I finished Foucault's Pendulum the other day, and I'm super disappointed after six-hundred forty one pages. The book itself is a glorious nightmare to puzzle through, a satire of conspiracy theories that's it's own remarkably well-constructed world domination plan spanning the past seven centuries and also total bullshit. My issue with Foucault's Pendulum, though, is how predictable it is. Might sound weird — but I freaking called it! The whole point and purpose of the book I summed up in my post from a few weeks back, more infelicitously than Eco, naturally. But also much more readably.

I should be a writer.