is the use of the Prester John myth as a political tool for Barbarossa's attempts to expand his power, but as with most of Eco's work, people soon start believing their own tales, and the protagonists set off on a quest for John's mythical kingdom, where all kinds of mythological and quasi-historical madness ensues. If you like Eco's other stuff, you'll definitely enjoy this one too.
Baudolino is in his sixties when he saves a minister of Constantinople during its sacking by the Fourth Crusade. This provides opportunity for him to recount his life story, one that begins as a historical fiction centered in the Holy Roman Emperor in the company of Barbarossa, but lends itself to fantasy once he engages upon a journey that leads him into an unlikely version of the middle east and India.I liked The Name of the Rose and Foucault's Pendulum, but this novel was easily the most fun to read. Loads of humour and pathos + brain candy = a rare find, but here it is. As with the author's other novels there is much playfulness incorporating European legends of the Middle Ages, here centered mostly upon the mythical realm of Prester John, and the Holy Grail. The narrator is wonderfully unreliable by his own confession. He openly admits to viewing lying as bringing things into being, merely by bearing false witness to them. There's an interesting, sharply defined progression from the first half of the story when Baudolino could be given benefit of the doubt (as what he says fits well with historical fact), into the latter half where he is clearly making everything up. Ironically Niketas appears to find his tale more credible in this latter half, even as it becomes increasingly wondrous (a similar theme was apparent in Foucault's Pendulum). Regardless of the facts or fiction contained in Baudolino's story, it always conveys a great deal of heart and he is eminently likeable as a character to the last. The author has taught us love for a liar, and respect for a liar's method of introducing wonder into the world, not unlike my appreciation for this talented writer.
Baudolino feels more like a contrived and expanded homage to Borges, if not also a prolapse of The Name of the Rose. Here we are not privy to Eco the complicated weaver of a tale as we find in Foucault's Pendulum, but a more tired Italian-academic sentimentalist.
The story centers around the (re)making of the legend of Prester John (cf. The Travels of John Mandeville) and the wonders of the east, as known to the mind of the medieval scholastic. To me, the plot lacked the momentum of The Name of the Rose, but Eco's verbal playfulness, polysemy and knowledge of European history kept me delightfully charmed throughout.
excellent story by one of my favorite authors, Umberto Eco. I've seen this book really panned because it didn't "measure up to" Name of the Rose, but don't let that deter you. The two books are apples and oranges and shouldn't be compared together.As the story opens, Constantinople is being sacked in 1204 and the hero of this novel, Baudolino, is telling his dear friend Niketas Choniates, who, as it turns out, is the most famous chronicler of these events. As Baudolino begins his tale, it takes the reader back in time to when he was just a child, the son of a peasant family in what is now Italy. By some bizarre chance, he encountered the famous Emperor Frederick Barbarossa (so called for his red beard) and again by chance, became his adopted son. The story continues through the sacking of the city, as Baudolino relates his very bizarre life and the odd things that happened to him before he arrived in Constantinople. The problem is that Baudolino himself knows that he is an accomplished liar. No matter; this story will keep you entertained for hours. It is funny, sarcastic, full of an H. Rider Haggard type of adventure, and the ending is probably the most ironic of any book I've come across lately. Please don't miss this one; it is one of the most intelligent things I have had the pleasure of reading in a long time. Highly recommended if you want something out of the ordinary.
This was a fantastic read in every sense. Eco managed to make this interesting on levels that aren't always his strong suit--enchanting characters, plot, themes, real suspense. I was really not expecting this work to live up to the level of The Name of the Rose and Foucault's Pendulum--or expected that it would somehow exhaust the breadth of the interesting and novel intellectual puzzles or concepts that Eco had to offer his readers through fiction. Needless to say, I was glad to find that standard upheld. This work raises some fascinating question about the nature of truth and testimony, reality, history, social progress, the nature of faith, narrative as a concept, the nature of language as a communication device, translation, and cause and effect. There are a great number of subtle intellectual references cast into a sparkling narrative with a real and almost linear plot (something of a surprise coming from Eco, I think) and some of the most humorous--if dark--and creative historical redescriptions I have ever happened upon. I also get the sense that there's a bit of biography hidden in this work for Baudolino's fellow Alessandrian Umberto Eco.
Substance: Full of information and atmosphere about 12th century Europe and Constantinople, with a deliberate blurring of fact and mythology taken as fact at the time. The engaging protagonist, an inveterate liar who seems to have been responsible for most of the major historical events of the period, discovers that he gets into the most trouble when he tells the truth. Eco takes 300 pages to get to the central mystery (death of Frederick Barbarossa) and 200 more to produce the solution.Style: An easy narrative voice that makes learned discourses enjoyable and exotic imaginings plausible.Notes: see pages 232 and 518 on the crux of life's decisions.
Strange structure, almost like he decided to make it a mystery novel in the last chapter. Funny but kind of silly sometimes.
This was an interesting book. It wasn't a very easy read but it was fun and somtimes pretty funny. In the Name of the Rose (for those who read it) there is a special book that is the cause for the problems. I can not remember the title it was given but I do remember the description and Baudolino could very well be the book descriped. This book was written from the point of view someone who's maps still had around the edges Monsters depicting the unknown lands and seas.
Probably one of the most dissapointing offerings from Eco. Far from his best.
"Time is an eternity that stammers. You understand? And with time, he created fire, which gives heat but risks burning everything, water, which quenches thirst but also drowns; earth, which nourishes the grasses but can become avalanche and suffocate them; air, which lets us breathe but can become hurricane..."This is the life story of one Baudolino, a man who dedicated his life to searching for Prester John and the Grasal, and tells of the many places he saw and people he met in the meantime. Religion and history, always one of my favourite mixtures :)
I didn't like this as well as I did "Name of the Rose," but it was still a decent read. Some very amusing tales of mythical creatures.
I've always been drawn to Umberto Eco's amazing ability at constructing labyrinthine plots and his equally amazing ability with constructing words on a page. In Baudolino we have Eco at his best, weaving a complicated tale, constructed in such a way that we're never certain that it really is fiction.
“Baudolino” is a fanciful and mythical novel by Umberto Eco, set in the twelfth century Europe and the Near East. Eco, best known for his masterwork “The Name of the Rose,” returns with “Baudolino” to the theme medieval Europe, albeit of somewhat earlier date. The eponymous protagonist of this novel finds himself adopted by an accident by the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick I, which sets him on the path of high adventure. During Baudolino’s years of study in Paris, he befriends a motely crew of thinkers, poets, and adventurers, and with their help conjures a plan to discover the land of mythical Prester John, who supposedly lives somewhere far in the East. Most of the second half of the novel concerns the journey of Baudolino and his companions. Most of the stories in here are told from the Baudolino’s perspective, as he narrates them to Niketas Choniates, a famous twelfth century Byzantine historian, whose life he had saved during the sacking of Constantinople. Frederick I and Niketas Choniates are just a couple of actual historical characters who appear in “Baudolino” under very unusual and highly fabricated circumstances. Eco knows his history very well, and is able to push the plausibility into the lacunae of our knowledge and fill them up with fanciful interconnected narrative. In the latter part of the book, though, he almost completely abandons any appeal to realism, and takes the reader on a wild ride through some of the most fantastic and imaginative scenes taken from the medieval myth and lore. Both readers and the literary critics have not in general been impressed by any of the Eco’s fictional works, with the notable exception of the “Name of the Rose.” That book had propelled Eco well into the stratosphere of modern literary celebrities, and he’s been able to capitalize on that reputation for the better part of the last three decades. Unfortunately, “Baudolino” does nothing to repair the generally low impression that Eco’s later novels had left. Despite the dazzling displays of erudition and mastery of medieval history and lore, the novel doesn’t have a sense of unified and coherent narrative. The characters are very colorful, but they lack the depth of emotion and are not very convincing as actual flash and blood individuals. It’s almost as if Eco had tried to develop every character around a particular idea. This can sometimes work in a short story, but in order for the reader to care about them over the course of a long novel, they needed to poses a lot more verisimilitude to the actual human beings. Parts of the novel are intended as a tongue-in-cheek criticism and lampooning of the medieval inter-Christian controversies and disputes. This in itself has some appeal, and it leads to some of the funnier situations and scenes in the book, but even here Eco manages to go overboard and overwork his points. Overall, “Baudolino” is an interesting exercise in adapting comedia dell’arte for the modern audience, but unfortunately it is too overwrought and overstylized for it to be either amusing or engrossingly thought provoking. It’s still an interesting enough novel, and if you are into the medieval history then you’ll find a lot of curious and fascinating material in it.