Today, conspiracy, the
joy of Umberto Eco and the horror that is Dan Brown.
Review: Foucault’s
Pendulum – Umberto Eco
“The fault, dear
Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves that we are underlings.”
Julius Caesar
‘Foucault’s Pendulum’ is the second novel by Italian
writer, Umberto Eco. Originally published in Italian in 1988, eight years
after his debut, ‘The Name of the Rose’, an English translation came out the
following year.
The novel centres around three researchers at a publishing
house, Belbo, Diotallevi and Casaubon, the book’s narrator. Partly out of
boredom, partly from their boss’s plans to cash in on the public’s appetite for
occult books by releasing a series of volumes on the subject, the trio invent
their own grand unified conspiracy theory. ‘The Universal Plot’ or ‘The Plan’ encapsulates
many of the standard conspiracy tales that have only increased in popularity
with the onset of the Internet Age.
Thus, as their obsession grows and ‘The Plan’ becomes ever
more convoluted, it draws into itself alchemy, kabala, Hollow Earth theories
and the search for the Umbilicus Telluris or Navel of the World. It also
implicates the usual suspects, the Illuminati, the Rosicrucians, the Masons and
the Knights Templar. The men start to believe their own bullshit, reading too
much into things, making connections that don’t exist, mistaking coincidence
for design. They also attract the attention of shadowy forces who believe that
‘The Plan’ is for real.
The pendulum from which the novel takes its name is a weighed
length of string, fixed to a single point in space in such a way that it
remains stationary as the Earth spins around it. As the novel opens, Casaubon
has hidden himself inside a periscope in the ‘Conservatoire des Arts et
Metiers’ in Paris, where one version of the pendulum is on display, waiting for
nightfall. As he does so, he recounts the journey which has led him to this
point, from an undergraduate researching the Knights Templar, where he meets
Belbo and Diotallevi, two fellow patrons of his local bar, to his emigration to
Brazil and return to Italy, taking up a job at the publishing house, via a
stint as a literary private detective. Finally, through a narrative web that
draws in many strands, we discover why Casaubon is hiding inside a periscope
and how, ultimately, it all comes back to Foucault’s Pendulum.
Umberto Eco’s novel is a cautionary tale on the tenuous
nature of conspiracy theories. How people can see patterns where there are none
and how so many of us want desperately for there to be a grand order to
society, to the universe in general, because we find it hard to cope with the
thought that this might all be random and devoid of meaning. Must easier to
believe that the Illuminati are running everything. Or the Masons. Or some
other version of World Government. I’ve known people who think that every time
they see a triangle, it’s proof of the hand of the Masons. Or draw huge
significance from Microsoft Word’s spellchecker not recognising the word,
Illuminati. Ok, so I made that last one up, but it’s just as batty as anything
else I’ve heard on the subject.
What always happens with any conspiracy theory is that they
approach a vanishing point, a state of exponential increase until the
conspiracy grows to encompass everyone except the one exposing the conspiracy.
The conspiracy theorist likes to think of himself as Matthew Bennell (Donald
Sutherland) in ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’, when in reality he’s more like
Miles O’Brien (Colm Meaney) in the Deep Space 9 episode, ‘Whispers’. You’d
think that if the world really was controlled by a shadowy cabal of politicians
and business leaders, it would be run a little better than this. I don’t
believe in world government for the same reason I don’t believe in God, because
the planet and universe behave in exactly the way one would expect if no one
was in charge. It’s the principle of Occam’s Razor, the simplest explanation is
usually the right one. That should be an end to matters.
Conspiracies also present us with a scapegoat for our own
failings. I’m sure that a study of professionals at the top of their field
would reveal very few who believed in UFOs, 9/11 as an inside job, world
government or the unlimited reach of the Masons/Illuminati/insert organisation as
desired. I’m sure that there are (not so) secret societies that have some
influence in the world, like the Bilderberg Group or the World Economic Forum (currently
meeting in Davos, Switzerland), but their influence is overstated.
The reason the world is in this state is the same reason it
had always been in this state, because human beings in all the various strata of
society are competitive creatures. The most powerful are no different than the
rest of us, in fact they’re even more likely to sell each other out. You only
have to look at the history of any major religion to see how quickly unity
gives way to schism. The sign of growing maturity is that you cease to see
conspiracy everywhere and start instead to see incompetence. I personally
believe there was a cover up
surrounding the 9/11 attacks, but a cover up to conceal Bush and Cheney’s
incompetence rather than their involvement. Truth is prosaic, but no less
disturbing for its banality. We invent urban legends and conspiracies that we
are powerless to prevent in order to distract us from the real world problems facing
us that we are too apathetic to do anything about.
Foucault’s Pendulum has been described as “the thinking
man’s Da Vinci Code”, which seems unfair when you consider that ‘Foucault’s
Pendulum’ predates the Dan Brown ‘novel’ by fifteen years. Umberto Eco said
that he was compelled to read the Da Vinci Code because so many people asked him about it, describing Dan
Brown as, “one of the characters in my novel... I wrote the grotesque
representation of these kind of people. So Dan Brown is one of my creatures.” I
tend to agree. I believe the success of Dan Brown to be a conspiracy of the
illiterate to destroy both fiction and the publishing industry.
As well as being a cautionary tale on conspiracy theory,
‘Foucault’s Pendulum’ is a cracking read and a thriller par excellance. Of all the novels that I read in the last twelve
months, ‘Foucault’s Pendulum’ is easily the best. Then, any author who can have
a subtle dig at anti-Shakespeare-as-author conspiracies by having seventeenth
century characters writing lines from ‘Finnegans Wake’ is bound to give me a
literary hard on. Umberto, you had me at ‘riverrun’.
That’s just me. For everyone else I say:
Away with conspiracy, away with apathy, away with Dan Brown.
You’re worth so much more than that.
Chose action. Chose literature. Chose ‘Foucault’s Pendulum’.
Get it done.
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