At CERN, a scientist and priest is murdered and branded with a supposedly long lost Illuminati sign. Because of that sign, Robert Langdon, symbologist and Illuminati professor, is called to help out. The trail leads him to Vatican City, where the new pope should be elected that day. But the killer has not only kidnapped the four most likely candidates for the post, but has also installed a stolen antimatter bomb and threatens to blow up Vatican City and everybody in it.
This book is pulp. But even if you don’t expect more from it, it’s still rather boring. [I also read The Da Vinci Code and at least it got me hooked. Angels & Demons, not so much.] How anybody can take Robert Langdon serious is beyond me. Don’t ask me why I finished it.
Okay, first things first: The holes had some plot. I know, I’m amazed, too. There were some points where the book had me laughing out loud. Like for example, Langdon is giving another lecture on how there was an anonymous Illuminati artist who made sculptures for the Illuminati and that no Illuminati scholar knows the identity of this artist. Vittoria interrupts him and says, “It was Bernini – there’s a sign over there.” I was literally crying from laughter.
The characters were pretty boring. The only ones slightly interesting were the Hassassin and the Camerlegno. But the Hassassin was sadly neglected and the Camerlegno was so obviously good that he had to be evil. And when it turned out that he was the bad guy, nobody was surprised. Except Robert Langdon, but only because he was occupied with drooling over Vittoria.
But stiil, the prose beat it all. Big time. Check this out:
Langdon watched Vittoria approach. She had obviously been crying, her deep sable eyes filled with emotions Langdon could not place. Still, she moved toward them with fire and command. Her limbs were strong and toned, radiating the healthy luminescence of Mediterranean flesh that had enjoyed long hours in the sun.
Oh my. If people would at least recognise pulp fiction when they saw it. Instead they actually think that Dan Brown knows how to write.