Eric Stone
Dan Brown is the fast food of literature: you know it’s not "good" for you, but you can't stop eating it.
Inferno is exactly what you expect it to be - historically inaccurate, shamelessly cookie-cutter, and a total ridiculous guilty pleasure. It follows the exact same blueprint as every other Robert Langdon book, but that’s the point. It’s a high-speed chase through art history that doesn't care about the rules of "serious" literature, and honestly, it’s better for it.
If you’re looking for high-brow prose, look elsewhere. But if you want a fun, cinematic ride that keeps you turning pages until 2:00 AM, this is peak Brown. It’s predictable, but in the best way possible.
Dan Brown is the fast food of literature: you know it’s not "good" for you, but you can't stop eating it.
Inferno is exactly what you expect it to be - historically inaccurate, shamelessly cookie-cutter, and a total ridiculous guilty pleasure. It follows the exact same blueprint as every other Robert Langdon book, but that’s the point. It’s a high-speed chase through art history that doesn't care about the rules of "serious" literature, and honestly, it’s better for it.
If you’re looking for high-brow prose, look elsewhere. But if you want a fun, cinematic ride that keeps you turning pages until 2:00 AM, this is peak Brown. It’s predictable, but in the best way possible.