THE DA VINCI LOAD

I read The Da Vinci Code a few years ago, or tried to - just had to see what all the fuss was about - but right from the opening pages my mind kept asking intelligent questions, like "Omigod, do you believe what that dying guy managed to do?" or "Surely no one would ever say anything like that under such circumstances without everyone around them cracking up?" or "Don't you wonder why these characters take all this so seriously?" As Mark Twain said about an earlier version, once I put it down I couldn't pick it up. My disbelief was simply too massive to be suspended without some serious bridge cable, anchored maybe on the moon.

So, as one who was raised Catholic, I find it interesting that mobs of folks who fervently believe in immaculate conception, resurrection, ascension and transubstantiation (for starters), are getting all up in arms and being deeply offended by a clumsy patchwork of fictual faction that basically says Jesus got married and had some kids.

Truth is indeed stranger than... whatever fiction is.

[I speak, of course, as a descendant of Jesus... or not...]

[Is nothing sacred? Even the "DaVinci Code nun" is ersatz...]