I finally finished Umberto Eco’s Baudolino last week… and to tell the truth it was a bit of a disappointment. While quite entertaining in parts, overall I found it difficult to empathise with any of the characters and ultimately it was a little boring. The book’s theme, to my mind, seemed to be about the power of a well told lie to become the truth. Similar to Foucault’s Pendulum in this respect: but set in 12th century Europe.
Eco is just too clever by half. But I think I already knew that before I started reading this book.
