Sunday, September 20, 2009

I cross the room like a dancing architect

More scenes from the Dan Brown feeding frenzy: at Unspeak, a consideration of skulls and wine; at The First Post, some alternatives; at Language Log, a classic analysis; in the Daily Telegraph, Dan Brown's worst sentences.

And here is some wisdom:
It rarely takes more than a page to recognize that you're in the presence of someone who can write, but it only takes a sentence to know you're dealing with someone who can't.

(By the way, here's a simple way to find out if you're a writer. If you disagree with that statement, you're not a writer. Because, you see, writers are also readers.)

The Loud Family:


Robyn said...

I read The Lost Symbol this weekend. I don't understand when people complain, "It's not literature". That's like seeing GI Joe and complaining, "Well, it's no Citizen Kane". Yeah, no shit.

It was a hugely adequate novel. I'm happy with Wikipedia-style descriptions of scenes as long as the story keeps moving along. Which it does.

But then at the end things get a little strange. The villain is defeated, but then the Tom Hanks and the lady have this conversation about how God is within all of us and we are not separate from divinity; we are divine ourselves.

Samuel said...

From Unspeak:

"I suspect this stunning symbol-sequence, “skull cradled in his palms”, must owe its majestic power to some actual black sorcery, because when I had finished reading the entire extract, I found myself cradling my own skull in my palms? "

Literally laughed out loud there.