I've been trying to read Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. Because I'm enough of a book snob to sneer at those lightweight romances, family sagas and run-of-the-mill thrillers, I thought I'd try something a little more literary.
There's really something quite off-putting about a novel in which every sentence requires me to pick up my dictionary. Especially when some of the words in those sentences aren't even in the dictionary.
I wonder, could I just toss the book aside as pretentious rubbish which only the most high-brow member of the literati would appreciate?
Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake is proving to be much more forgiving.