And now it’s Umberto Eco who has died.

Like most of the rest of the book reading world I bought what is perhaps Eco’s most famous work, The Name of the Rose, and I must say I enjoyed it. [The translation into USian had a problematic image for British readers though, when novice monks showed off their bare asses (in the refectory I think.) I thought, what are donkeys doing there?)]

I subsequently bought Foucault’s Pendulum but as yet, nearly thirty years later, Have not got round to reading it.

Too many books, too little time.

Umberto Eco: 5/1/1932 – 19/2/2016. So it goes.