A copy of the The Da Vinci Code landed in my lap over the weekend. So, I started reading it and I was surprised (and not just by my willingness to damn my soul for all of eternity). No, I guess I was under the mistaken impression that it was a good work of literature. It isn't. The prose is pretty bad, although I'll admit to being well short of a knowledgeable reviwer of literature.
It's sort of a cross between a travel guide and a John Grisham or John Le Carre novel, although I don't think it's as good as Le Carre's best work. It's fast-moving and exciting, which is fine by me, just not what I expected. I can't understand why there was so much fuss about it.
