What have, Foucault, Derrida, Sartre, Barthes, Baudelaire, Freud, Bataille and Bachelard got in common? Give up? They all appear in this book. Tom McCarthy has obviously picked up the student's guide to French literary theory and forced every element from the Tintin stories into one of these theories or another. The effect is unintentionally hilarious as he seems to be trying to convince us how clever he is by mentioning all these theorists. What someone forgot to tell him is Foucault and Barthes are (arguably) structuralist, Derrida (post structuralist), Freud (psychoanalytic) etc etc. When I studied these theorists they were all quite distinct from one another in how they approached texts. By using them altogether McCarthy loses his focus very early on. I was giggling gleefully at the pretentions of the first chapter and by the time he was trying to convince us that the Castafiore emerald is the opera singer's clitoris I was having a lovely time taking the p***! McCarthy does not 'discover' the hidden meanings in the text because most his 'discoveries' are not there. He picks a scene, thinks of a totally obscure theory or text to link it too and shoe-horns the two together, just like the ugly sisters trying on the glass slipper in Cinderella! McCarthy should learn that intelligence is not quoting as many theorists and obscure texts as possible, it is using one theory to completely construct a coherent argument without going off on a tangent.