The Da Vinci Code
I couldn’t put this book down, such was my desire to finish it and to move on to something written with an adult audience in mind. It failed entirely to stimulate the right side of my brain (that’s the RIGHT side, dummy). But it has done a fine job of stabilising an erstwhile wobbly coffee table.
I’m all in favour of debunking the myths on which organised religions are built. But the only myths this airport trash debunks are that the author is capable of (a) writing literature and (b) getting his facts straight.
A research paper disguised as a novel…
I’m glad some other people have had the same experience as me. When I first read all the reviews, I thought this might the book of the decade or something.
I’m not going to spend time debunking the facts vs. fiction or whether I believe any of what is stated in the book… smarter, more well-read people than myself have done so at great length. However, I am a writer, and so I’ll base my opinion the quality of writing, storytelling, plot, foreshadowing, and the like.
I could forgive lack of character depth if the writing itself was tight (M. Crichton is the best at that), but its not. There were so many flashback’s I often forgot where we were in the story. I still don’t know anything about the characters even after finishing the book. Everything about them is told, nothing is shown. It’s like being spoon fed predigested food; your brain never has to work at understanding them.
Part of the problem with writing about secret societies is, well, they’re secret. So withholding information in a mystery-like fashion is a bit unnecessary… since the vast majority of the readers wouldn’t know the first thing about them.
Overall, the plot is interesting, but the story is abysmal. When they were on the plane and whats-his-face kept flashing back to his lectures, I actually decided I wasn’t going to listen anymore. It was as if Mr. Brown had done all this research, put it in order, then tied it together with a couple of lame characters and then sent it to his editor. But I plodded on, hoping it would become better. I mean, come on, 80% of this book takes place either riding in cars or riding on planes… who would call that exciting?
Anyway, I’m probably being a bit over critical, but I’ve tried for years to break into the ‘published’ world, and I can tell you if you weren’t Dan Brown and this was your first novel, they’d laugh you out of their offices.