Well, well, here I find myself reading a Dan Brown novel, and to my surprise: I was not impressed; however, I could see why soooo many people make a fuss over him. Philosophically, Dan Brown seems to find the correct literary recipe to articulate some of my most potent of belief. They are not, however, new in any regard, nor do they seem to take with them the signature of invention.
To the reader seeking a goodt thrill, this novel may, perhaps, tickle your fancy. In all do respect, however, I was only mildly entertained by Brown’s scientifical notions and trail of symbolic clues left behind by artist and sculptor Bernini. Brown’s IQ must be pretty high, as he seems to have a firm grasp on the topics he writes about; however, I found the novel utterly predictable, as I completely guessed the identity of said "cloaked marauder" from the beginning of the novel. And the supposed "twist" at they end was more predicatble than Simon Cowe’s reaction on American Idol, obvious! I frown at Dan Brown for even attempting to assualt my intelligence with this packaged garbage hiterto known as mystery and thriller. Anyway, this was the first novel I ever read by Brown, and if the Da Vinci Code proves to be a better tale than Angels and Demons, perhaps I will give Dan Brown credit for his fame.
The pace of this novel is quick at the beginning, but drags on toward the end, unedurably till one would rather bash in one’s skull with the blunt end of a mace; this novel could be easily compared to bad sex. One is aroused at the beginning, teased with bits of pleasure and excitement, only to be unsatisfied at the night’s end, masturbating in the corner, leaving one wishing one had not wasted one’s time with such an event. There is a good rhythm and a steady pace, but when things really get going, right before one climaxes, mom walkes in with her Bible and rosary, dosing one with holy water. The end.:(