Like a lot of people, I was enchanted by The Name of the Rose, baffled by Foucault’s Pendulum, and ignored Eco’s subsequent work, but picked this up cheap a while back and have now got onto it. I’m glad to say that I mostly enjoyed it; Eco’s protagonist starts the novel with amnesia and must reconstruct his own memories by revisiting his family’s country retreat and going through his own souvenirs of youth before and during the Second World War, a process that brings back adventures with the local resistance as well as his teenage love interest. It is beautifully illustrated and for most of the book appears to be going somewhere interesting but unfortunately peters out at the end.