This. Anyone trying to read it as a Dan Brown-paced racy thriller isn't going to find much entertainment, since it's essentially a search for a lost book by Plato and what that would mean for religion and culture. I liked it, but hated some of his other work- looking at you, Baudolino...

TBH, I love The Name of the Rose and Foucault's Pendulum to pieces, but I haven't been able to finish any of Eco's later novels. I don't know why.