A review by paulataua
The Seventh Function of Language by Laurent Binet

3.0

After loving ‘HHhH’ so much, I guess I expected too much from “The Seventh Function of Language”, and it never really lived up to those expectations. It started well enough. The premise of Barthes’s accidental death possibly not being an accident was great, and the novel had its moments when dealing with the likes of Deleuze and Foucault. As it progressed, however, it became more and more hilariously funny, whacky, zany and all those kinds of humor I really don’t get on with. I can accept why so many people have raved about it, but it really wasn’t my kind of thing.