Codes, symbols and conspiracies: you've read it all before, but who cares?
Dan Brown's follow-up to 'The Da Vinci Code' went on sale at midnight. Janet Maslin delivers her instant verdict
Codes, symbols and conspiracies: you've read it all before, but who cares?
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As a man whose ideas have had their share of physical effects, Dan Brown is well aware of how widely read and closely scrutinised The Lost Symbol will be. He even lets a character joke about this book's guaranteed popularity. Dr Katherine Solomon specialises in noetic science, with its focus on mind-body connections. She admits that her field is not widely known. But when her story comes out, she suggests, noetics could get the kind of public relations bump that Mr Brown gave to the Holy Grail.
Dr Solomon accompanies Robert Langdon, the rare symbologist who warrants the word dashing as both noun and verb, through much of this novel, his third rip-snorting adventure. As Browniacs have long predicted, the chase involves the secrets of Freemasonry and is set in Washington, where some of those secrets are built into the architecture and are thus hidden in plain sight. Browniacs also guessed right in supposing that The Lost Symbol at one point was called "The Solomon Key". That's a much better title than the generic one it got.
So much for safe predictions. What no one could guess, despite all advance hints about setting and subject matter, was whether Mr Brown could recapture his love of the game. Could he still tell a breathless treasure-hunt story? Could he lard it with weirdly illuminating minutiae? Could he turn some form of profound wisdom into a pretext for escapist fun? By now his own formula has been damaged by so much copycatting that it's all but impossible for anyone to get it right.
Too many popular authors (Thomas Harris) have followed huge hits (The Silence of the Lambs) with terrible embarrassments (Hannibal). Mr Brown hasn't done that. Instead, he's bringing sexy back to a genre that had been left for dead.
The new book clicks even if at first it looks dangerously like a clone. Here come another bizarre scene in a famous setting (the Capitol, not the Louvre), another string of conspiratorial secrets and another freakish-looking, masochistic baddie (tattooed muscleman, not albino monk) bearing too much resemblance to a comic-book villain. "If they only knew my power," thinks this year's version, a boastful psycho and cipher calling himself Mal'akh. "Tonight my transformation will be complete."
Mal'akh appears in the stereotypically sinister prologue, disguising his identity as he is initiated into the highest echelon of Freemasonry. Next up is the return of Langdon, first seen here on a private plane en route to Washington. He has agreed on short notice to give a speech at the behest of Peter Solomon, Langdon's mentor and Katherine's brother. Why is Langdon in such demand? He's barely off the plane when a woman brings up his last book, the one about the church and the sacred feminine: it seems to have created some kind of stir. "What a delicious scandal that one caused!" she says. "You do enjoy putting the fox in the henhouse!"
Langdon heads for the National Statuary Hall in the Capitol building, where he is to speak. And here comes Mr Brown's first neat trick: The Solomon summons was fake. There's no audience waiting. Just as Langdon realises he has been lured to Washington under a false pretext, a shriek arises from the Rotunda. Some fiend has deposited Peter Solomon's severed, tattooed hand right above the Capitol Crypt – and right below the dome art that depicts George Washington, founding father and Freemason, as an ascending deity. "That hardly fits with the Christian underpinnings of this country," huffs the tiny, irritating CIA official who serves as this book's Jar Jar Binks, when Langdon starts holding forth about the "Ancient Mysteries" the Capitol hides.
Meanwhile, at the Smithsonian Museum Support Centre in Maryland (the book gives street addresses if you don't want to wait for the official Dan Brown bus tours), Dr Solomon is in her lab. It is located within an immense, highly guarded building that also houses Mars meteorite ALH-84001 and an architeuthis (aka giant squid). And here it's worth bringing up that Mr Brown has a sideline as a walking crossword puzzle. His code- and clue-filled book is dense with exotica, from Futhark to Eiomahe to the Kubera Kolam. As for actual symbology, there's a fabulous moment when Mal'akh has Langdon trapped in a box that is rapidly filling with water. He suddenly shows Langdon a 64-symbol-encoded grid. If Langdon doesn't figure out its meaning in less than 60 seconds, he'll stop breathing and something truly terrible will happen: we won't get to hyperventilate through another mind-blowing Langdon story.
Mr Brown's splendid ability to concoct 64-square grids outweighs what might otherwise be authorial shortcomings. Within this book's hermetically sealed universe, characters' motivations don't really have to make sense; they just have to generate the non-stop momentum that makes The Lost Symbol impossible to put down. So Mal'akh's story is best not dissected beyond the facts that he is bad, self-tattooed, self-castrated and not Langdon's friend.
Also, the author uses so many italics that even brilliant experts wind up sounding like teenage girls. And Mr Brown would face an interesting creative challenge if the phrases "What the hell ...?," "Who the hell ... ?" and "Why the hell ... ?" were made unavailable to him. The surprises here are so fast and furious that those phrases get quite the workout.
Then again, Mr Brown's excitable, hyperbolic tone is one of the guilty pleasures of his books. (" 'Actually, Katherine, it's not gibberish.' His eyes brightened again with the thrill of discovery. 'It's ... Latin.' ") It's all in a day's work for Langdon to ponder "a single solitary image that represented the illumination of the Egyptian sun god, the triumph of alchemical gold, the wisdom of the Philosopher's Stone, the purity of the Rosicrucian Rose, the moment of the Creation, the All, the dominance of the astrological sun" and so much more in that cosmically mystical vein. The Lost Symbol manages to take a twisting, turning route through many such aspects of the occult even as it heads for a final secret that is surprising for a strange reason: it's unsurprising. It also amounts to an affirmation of faith. In the end it is Mr Brown's sweet optimism, even more than Langdon's sleuthing and explicating, that may amaze his readers most.
Mr Brown was writing sensational visual scenarios long before his books became movie material. This time he again enlivens his story with amazing imagery. Some particularly hot spots: the unusually suspense-generating setup for Katherine's laboratory; the innards of the Library of Congress; the huge tank of the architeuthis; and two highly familiar tourist stops, both rendered newly breathtaking by Mr Brown's clever shifting of perspective. Thanks to him, picture postcards of the capital's most famous monuments will never be the same.
Finally, there's the jacket art for The Lost Symbol, its background covered with hundreds of symbols that form tiny coded inscriptions. These are so faint that in order to see them you need to pick up an actual copy of the book. You were probably going to do that anyhow.
© The New York Times 2009
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