I bought a used copy of Dan Brown’s “The Da Vinci Code” (sans cover jacket) at Ed McKay’s in Greensboro, North Carolina about 3 or 4 years ago and I just got around to reading it. It was kind of cool reading it under my photographic copy of Leonardo Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man which I had recently moved so it hangs under my mirror. It was like having my own Exhibit A in a courtroom case when they referenced it in the book. Unfortunately, that’s the only thrill I got out of reading this book and I made that up on my own. The mind numbingly predictable plot (Oh, the servant is a traitor! Didn’t see that coming!) and rather bland characters (Langdon almost forgot why he was doing what he was doing–quick! retell the goal again!) made me wish for the days when mysteries were fun, like say, when I used to read Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys. “The Da Vinci Code” makes those stories deep by comparison. At least I gave a damn about Nancy and her tomboy friend George and the ever fainting Bess. I forced myself to turn the pages (Curse my need for closure!).
Will Langdon solve the puzzle before he gets off the plane/car? Will he solve the new puzzle before he is caught by the clergy/police? Will he solve the puzzle before the reader? Oh wait, it’s all so simply laid out that anyone could see what’s coming next. Wait, everything you knew was wrong, again (Which you knew)! Oh, and the church and the sect that doesn’t agree with the Church wasn’t bad after all! The “Modern” Church doesn’t kill people! **Sigh** I don’t understand how this was a bestseller. Oh well, maybe Dog Eared Books will give me some trade credit and I can get another Ursula K. LeGuin book of short stories.