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News Briefs 04-10-2017

Get medieval

Thanks Cass.

Quote of the Day:

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Philip K. Dick

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  1. Dan Brown
    *low growls of a dog*

    Somewhere between drowning everything in coconut oil and the Lexus hybrid SUV I felt vindicated in thinking this man is still a massive douchebag. Oh you felt like jerk did you? Fuck you Dan, you drove Baigent into the ground.

    “It’s probably an intellectual weakness…I look to the stars and say there’s something bigger than us out there.”

    My god is that cliche, even his attempt at sounding enlightened sounds like a self-stroking ego trip. He built his empire on the words of others. There is a special place in hell for him and I hope I get to be the demon who roasts him for eternity.

    c***

    1. Disposable Fiction
      I’m not a great fan of Dan Brown. Having said that, I’ve read all of his books. I’ll read his new novel, too, when it arrives at my library.

      Brown, as far as I can determine, is not in any sense an artist or a grandmaster of the written word. He’s a formulaic writer who’s neither subtle nor profound (though he tries at the latter by addressing lingering mysteries, like, for instance, the holy grail). In short, he pens potboilers and seems a modern day pulp fictioneer. And not in the cool H. P. Lovecraft or Robert E. Howard way, either. Rather, he’s cut from the same cloth as Walter B. Gibson and Lester Dent.

      Well, who in the hell are they?

      THAT’S my point precisely. They’re forgettable, and their bodies of work didn’t outlive them, because they were not supported by the sturdy foundations conducive to literary longevity. Like Dan Brown they wrote, in essence, disposable fiction. Gibson and Dent were the original authors of The Shadow (which began as a radio drama and then made the transition to the pulp magazines) and Doc Savage respectively.

      Brown strikes me as the Clive Cussler of popular thrillers. Which is fine for what it is, provided we don’t claim his work is high literature. I don’t begrudge him his success. However, he does come across in this article as disingenuous. Surrounded by luxury and nifty architectural oddities, he pretends that opulent cars—an outward symbol of wealth and status—are beneath him and not a priority in his life. A perception he then undermines by telling us he bought a Tesla.

      Whatever, Dan.

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