Title: Well, it's OK, but no more than OK
Product review: Don't believe the hype.Eveything about this book is less than you've heard: the history is deeply flawed, the art history is questionable at best, and the theology is ludicrous. But of course, the book promises to be no more than a thriller, and it doesn't even succeed at that level: anyone who can't spot the real killer has no experience with potboiler fiction.This seems to be the kind of book--I believe Michael Crichton started the trend--that is written in order to be turned into a movie. I'm sure it will be a success; and equally sure that I won't see it until it appears on Showtime.Read Eco's Foucault's Pendulum to see how a much better author treats similar material in a much more sophisticated way.
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