As an adolescent I wrote comic books, because I read lots of them, and fantasy novels set in Malaysia and Central Africa. I was a perfectionist and wanted to make them look as though they had been printed, so I wrote them in capital letters and made up title pages, summaries, illustrations. It was so tiring that I never finished any of them. I was at that time a great writer of unaccomplished masterpieces.
Umberto Eco in the Paris Review. I’ve never read anything of his, but I have The Prague Cemetery on my Overdrive queue so I’ll get to it.
Where should I start with Eco?