Hey, we all make mistakes. But delving further in Dan Brown's ouevre is surely akin to finishing up with The Harnster, lighting a cigarette, and then wondering aloud what Ann Widdecombe and Shane MacGowan were up to for the evening. No. Just no.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
'The Da Vinci Code' by Dan Brown
I read The Da Vinci Code at that point of saturation it had a few years back when a visitor to earth might have come to the conclusion that humans had only ever published one book, and decided to leave it at that. The experience was much akin to that of making love to Mary Harney: momentarily exciting, as long as you didn't think about what you were doing too much, followed by a massively unsatisfying climax and months and months of self-loathing, recrimations and seeking explanation for that which you already know there is none.
Hey, we all make mistakes. But delving further in Dan Brown's ouevre is surely akin to finishing up with The Harnster, lighting a cigarette, and then wondering aloud what Ann Widdecombe and Shane MacGowan were up to for the evening. No. Just no.
Hey, we all make mistakes. But delving further in Dan Brown's ouevre is surely akin to finishing up with The Harnster, lighting a cigarette, and then wondering aloud what Ann Widdecombe and Shane MacGowan were up to for the evening. No. Just no.
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Oh god, Andrew, I had exactly the same reaction. I was stumbling around like Lady Macbeth for months afterwards, regretting those wasted hours of my life I would never get back. (I had the same reaction Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead.)
I don't think I've ever had quite such a violent reaction to anything else I've read. Perhaps because I'll generally put something down after a couple of chapters if I'm not digging it. I thought the Da Vinci Code might just have a good enough ending to justify all the hours I spent on it. But Jayzis, it does not.
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