Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Chapter 37

Place a cute, brillliant Parisienne and a wise, not-unattractive American academic in a park full of people shagging, and you might expect a sexual frisson to develop. Not here. Although I can't imagine that Brown would do flirtation particularly well, as he seems to have acquired his ear for dialogue by listening to lots of soap powder commercials. As Sophie gasps, in best Housewife-Who-Can't-Deal-With-Stubborn-Collar-Grime mode, gasps:

"You're saying the Knights Templar were founded by the Priory of Sion to retrieve a collection of secret documents? I thought the Templars were created to protect the Holy Land."

And then, like Slightly-Older-Cleverer-And-Posher-Housewife producing a packet of New Improved Kleeno, Langdon whips out the really big surprise - the Grail. Presumably, the underclad black man with flexible buttocks can't believe his eyes.

But I do like the idea of Templars being "tortured mercilessly". As if merciful torture is a viable alternative.


Blogger Murph said...

There could be an underlying frisson of Omo sexuality here, Tim.

*pads off quietly to basket*

9:23 pm  
Blogger Billy said...

I don't know, Brown does all of that Earthly Delight teasing and then nothing happens. Bah.

7:23 pm  
Blogger Tim Footman said...

We'll just let that pass, Murph, I think.

Oh God, Billy, can you imagine Brown writing a full-on sex scene? All those loin swaddles to negotiate...

3:08 am  

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