The other week I finished reading The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, and I've been meaning to write a review since then but I just haven't found the time until now. I know I'm about four years behind the times, but I had a little free time and when I saw it in the library I decided that I might as well become acquainted with a novel that has sparked worldwide controversy and lined the pockets of Dan Brown and his publisher.
My assessment of The Da Vinci Code is, as my title suggests, mixed. I have no doubt that it is a good novel (although not a great one), but it is flawed not only in its history but also in its technical nature as a piece of fiction. For me there were too many serious flaws to seriously rate this book as a recommended read, but this should not discourage someone who wants to find out what all the fuss is about. In one way, The Da Vinci Code is a lot like literary fast food: you feel good while you're doing it, but it's very difficult to feel good about afterwards.
First, let me start off with the good. As a thriller, the book is quite well written. There are a number of plot threads that all blend quite well, and Dan Brown knows what to reveal when in order to keep the reader turning the pages. Secondly, Brown's complex conspiracy theory is very well told. Little by little the pieces are put together in a way that is both convincing and entertaining; something that is achieved by very few writers. Finally, the novel is very neatly trimmed; with something as large as a conspiracy engulfing the world's largest religion there was always the risk of the plot ballooning out to worldwide proportions. However Brown steers the book very carefully and keeps the story confined to a size that the average person can follow and appreciate.
However most of these strengths are overshadowed by the far more telling flaws. Firstly, Brown's writing technique is not without its flaws. Perhaps the two largest technical flaws in the novel are the characters and the length. However both of these problems are the result of the second major fault with the novel: its conspicuous and at times painful misuse of facts. The net result of these two factors is this: if you know very little about the subject matter (namely history, religion and art), you can enjoy the novel as a work of fiction. However if you know any of the three in any depth (I consider myself fairly attuned to the historical and religious issues in the book) you will find that Brown's conspiracy theory is much less convincing, and the characters less impressive. This in turn contributes to the sensation of drag, whereby you wish that Brown would finish explaining his conspiracy theory and get back to revealing the key mysteries behind the characters. I could go into the factual inaccuracies and their impact on the effectiveness of the novel as a work of fiction, but there are literally shelves of books on the subject.
Finally the thing that really nailed the coffin on The Da Vinci Code for me was it's freshman college approach to the world. Reading the novel I felt like it could have been written by an eighteen year old kid who had just started college and was so thrilled with all the stuff he had learned that he wanted to show it off and look down on people. The Da Vinci Code works for many because of its copious name dropping and veneer of intellectualism; you feel like you are being let in on a big secret, and you are so excited to have access to this hidden knowledge that you temporarily suspend your questioning of the teacher (ironically another major theme of The Da Vinci Code). Equally patronising are Brown's attempts to feign impartiality towards Christianity, with his painful monologues on how Jesus was supposed to be a great humanist leader worthy of our respect. Both these elements remind me of the sort of unrefined pseudo-intellectualism that permeates those in their first years of tertiary education, and to be honest it makes me cringe because it reminds me of when I used to think about the world in a similar fashion.
Don't get me wrong – I read the Da Vinci Code in two sittings, with the second one being several hours. I definitely wanted to see what happened next and to find out what the conclusion would be like. It's just that with the length of the novel and the mounting inaccuracies and blatant misrepresentations (or shoddy research, whichever you prefer) the book became more tedious the further I waded through it.
In conclusion, it is easy to critique The Da Vinci Code in the same way that it caricatures Catholicism: overly-simplistic, but enjoyable if you suspend your disbelief and go along for the ride. This is definitely not a book for intellectuals: too much thought and Brown's intricate and carefully spun web will fall apart. This leads me to believe that Dan Brown is one of three things: either he is a pulp fiction writer who has somehow struck it lucky, he is a very clever man who is out to line his pockets, or he is one of the great ironists of our time. Given some of the interviews of his that I've read, my thoughts are that he is probably somewhere in between the first and second categories.
Whatever the case is, one fact is certain: Dan Brown is a very rich man.

