|Mysterious flame of memory|
In gradually gaining the sensory knowledge that memory supports, Eco brings to life such otherwise mundane objects as a jar of mustard and a clove of garlic using his own intricate intellect, as revealed through Bodoni, whose very name is a form of writing, the font known as Bodoni. Yet, not so mundane in the story is the recurring metaphor of fog, especially the gray fog for which the city of Milan is known and in which Senior Bodoni perpetually finds himself.
Amid the angst of a man who knows much except himself, the concepts of name and the process of naming go to identity and more, because what Bodoni is trying hardest to remember is his first love. Isn’t that what all of us, in one way or another, seek to do as we return over and over again to memory and to the meaning we long for in the elements of daily life?
What love are you trying to recapture, perhaps in your writing?