As you may know, there is a very popular writer named Dan Brown, who is the author of a not-yet-long series of thrillers starring a Harvard professor. Of Brown’s The Da Vinci Code, blogger-despising John Cheever daughter-in-law Janet Maslin wrote in the New York Times that this was a “gleefully erudite” and “exhilaratingly brainy thriller.” Of Brown’s latest, she wrote: “he’s bringing sexy back to a genre that had been left for dead.” Ha ha, Janet Maslin! This newest book, The Lost Symbol, has already sold two million copies in the U.S., and, as of Tuesday, a week after release, half a million copies in the U.K., as well as 100,000 e-books through Amazon, which is the form in which I purchased it, so that I could read for myself this book that is, it turns out, actively hostile and underming to all of the tenets of Republican, conservative and Christian America.
Brown’s Harvard professor hero Robert Langdon, now entering his late-mid-40s, and who looks just like Tom Hanks in my mind for no apparent reason, even though I believe in an earlier book Langdon is described as being somewhat Harrison Ford-like, is mildly famous for his culture pop history books on symbols. As The Lost Symbol begins, he is invited to Washington, D.C., by a friend, the head of the Smithsonian, to reprise a lecture he has previously given on Bookspan TV. “Bookspan TV” is the casual name for the highly-underwatched Book TV weekend programming of C-SPAN 2.
This is maybe the first book I have ever read that mentions C-SPAN.
Needless to say, Langdon of course hops on his friend’s private jet to give the lecture, which does not exist, the lecture, I mean, not the plane, which totally exists: the lecture, it is a fakeout by a devious character, and mysteries and drama ensue! Things must be figured out! But humankind, for the most part, has become too intellectually lazy to do any figuring. “‘Google’ is not a synonym for ‘research’,” Langdon nearly yells at someone at one point. And later, a character makes fun of someone’s “Wiki-wisdom,” in the course of making fun of people who think the world will end in 2012.
In the course of his adventures, Langdon must contact his book publisher, who is unpleasantly desperate for a manuscript. “Book publishing would be so much easier without the authors,” thinks this editor.
What is this literate, witty, informed piece of delightful American cultural criticism I am reading?
Okay it has some writer-ticks that are irritating as all get-out. As a scifi reader, I am extremely forgiving of such, though they are pushing it, and I will leave it to everyone else to harp about the constant italics and the annoying shape and the insanely short chapters and the cliffhangerism and also the parts where women are putting their hands in to boiling pots of water to pick things up.
But professional readers have also been dismissive that the book includes, as par for the course, a lady love interest who becomes entangled in the mysteries. “Once again, Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon is summoned to the scene of a gruesome attack, joins forces with an attractive and erudite love interest, and speeds around a world capital chasing clues, solving puzzles, and risking his life while dropping cocktail parties’ worth of scholarly minutiae” is how Entertainment Weekly describes the book. What those critics seemed to have breezed past is that said love interest is fifty years old. (Or, as Brown would put it: She is fifty years old.) Let us go and name the lady love interests of pop culture books who are fifty. (Or heroines even. Even Stella was only “forty-fucking-two.”)
And? Throughout the book, various characters-and not the villains-trash contemporary American Christians:
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know any Christians who consider themselves God’s equal.”
“Of course not,” Bellamy said, his tone hardening. “Because most Christians want it both ways. They want to be able to proudly declare they are believers in the BIble and yet simply ignore those parts they find too difficult or too inconvenient to believe.”
Those are the good guys talking. And (with ellipses in the original):
“Robert, you and I both know that the ancients would be horrified if they saw how their teachings had been perverted… how religion has established itself as a tollbooth to heaven… how warriors march into battle believing God favors their cause.”
And, in a particularly brutal, non-dialogue passage:
From the Crusades, to the Inquisition, to American politics-the name Jesus had been hijacked in all kinds of power struggles. Since the beginning of time, the ignorant had always screamed the loudest, herding the unsuspecting masses and forcing them to do their bidding. They defended their worldly desires by citing Scripture they did not understand. They celebrated their intolerance as proof of their own convictions. Now, after all these years, mankind had finally managed to utterly erode everything that had once been so beautiful about Jesus.
Also around the edges of the book are a greedy, selfish heir who pals around with the “celebrati” and a friendly Arab named Omar, and a tribute to the New York Public Library. Also Leibniz and Daniel Boulud are both name-checked. Oh and there is a section that details CIA interrogation techniques and how they are a terrible torture. And over and over again, it creates an equivalency between the Koran, the Bible and the Bhagavad Gita. How-wait, not how, why-is America’s fastest-selling adult-fiction book writer so blasphemous in a country where everyone must kowtow to Christian mania?