Feb 10, 2016 02:32 PM
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Yet another Robert Langdon adventure from the king of Pop fiction. I read it first in school and I didn't find it bad. But upon a second reading recently, I realized how bad it was and how poor my reading tastes were. In my defense, though, I had read very little literature and therefore had no scale to rate things I did read.
The plot takes Langdon all across the Vatican and Rome running after a serial killer. It's a conspiracy novel, and of course organizations like the Illuminati make an appearance as very important narrative elements. There are too many co-incidences to count, the dramatic points are so staged as to be embarrassing. And of course, the Vatican authorities are kind souls. The dead pope is a benevolent saint, the chamberlain is falsely accused of murder. There is an almost corny secret at the center of it. The padre is actually the chamberlain's biological padre. So much for priesthood, eh!
Obviously, in the end Langdon saves the day, there is a nuclear explosion involved, and the reader rues the time wasted.
