Morto lo scrittore Umberto Eco. Ci mancherà il suo sguardo sul mondo. Aveva 84 anni. E’ stato filosofo, semiologo e grande esperto della
comunicazione. Non ha mai perso la voglia di osservare la politica.
A great loss to Italy, literature, philosophy, and the world. It’s not often that I personally mourn the death of a public figure, but to the extent that I had an intellectual idol, it was him.
He was as brilliant in person as he was in print, but he was also friendly and even charming. He was not merely kind to his intellectual inferiors and his awestruck fans, he was patient and generous. And although his later novels never reached the heights of his first two, those two, Il Nome della Rosa and Il Pendolo di Foucault are two of the greatest ever written in the Italian language.
He was one of the few modern immortals and I am deeply saddened that he will write no more. Addio dottore.