This book was unnecessarily esoteric. The term “cerebral” in the summary on this app is probably the best word to describe it. I liked some of the reflections at the end of the book, but I don’t know how I managed to get through the 450 pages that precede that point to read them. I almost never say things like this, but there are 200-300 pages in the middle of this book that the book would be better without. Maybe that’s what I get for reading a book with “Foucault” in the title. Also - all of the women in this book are relegated to minor “sage” or “muse” roles or to being objects of male desire.