Title: Plodding, like a plow horse
Review: I'm an avid reader of many different genres - historical fiction, mystery, non-fiction history, sci-fi, fantasy, and even comic books and graphic novels. I generally like a deep, multi-faceted tome. I adore Umberto Eco. But this one never got moving - the action is as dull and plodding as an old plow horse, every bit of minutiae is pondered and examined and wondered at for so long, the book forgets its own plotlines. The characters, while promising at first, never fully develop into three dimensional people for me. And I found, that at about page 200, I couldn't care less if I ever found out what happened to these people. That's when I put the book down and moved on. I cannot believe this brick won a Pulitzer.
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