I won't give it any rating because the majority of the subject matter went over my head. (There's only so much back and forth I'm willing to do to look things up, which is a fault of mine and not the book - I understand that I did choose to read this.) However, I will say this: I don't know if it's the translation or if Foucault did originally write this way, but break up. the. thoughts. Sentences that go on for 10 lines with parenthetical asides also crammed in them make for increasingly frustrating reading. It feels like gatekeeping in some ways and pretentiousness in others. I did enjoy (and understand) the discussion around Las Meninas though! Oh if only were it all written like that...