I read Inferno(itâs shit). I much preferred Craces digested read. Anyone that hasnât read Inferno and plans to, donât read below.
Seven kilometres out into the azure waters of the Adriatic, the Provost â the head of a top-secret organisation called the Cornsortium, which specialised in contriving idiotic plotlines â stood at the prow of his 237m yacht, the Mendacium. I may have finally taken on a plotline too stupid even for me, he thought.
Dr Elizabeth Sinskey, CEO of the World Health Organisation, combed her Medusa-like grey hair and thought unnecessarily of the glucocorticoid treatment that had destroyed her reproductive system. Her mind then switched to that fateful meeting she had had with Bertand Zobrist. âThe population of the world is growing too fast,â the billionaire geneticist had said urgently. âIf we are not careful, there will soon be eight billion Dan Brown readers. We must have a cull.â
âSo letâs get this straight. Zobrist left a trail of pointless clues to where the virus wasnât, so the whole book has been a total waste of time?â Sinskeyâs mouth stretched into a knowing but sad smile. âThatâs about it. But at the end of the day, you will still have four billion readers, so you canât complain.â
Digested read, digested: A divine comedy