“Is nothing sacred?”
No. Nothing is. Because once you claim sanctity for it, you remove the capacity to doubt it, to question it. And you should always doubt. Always question.
Name of the Rose is more relevant now than when I first read it years ago. Now, between trigger warnings, comedic no-man’s-lands and actual belief in thinly-veiled paraphrases of “the simple must not speak,” it is more powerful. I don’t know how it felt in 1980 Italy or 1983 America. But it’s damned relevant now. Go read it.
(Seriously. Even if you’ve no interest in historical fiction. Even if you just think Sherlock is hot, you’ll still gain from this book. In spades.)