So Dan Brown got the effontry to pen a rather forlorn novel.

Besides the crass leverage on Catholicism and the shove-it-down-your throat Atheist preaching the recurring questions still remains:

All the wonders of arts, design and human ingenuity becomes utter meaningless in the face of the most important question >> Who created Me?
>> Where did We come from?..

Dan's attempt to answer these questions, in my view , was as shallow as a road side ditch.

The novel started on an intriguing prospect only for it to dwindle towards name calling and the typical jab against Catholics. Rolls eyes


At the end The pertinent questions weren't answered or when he tries to profer theories it was merely a Child's list of elementary biology

The theories he raised x enough to cement my belief ( I am open to any evolutionary idea) that Mankind x NOT a random by product of molecular circumstances.
I refused to believe that Mankind is Nothing more than the result of mere biological chance. No? There must be More

The only Intriguing character in the Novel is actually disembodied, inanimate... lol

The other characters are at best mediocre or downright flat . Prince Julian and Amber Vidal are so predictable and easily forgettable.

Kirsch, a crude Elon Musk stand-in, is a specialist in game theory and computer science, and he’s always been a glamorous iconoclast.

In the opening chapter, we see him climbing to a mountain-top sanctuary in Catalonia to talk with a trio of Christian, Jewish and Muslim leaders he sardonically thinks of as “The Three Wise Men”.

The atmospherics of the meeting are predictably theatrical – “The wind whipped harder as they arrived at the ancient stone edifice. Inside the dim light of the building’s entryway, the air was heavy with the thick fragrance of burning frankincense” –
a fitting backdrop to the bombshell revelation Kirsch intends to drop on the world’s leading religions at the Bilbao meeting, to which he has invited his former teacher.

Brown fans will be able to predict the rest with an extensive amount of accuracy: Kirsch’s grandiose plans go badly awry, and suddenly Langdon and a seemingly obligatory beautiful young female assistant (this time called Ambra Vidal, not that it matters in the least – the two words of her name are the sum total of the personality Brown bothers to give her) are chasing after clues to identify a killer before shadowy religious organisations manage to stop them.


Dan will make his few millions but chunks of my respect for his work has gone to the dogs.

Where is the Writer that gave us Digital fortress and The Inferno?

With Origin, therex this lingering sense that Dan Brown feels pressured to pen a book, to keep*up with the fad and to be scornful of reviews .

many as 14,000 film critics could decry in unison the next Avengers movie, and it will still go on to gross $2.5 billion with another billion in Merchandising.

Likewise, Tom Clancy or Danielle Steele never agonised over a bad review.

And the reason in both cases is the same:

these products, for all their glossy veneer, are packaged nostalgia.
Their power comes not from their technical or aesthetic accomplishments, but from the fact that millions of their customers have fond memories of their predecessors.

The Dan Vinci code was extremely successful. it provoke hundreds of thousands of reader reviews.

a shelf full of published scholarly responses hoping to cash in on some of the money it was generating.

It inspired guided tours of Rome that were, for years, more popular with tourists from all over the world than any other way of seeing the Eternal City. Surprisingly, it turned positive attention towards Catholics. Contrary to the book's intentions

A whole sub-genre of thriller fiction – in which a modern-day organisation with deep historical roots will stop at nothing to prevent its darkest secrets from coming to light – exists and thrives now almost solely due to this one book.


Authors who strike that kind of gold no longer need to care about the small change of producing actual literary quality.

They know – Brown surely knows – that the most their fans and investment brokers expect from them is more of the same. Slight variations are permissible – Langdon’s companion is not called “Ambra Vidal” in every book, for instance, and he isn’t always legging it around in Spain – but actual inventiveness is beyond these writers and would be bad for business even if it weren’t.

Dan Brown is now a a fluke.
He should borrow a leaf from the duo if Douglas Preston And Iincoln Child.
Even Chukswrites can give him a honest tip or two.
Hez really a Fluke. A Crass one with this latest piece