A review by smithmick14
Travels in HyperReality by Umberto Eco

Umberto Eco is simply unfair. A person who thinks so deeply and so completely about…everything…should not have so much graceful command over writing without complexity. A man who understands seemingly every piece of symbolism in the western canon down to its very philological roots should not be able to write something as fun as The Name of the Rose or as insightful/dark as an analysis of the Baudrillard-esque descriptions of the pseudo-reality created by the simulacra proffered by Disneyworld.

I remain in awe of him and was blown away by his ability to write nonfiction. All I can say is I am intensely envious of the Italian populace of the 70’s/80’s that would’ve gotten to read his opinions of the world in real-time in newspaper columns.