A review by lactofermented
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco

4.25

this book is creaking under the weight of its long digressive lists and meandering theological discussions. it benefits much more from time being actively set aside to concentrate on it. i was bed-bound and feverish half the time i was reading it and the rest a semi-voluntary anchorite. gave me really weird homoerotic dreams. fortunately i love all of that shit. awesome 👍