I freely admit that my disdain for The Da Vinci Code is my own
personal backlash over its popularity.
Dan Brown isn't a terrible writer, despite facing that charge from
many experienced readers. He has a likable style, and he drives the
pace of the book relentlessly, which is exactly what one would want
from a pulpy adventure that one can take to the beach.
Likewise, the charge that The Da Vinci Code is somehow a failure
because it is in any way inaccurate or unbelievable is unfair. The
story is fiction, after all, and one should expect to have his/her
credulity stretched, especially when reading pulp that is written
with the screen in mind (as The Da Vinci Code surely was).
I even enjoyed the Sunday afternoon it took me to read The Da Vinci
Code. It was an absolute waste of time, and exactly what I wanted
to be doing, sitting on a comfy sofa, drinking tea and reading
about self-flagellating albino monks (and other fun things).
I've given many books that are just as good as The Da Vinci Code --
and even some that are worse -- three stars, and I meant every
star. The truth is that on its own merits, I'd have given The Da
Vinci Code a similar rating if not for a repeated experience that
led to my backlash.
At the beginning of every semester, in a bid to get to know my
students better, I play a memory game wherein the students provide
me with their favourite things (books, food, music) and some
personal details (people they hate, people they love, things they
are proud of), then I connect something about them, something that
stands out for me, with their name. It is a good start in getting
to know the students, but it has also led to my hatred for Dan
Brown's The Da Vinci Code.
A good half of the students that enter my courses declare that they
don't have favourite books, and/or they've only ever read three
books in their lives -- two involuntary (both assigned by an
English teacher, and always seeming to include To Kill a
Mockingbird) and one voluntary (The Da Vinci Code). What bothers me
most is that even if these people liked The Da Vinci Code, Brown's
novel didn't spur them on to read more. They read the The Da Vinci
Code, enjoyed it or didn't, then went back to their reading apathy.
Moreover, if I could convince people to read one book voluntarily,
one book for their pleasure, it would not be ANY cheesy, pulpy, low
grade adventure story. It's like pouring a glass of $9 dollar wine
for a person who is trying wine for the first time. They may enjoy
the glass, but they're not going to choose wine as their alcohol of
choice based on Fortant de France.
And for that reason, I hate The Da Vinci Code. It is the cheap wine
that keeps people away from the joy of good wine, and while I admit
that it is the fault of popular culture rather than Dan Brown, each
reader I find who stops at The Da Vinci Code makes me hate the book
a little bit more.