SDG here with two new Angels & Demons pieces: my review of the film, and an essay on the relationship of religion and science in the story. (A third piece, fact-checking Angels & Demons, went up last week.)
And that's it. I'm done. I'm Browned out. I'm grateful for the trip to Geneva and Rome, but after five different pieces for four different publications, reedited into three pieces (so far) for Decent Films, plus various radio appearances and a spot on EWTN, now that I've actually survived to opening day, I never want to hear, say, read or write the name "Robert Langdon" ever again. Ever.
Especially since Brown's upcoming third Langdon thriller, The Lost Symbol, is all about Freemasons and is apparently set in Washington, DC.
I've been to Washington, DC.
Heck, my family and I toured the West Wing, had lunch in the West Wing mess hall, and climbed up the elevator shaft at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum.
Of course, I bet Langdon will wind up jumping out of Air Force One with nothing but a propeller beanie and splashdown in the Reflecting Pool. And then find the hidden code in invisible ink on the back of the Declaration of Independence … that … Nicolas Cage already found in National Treasure. Hm.
(Oh, dang. Catholic Answers Live at the end of the month. I'm not done yet. Once more into the breach…)

