It is always sad
when you have to say goodbye to members of your family or to your friends. Such
is the case of Umberto Eco and Harper Lee. They became part of your routine
with their books and they will be missed.
I was still
young when I heard about this writer, Umberto Eco. It was in Santa Cruz de la
Sierra, where mom was living, and she had that book The Name of the Rose on her night table, when I had the chance to
read him for the first time. Yes, my mom was a good reader and had bought that
book that was kind of fashionable at the time, after the movie and all. As it
usually happens I liked the book better and felt that I needed to follow him.
He became as a brother or cousin and I bought his next book, Foucault´s
Pendulum. As the years passed I had to do different things but I couldn´t
forget this author. How could I? Now it seems easy to do but to write about
medieval monks killing each other to protect or uncover a secret is, at the
least, complex.