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Feb. 25th, 2006 12:38 pmAnd I was going to tack this onto the last review: The Flanders Panel, by Arturo Perez Reverte? Don't bother. His The Club Dumas was/is a great read, but The Flanders Panel was his first novel and it reads like a bad rehearsal for The Club Dumas.
And also OMG STOP SMOKING AROUND THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY PAINTINGS AND PUTTING THEM "WHERE THEY CATCH THE SUNLIGHT".
For someone who clearly either researches heavily or already knows a lot about ancient books and paintings, he sure does make his characters act stupid around them.
Anyway. I'm getting a little tired of the omg sekrits r hidden in teh artwurks genre. I'm tempted to try my hand at a novel where a shy bookseller discovers a rare book with a murder mystery and a map to ancient treasure and goes searching for answers and is dogged by the least competent secret society ever, maybe a delusional local Lion's Club, and the answer to the murder mystery is actually in a history textbook someone else wrote ten years ago and the treasure is under three tons of cement where they built a parking garage over it. And there are random pointless satanists. Because who doesn't want to read about random satanists?
I will call it The Da Vinci National Treasure Panel Club of Tomb Raiders. Oprah will pimp it as an inspirational story that touches all our lives.
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And also OMG STOP SMOKING AROUND THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY PAINTINGS AND PUTTING THEM "WHERE THEY CATCH THE SUNLIGHT".
For someone who clearly either researches heavily or already knows a lot about ancient books and paintings, he sure does make his characters act stupid around them.
Anyway. I'm getting a little tired of the omg sekrits r hidden in teh artwurks genre. I'm tempted to try my hand at a novel where a shy bookseller discovers a rare book with a murder mystery and a map to ancient treasure and goes searching for answers and is dogged by the least competent secret society ever, maybe a delusional local Lion's Club, and the answer to the murder mystery is actually in a history textbook someone else wrote ten years ago and the treasure is under three tons of cement where they built a parking garage over it. And there are random pointless satanists. Because who doesn't want to read about random satanists?
I will call it The Da Vinci National Treasure Panel Club of Tomb Raiders. Oprah will pimp it as an inspirational story that touches all our lives.
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