Right now, I’m reading Umberto Eco’s The Prague Cemetery. It’s good, but it’s a lot quicker-going than most of what I read and that’s kind of an adjustment for me. Great structure and storytelling that moves at a clip; more often, I read things that have a degree of resistance, that demand closer reading, that slow you down. This isn’t like that. It’s rich with details and plot movement and subplots and conversations and people with assumed identities who walk the streets in costumes and go by different names.