The Da Vinci Commode

This next post was going to be a continuation of the previous one but I noticed something last night that was both eerie and chilling that has interrupted my blogging schedule

I’ve posted a couple of times before about how much the success of The Da Vinci Code ticks me off. And that sense of irritation is being compounded by the all-pervasive hype that is being generated in advance of the release of the film of the book.

The success of The Da Vinci Code irritates me because

• The writing style is appalling. Dan Brown clearly graduated from the ‘The tap dripped in a drippety drip kind of way’ school of novelism.
• Finishing each chapter a page early and slapping the missing page at the start of the next chapter seems to be all you need to do these days for your book to qualify as a ‘page-turner’
• Such a spectacular triumph of hype over substance is truly depressing
• In spite of the verdict of the recent bizarre court case in which two authors from the same publishing house battled over plagiary charges, the Da Vinci Code is a rip off

And then we get onto the strange thing. One of the authors of The Holy Blood and The Holy Grail, a man calling himself ‘Richard Leigh’, was on the box last night talking about The Da Vinci Code, and all I could think was

‘Why is Lemmy pretending to be someone else?’

Richard Leigh

Lemmy