This is Not the End of the Book by Umberto Eco and Jean-Claude Carriere
Would
that the end of this book would come earlier. Somewhere around page
one. Took most of my adult life to finish this book (wait. I have
actually finished it, haven't I? HAVEN'T I?) which could passably be
summarized as:
"Hey Umberto Eco! How vast and amazing is your book collection?"
"Oh
Jean. It is both vast and amazing in way that mere human beings cannot
understand. Until you own such beautiful and rare antiques as I, you
haven't really lived."