A Reader posted a review at 2008-12-05 01:45:29.
Alfred Hitchcock once mused that imitation is a form of flattery and that self-plagiarism is the inevitability of all brilliant minds. In that regard, the Da Vince Code is a spectacular failure by both standards. Not only is it a poor intimidation of a thriller and a desperate cry for attention, it is the backwash of a writer who ripped himself off before he ever became talented. Of course, it may be unfair to fault Dan Brown with this since his previous ventures indicate he was going nowhere fast as a writer.
The success of the Da Vinci code is a whole different beast on its own. Much like FOX News or the Shopping Network, there will always be people who will buy something no matter how big a piece of crap it is. (Case in point, you can find enough of these at used book sales to last you all winter.) As a work of literature, the Da Vinci Code is a prostitute among virgins. The protagonist is Indiana Jones right down to his "Harrison Ford in Harris tweed", a description so ridiculous that out of 60+ million copies sold, only Dan Brown found it funny. Its thrills are cheap, its humor painful, its situations unrealistic, its characters flimsy and/or plagarized, its puzzles piss-poor and predictable, its twists self-contradicting, its drama forced, and its sex scenes terrible and uninteresting. The book reads like a fan-script from a failing film-student and its historic merit is all the evidence you need to know Dan Brown consulted CliffNotes in college.
In short: don't read this book. It is a chamber-pot of creativity. Consult it only if you egos are so sensitive that they can be inflated by conquering chapters no longer than two pages. You're smarter than that and deserve better than Dan Brown. You'll learn more in the food court of a museum than through the entirety of these pages. Instead, picture for a moment what 'Indiana Jones and the Code of Da Vinci' would've been like as a film. Whatever you're thinking, I can assure you it's better than what Dan Brown scratched together.