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“Night, in which, if it were to summarize the prodigious revelations of which it speaks, the title would have to be as long as the chapter itself, contrary to usage”
In the musty room, Jorge is waiting, “looking at [them] as if he could see” (563). He has been here since the afternoon, after Abo summoned him to a private meeting. William pleads for the life of the trapped man, but Jorge says he has broken the mechanism that opens the doorway. It is the abbot, and by now, he is dead. Abo had figured out Jorge’s involvement and declared the finis Africae would be opened–there would be no more secrets. In order to deceive Abo, Jorge promised to kill himself in a way that would preserve the honor of the abbey; Abo would then come here to ‘discover’ the body. To set his trap, Jorge sends Abo through the passageway that only he knew about.
William has figured out that Jorge has been the mastermind of the library for forty years. He is the unknown librarian whose handwriting appears in the ledger William had examined earlier that day. When Jorge realized he was going blind and could no longer control the library, he had an abbot appointed whom he could manipulate, and successive librarians whom he could bend to his will. William declares: “I want to see the second book of the Poetics of Aristotle, the book everyone has believed lost or never written, and of which you hold perhaps the only copy” (567). This famous book is the forbidden text that Jorge has hidden away in the finis Africae, so no one can ever read its subversive teachings on laughter.
Jorge now hands over the bound manuscript, listening as William puts on gloves and opens the book. He reads aloud in the original Greek then translates into Latin for Adso. When the pages get stuck, Jorge urges William to press on, but William is not fooled: by now, he knows Jorge has poisoned the pages, so any reader who might lick his lips, to leaf through the pages, would die. This poison accidentally killed Malachi: though he usually obeyed Jorge, this one time, he did not. This poison, stolen from Severinus’s infirmary so long ago, is what makes the forbidden book lethal.
“The rest,” says William, “is simple” (571). Berengar, as assistant librarian, knows the secret of the finis Africae and exchanges this information to seduce Adelmo. The latter, before killing himself, confesses all to Jorge, who in turn poisons the book, which is then stolen by the curious Venantius. Berengar finds Venantius’s corpse, and, fearing exposure, dumps the body in the vat of pig’s blood. He then reads the forbidden book himself and succumbs to the same poison. Since the book had been stashed by Berengar in the infirmary, Jorge sends Malachi to retrieve it, and also instigates the librarian—we do not know how—into killing Severinus. Then, instead of obeying the prohibition, Malachi succumbs to curiosity and is also poisoned by the book, an unintended victim of Jorge’s plot. William berates himself for having believed that this series of calamities was unfolding according to some divine plan. By believing in this false pattern, William has been misled by his own reason. Jorge, however, insists that there is divine intervention here. He is not a murderer because he has “killed no one”; Instead, “each died according to his destiny because of his sins” (573). Convinced that this was the will of God, Jorge takes the book back.
“Night, in which the ecpyrosis takes place, and because of excess virtue the forces of hell prevail”
As the battle of wills concludes, William declares victory: “I have found you, I have found the book” (584). Slowly, Jorge begins to tear the pages of the poison book and eat them. Adso and William struggle with him, but he deftly evades them, dousing the lamp and leaving all three in darkness. Jorge rushes to the mirrored door hoping to lock them in the secret room forever, but they manage to escape and he disappears into the darkness. Adso remembers his flint and struggles to re-light the lamp, while William urges haste before the book is lost again forever. A chase ensues, and when Jorge falls, they throw themselves on top of him. During the struggle, Jorge grabs their lamp and hurls it away, where it lands on a pile of books. A fire starts, and spreads quickly, aided by gusts of wind blowing through the ancient stone walls. Jorge’s blindness makes his other senses more acute: he feels the direction of the flames, and hurls Aristotle’s book onto the fire. William and Adso must now relinquish the precious volume in order to save the rest of the books. William rushes to the kitchen to fetch water, and Adso races to wake the monks. He rings the abbey bell, but his efforts to organize a fire brigade fail–the monks consider the library so inviolable that they cannot fathom what is happening. Nicholas attempts to take charge, but even he cannot create order from the increasing chaos. William reappears, his clothes scorched. He knows now that “the library is lost,” and he weeps (593). Some of the monks are killed while trying to fight the fire. A terrified Benno appears, and runs toward the library, never to be seen again. The fire spreads to the scriptorium, and all run aimlessly about, hindering one another instead of helping. The wind causes the fire to spread to the Church, and it is then that the monks realize the entire abbey is in danger. William runs to the cloister to retrieve his and Adso’s belongings, and they flee.
The novel’s final section, “Seventh Day,” contains only two chapters: “Night,” and “Night, in which the ecpyrosis takes place, and because of excess virtue the forces of hell prevail.” The first chapter encompasses the revelation that Jorge is the mastermind behind all the murders; the second chapter describes the physical battle between Jorge and his would-be captors, a struggle which leads to the devastating fire (“ecpyrosis”) that engulfs first the library and then the entire abbey.
The “forces of hell” represent not only the devastating fire, but the hatred and distortion in Jorge’s soul. Earlier, during Jorge’s excruciating sermon, William had joked that Jorge resembles his own description of the Antichrist. Now, the words that William had spoken in jest have become prophetic. As they watch the abbey burn, William says:
In that face, deformed by hatred of philosophy, I saw for the first time the portrait of the Antichrist…The Antichrist can be born from piety itself, from excessive love of God or of the truth, as the heretic is born of the saint and the possessed from the seer. Fear prophets, Adso, and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them. Jorge did a diabolical thing because he loved his truth so lewdly that he dared anything in order to destroy falsehood (598).
Jorge is unrepentant to the very end. He must destroy the second book of Aristotle’s Poetics because it is the will of God. William asks why this is book so dangerous, when there are other books, on many blasphemous topics, in the library. But this book was written by “the Philosopher,” Jorge says, the name used for Aristotle by the many medieval theologians and thinkers who revered him. Indeed, Saint Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274), the renowned Dominican friar, philosopher, and theologian was known to call Aristotle “the Philosopher.” Aquinas embraced Aristotelian thought and attempted to synthesize his philosophy with the principles of Christianity. It is interesting to note that Aquinas was canonized fifty years after his death, in 1323, by the real Pope John XXII, whose presence looms so large in this novel.
Aristotle’s Poetics (c.a. 335 BCE) is the earliest surviving work of dramatic theory; it is believed to have been comprised of two books, one on tragedy and one on comedy, but only the first book survives. With the loss of the study of ancient Greek in the early medieval Latin West, Aristotle was practically unknown there from c. AD 600 to c. 1100 except through a Latin translation. In the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, interest in Aristotle revived and Latin Christians had translations made, both from Arabic translations and from the original Greek. After Aquinas’s writings on Aristotle received wide acclaim, the demand for Aristotle's writings grew and stimulated a revival of Aristotelianism in Europe that continued into the Renaissance.
To Jorge, Aristotle “has destroyed a part of the learning that Christianity had accumulated over the centuries” (576). It is the Church fathers and the Bible itself that should hold dominion over the Word of God. But Church Fathers such as Aquinas were “seduced” by the pagan writer. It was Aristotle who took the “divine names” for things, and “renamed them” by “following the proud paths of natural reason” (575-76). The lost secondbook of the Poetics was written to justify comedy, and to elevate laughter itself. In“Night,” Jorge and William have their final debate about the dangers of laughter, and Jorge believes he is “the hand of God” (582). William insists that “the hand of God creates; it does not conceal” (582). But Jorge is certain, otherwise, why did God:
allow this text to be lost over the centuries, and only one copy to be saved, and the copy of that copy, which had ended up God knows where…to lie abandoned in the secrecy of an old library, where I, not you, was called by Providence to find it and to hide it for more years still (583).
William tells Jorge he is the Devil, and Jorge is puzzled. William explains that the devil is “arrogance of the spirit, faith without a smile, trust that is never seized by doubt” (581). Jorge calls William “a clown,” which echoes what he believes to be the central mistake of the Franciscans: their embrace of the “simple” people, whom Jorge wishes would keep silent. Aristotle’s book, with its emphasis on the lives of ordinary folks, “would have justified the tongue of the simple [as] the vehicle of wisdom” (582). But “the simple should not speak,” according to Jorge (582). And Jorge, as God’s rightful agent, will prevent this book from seeing the light of day. Thus, the murder victims were culpable, and they died for their sins–each victim “poisoned himself when he was alone, and only to the extent that he wanted to read” (575).
In the end, as the library burns, William weeps, for “it was the greatest library in Christendom,” and “now the Antichrist is truly at hand” (598). For William, damnation does not consist of books, but in their destruction. William believes that “the mission of those who love mankind is to make people laugh at the truth, to make truth laugh, because the only truth lies in learning to free ourselves from insane passion for the truth” (598). Adso is still struggling to accept the ambiguity of William’s world view, and he insists that, in his investigations in the abbey, William has uncovered many truths.
Here, William distinguishes between “truth,” and “signs,” and the novel returns to its semiotic roots (599). He declares, “I have never doubted the ‘truth of signs,’” and these signs are “the only things man has with which to orient himself in the world” (599). But in order to make meaning, one must understand the “relation among signs.” William, now defeated, asks: “where is all my wisdom, then?” (599). He now knows that he was pursuing “a semblance of order,” when he “should have known that there is no order in the universe” (599). Despite this realization, William admits that he too struggles. It is hard for him, he reveals, “to accept the idea that there cannot be an order in the universe because it would offend the free will of God and His omnipotence” (600). For the first and last time in his life, Adso attempts “to express a theological conclusion,” asking if a belief in God’s omnipotence and His absolute free will is “tantamount to demonstrating that God does not exist?” (600). The moment is a powerful one. William and his pupil, standing amidst the chaos of death and destruction, debate the very existence of God. But William will only answer, “there is too much confusion here,” and they walk a further distance from the flames (601). It is as if they have glimpsed the mouth of hell itself—the specter of unbelief—and pull themselves away.
By Umberto Eco