While I’ve always enjoyed Dan Brown’s thrillers for the unadulterated escapism they provide, Inferno is predictable and unexciting. It plods on, and despite its page count, has little meat on its bone. Sure, it’s perfectly readable, and the die-hards might be satisfied with Robert Langdon’s fourth adventure, but for the rest of us, it’s a mostly tedious romp.
This time round, shockingly, the fate of the world rests in Robert Langdon’s hands. Only our esteemed professor is suffering from that most hackneyed of ailments: retrograde amnesia. He appears to have suffered a gunshot wound to the back of his head, and the trauma has decimated his memories of the preceding hours, which, naturally, hold the key to unlocking a great, deadly mystery. What Langdon gradually begins to understand is that a bad guy – the worst guy, who so-happens to be obsessed with Dante and the Plague – is convinced that over-population is humanity’s greatest threat. And that therefore a purge is necessary…
Inferno is a mishmash of tropes and characters readers will be familiar with. It’s all well and good to play homage to the great thriller writers of our time and borrow elements from their work – but this time, things just feel a little too cramped, too analogous. Characters float in and out of the story, their desires are over-explained with dull monologues, and the repeated use of ellipsis and the phrase “never the less” quickly becomes grating.
Say what you will about Dan Brown, but at the very least, he’s always provided action-packed page-turning romps. That’s not the case here. Inferno isn’t terrible. It’s not an insult. It’s just infuriatingly average.
Format: Paperback (198mm x 127mm x mm)
Imprint: Corgi Books
Publisher: Transworld Publishers Ltd
Publish Date: 6-Oct-2016
Country of Publication: United Kingdom