This book is Fritos. I prefer Cheetos.

infernoThis was my first Dan Brown experience, brought about by a member of my Rock & Roll Bookclub who has spent much time studying Dante’s Divine Comedy, the book at the middle of Inferno.

With any luck this will be my last Dan Brown experience because listening to this book (I couldn’t bring myself to read it) tried all my patience, a virtue I do not have much of. I’ve also come to the conclusion, after reading this book, that I just don’t like thrillers. They frustrate me.

Any book that features one of the characters spending paragraphs and paragraphs towards the end explaining what is exactly going on is bound to irritate the hell out of me. Dan Brown’s Inferno irritated the hell out of me.

In this one, his Harvard prof internationally-renowned symbologist Robert Langdon wakes in a hospital room with a gunshot wound to the head, a spike-haired, leather-clad, gun-toting woman after him, and Sienna Brooks, a young, blonde-ponytailed doctor pulling him by the arm to get him to safety.

We soon learn that Langdon has amnesia (of course) and has no idea why people are after him or why he’s even in Florence, Italy. The two discover a weird projector featuring an altered version of Botticelli’s Map of Hell, a painting of the Inferno section of Dante’s Divine Comedy. The painting sets Brown and Langdon on a sort of scavenger hunt across Florence, Vienna, and Istanbul trying to figure out how to stop a great plague being set upon the people of Earth.

Along the way we discover that things aren’t always what they seem and, of course, eventually we learn the confusing backstory for why Langdon woke up in Florence with amnesia. It’s eye-roll inducing.

Here’s what I liked: All the art history and discussion of Dante’s Divine Comedy. It was a really nice refresher on all the stuff I learned (and subsequently forgot that I knew) in AP European History and Honors English back in high school. I really, really enjoyed that aspect of the novel.

Here’s what I didn’t like: All the other things.

I don’t like these kinds of books because they are so predictable. Despite an alleged head injury, no sleep, and no food Robert Langdon is sharp as hell and always, always makes the right, quick-thinking decision. Always.

Every character has to trust his/her guts/instincts many, many times. Doing so is, of course, the exact right thing to do. It sort of takes the thrill out of the “thriller.” None of the characters are like real, actual humans so I care not at all about their survival or safety, which I guess isn’t the point. I think the point is to find out if Robert Langdon will save the Earth or not? But of course he does because he’s the star of a series of multi-million-dollar making books and movies.

Bah! Whatever. It’s hard to get too hopped up on literary junkfood, which is what I guess this is. We all have our junkfood weaknesses — mine tend more to the rock & roll memoir than the international scavenger hunt thriller. Some people like Cheetos and some people prefer Fritos, neither of them are better than the other. Right?

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  1. todd 15.Sep.13 at 6:43 pm

    Okay. The book may stink. In fact, I think the last couple of Brown’s novels left something to be desired. Because I am one of those sheeple who are obsessed with a particular author, I’ll try to stay with it. I really do respect many of your literary views. This site alone has introduced me to many writers under my radar. I feel much richer for it. For this I can only bow with a very heartfelt THANK YOU. I have been warned, but I am still reading it.

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    1. Jodi 17.Sep.13 at 9:21 am

      I used to be one of those sheeple who read everything by an author I adored (did the same with buying records by bands I liked), but it came to the point where the newer, crappier were sullying the books I’d loved. So I stopped (not buying them, just reading them).

      I’m happy that this site has introduced you to authors under your radar. It’s really hard for authors to find new readers and if I can get ’em a couple that’s pretty swell.

      (p.s. the people in my bookclub who had read Dan Brown before thought this one was okay-ish, typical Dan Brown is what they said.)

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  2. NBFB 16.Sep.13 at 12:55 pm

    Crappy genre-fiction = I can pretend I’m a smarty pants by being a “reader,” but I get to read something that requires no thought on my part whatsoever.

    I read more sci-fi and fantasy than I care to admit. But it’s fun – like watching/enjoying that reality show you would never admit to watching/enjoying.

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    1. Jodi 17.Sep.13 at 9:18 am

      Not all genre-fiction is crappy, and even if you do read the crappy stuff at least you read. We all have our literary junkfood like I said mine is rock & roll memoirs/biographies. I can’t seem to resist them at all. I’m reading Linda Rondstadt’s memoir now and I have no particular feelings for her, but I am curious as hell.

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