by Dan Brown
Once again, Harvard professor Robert Langdon finds himself at the epicentre of an event that could change the course of human history forever, or at the very least, kill him. You would think that by now after all that has happened in the previous four books, he would have learned to stay at home and keep the phone off the hook.
Mind you, while the action may be short-lived, for the duration of each of his extracurricular adventures he gets to spend the time with a new and always very attractive young lady.
There is predictability to the Langdon series that tells me it is high time he retired from the lecturing and let Dan Brown move onto someone new.
That aside though, Origin is the best of Professor Langdon’s adventures since his run-in with the Catholic Church in the Davinci Code. Once again it is the church that plays a big part in this very action-packed tale, but it is not the main focus of the story. Art, architecture and computer science takes centre stage this time around.
For me, Origin is something of a return to the form that made Dan Brown and his favourite symbologist household names. There is plenty of action and more twists and turns than a motor racing circuit. The bulk of the action is split between Barcelona and Bilbao with a cast of characters that include the Spanish royal family, a former naval officer with his own personal agenda, a billionaire computer geek with a hatred of all religions and the mysterious Winston, without whose help Professor Langdon and his beautiful assistant would not have made it past page 125.
An immense amount of research has gone into writing this book and Dan Brown has made sure that none of it has been wasted. There are times when the text begins to read more like a history lecture, and I sometimes felt a little like the dunce at the back of the class who had to have everything spelt out for him. But having said that, I do felt I learnt a lot from the book, as well as being thoroughly entertained.
An really gripping and well plotted take that kept me hooked – and guessing – right too the very end.