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The Order of Things is Foucault at his densest and most baroque. On one hand, I suppose there is value in it as a project as it provides an overarching framework for his more specific inquiries into the prison/the clinic/etc., but it's not a pleasant read-- it's a slog, and one that doesn't really seem to enhance my understanding of Foucault's thought all that much. To a certain degree, it does sharpen his project and gives it a grand-level basis, but in doing so, it reveals some of the inherent flaws in Foucault's approach-- an over-reliance on specific texts, a tendency towards the ad hominem-- as well as elaborating all the best elements of what he called his archaeological method.