The Name of the Rose

YAWN. I get that this is probably a brilliant book, it seemed terribly dry for a friggin' murder mystery. I quit halfway through reading this book.

I think I know enough about middle-age-type monasteries, so the extensive scene-setting just seemed like it went on forever. Our narrator is an acolyte of a wandering monk who has hung around Roger Bacon, and so therefore is a walking one-man Enlightenment. It's not as interesting as it sounds.

Noted on November 10, 2013