The Da Vinci Load pt2

(Scroll down or click here for Part 1)

…and we’re back.

There’s so much wrong with The Code, that I can’t really fit it all  here (nor do I think the book’s worth the attention).For example, outrageous nonsense like the origins of Christianity in Mithraism or the first-time deification of Jesus at the Council of Nicaea (325 AD). Um, did anyone else pay attention at school history? Mr Mithra’s career involved bull-slaying and planetary allusions, but there isn’t a single document out there that talks about his death and resurrection in three days, or that refers to him as the Son of God. They did, however, give him the title Sol Invictus (unconquered Sun) sometime in the 3rd century, and he had to share it with a couple of other Roman gods (El Gabal and Sol, if I’m not mistaken). I’d really like to see where Mr Brown got his reference from. Or pulled it out of.

As for the Council of Nicaea, any shool kid can answer that: Open a New Testament, and you can count a number of instances where Jesus is referred to as God (just as an example, look at John 20:28 and 31). Now, the last time I checked, the New Testament texts were written way before the Nicaean Council. A couple of hundred years before, to be exact. So when Mr Brown whispers to us in his oh-so-conspiratorial tones that “before 325 AD Jesus was regarded by his followers as a mere man”, I would ask him if he got that from the same printed drivel where he copied the rest of his absurdities too. Ever heard of the “Holy Blood, Holy Grail” (1981)? Of course you have. Just like you heard about “The dolorous passion of our Lord Jesus Christ” when “The Passion of the Christ” hit the box office. There’s a reason why these works were so obscure before pop culture made everyone a scholar…

And the list goes on: Simple facts like the Dead Sea scrolls discovery (1945), which were written in the mid-to-late 2nd century AD (some hundred years after the latest Gospel). Illogical accusations that Jesus’s disciples were misogynists who tried to conceal the marriage of their Teacher to Mary Magdalene as a scandal, when they didn’t seem too concerned to hide the fact that He had been crucified like a despicable criminal. Wasn’t that scandalous? Or that they distorted the truth about Jesus just so they can gain power, when all of them ended up suffering martyrdom for their faith – this, I think, alone, would bin the gist of the Code’s theories.

And there is so much more we could talk about: The myth of Jesus being married, the validity of the Apocrypha Gospels the novel relies on, the Hieros Gamos (ancient ceremonial voyeuristic orgies), the Sacred Feminine notion, Opus Dei, how the New Testament was really put together, the alleged “demonisation” of Mary Magdalene (started around 591 AD, and not from the apostle Peter) and much much more to make Da Vinci himself roll in his grave… but there are excellent rescources out there from far more qualified people than me to analyse all this.

It’s not like the writing is any better: Unsubstantial, unrealistic characters spit out ultra-cheesy dialogue – and those are the main characters. The plot is laughable at the least (dusty middle-aged scholar evades professional killers and the French AND British police with the help of a conveniently expert/pretty cryptographer) and the language outlandish. I mean, “[his] laugh now an eerie chortle“? Hello? HELLO? Did an editor go through this pulp before they inflicted it on mankind? Every time some “new revelation” comes through, someone is stumbling backwards, eyes wide and hand on mouth. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Look at Sophie Neveu for example. We know that introducing a second “main” character opens the way for dialogue instead of thought, but this girl is simply being abused. The only reason we learn almost anything in the Da Vinci Code is because she yelps “I don’t understand” every three pages. At least she’s pretty. But I dare you to read the ending with a straight face. I DARE you. It’ll make you scream at the thought that Dan Brown actually taughtcreative writing once.

But what really kills the book and the film is their inherent smugness of “I know something you don’t”. Just read any classroom flashback Robert Langdon gets. Usually teaching a class of conveniently conservative imbeciles, he relishes every time he destroys their already tenuous “beliefs” by showing them that people like to use the same symbols across the world. Wow. What a shock. Prof Langdon smiles with glee as he fires his obscure (and not always correct) knowledge of symbology at his baffled students. Look what the pagans used and – oh! look at what the Catholics use! Look at this Star of David – ah! It’s a combined pagan male/female symbol! The Catholics worship a woman (Mary) and her Son? Ah! So did a thousand pagan religions from Greece to Africa to India. And so forth. Yoo stoopid littul piiipul. How wonderful it is that Robert Langdon has fallen from heaven to open our blinded eyes. But then again, what they call Higher Criticism has never been without its Higher Brow. (By the way, can someone tell Mr Brown that NOT ALL CHRISTIANS ARE CATHOLICS? Thank you.)

In the end, I just don’t get it. All these literary agents write to me saying that their client list is full and the publishing world is soooo competitive, and I just have to wonder how does writing so ridiculous, plotting so ludicrous andresearch so absurdly sloppy ever makes it in book form. Virtually every page/scene of The Da Vinci Code causes you to wonder how and why a work of such low thematic and literary quality sold in the millions. But I guess there’s really no such thing as bad publicity, controversy sells and most people just don’t care enough to do their homework. And that, my friends, is the only mystery of The Da Vinci Code that we can’t solve.

And there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written. Amen. – John 21:25

“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles?” – Mat. 7:15-16

But there are some who trouble you and want to pervert the gospel of Christ. But even if we, or an angel from heaven, preach any other gospel to you than what we have preached to you, let him be accursed. As we have said before, so now I say again, if anyone preaches any other gospel to you than what you have received, let him be accursed. – Gal. 1:7-9

O Timothy! Guard what was committed to your trust, avoiding the profane and idle babblings and contradictions of what is falsely called Knowledge [ = Gnosis] — by professing it some have strayed concerning the faith. – 1 Tim. 6:19-21

For I testify to everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: If anyone adds to these things, God will add to him the plagues that are written in this book; and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part from the Book of Life, from the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book. Rev. 22:18-19

The Da Vinci Load pt1

(Come on. You knew this was on its way.)

THE RANT

Last night I finally ventured to my local multiplex to watch a little film called “The Da Vinci Code”. After two-and-a-half hours, a bad headache (fault of the seating, not the film) and £4.20 poorer, I thought it was about time to gather some thoughts about it, and the book behind it.

At some point in the film, Robert Langdon (Tom Hanks) accuses Graal “expert” Sir Leigh Teabing (Sir Ian McKellen) of “twisting facts to fit your theory”. In the glorious abundance of controversy that Dan Brown’s titular novel has generated, I personally can’t find more fitting words to describe the whole thing.

But as soon as anyone tries to speak for or against The Code, they have to overcome the first wave of arguments that screams: “It’s fiction, not fact.” Answer: Wrong. It’s BAD fiction and MISPLACED fact. And off we go.

The film, to a degree, is faithful to the novel: Paper-thin characters, sloppy research, impossible plot and nice scenery. Not having much to go on from the source material, the performances are mostly ornamental (with the exception of McKellen and Paul Bettany) and if you haven’t memorised the book, chances are you’ll miss most of the scholarly references that are thrown around so fast that Da Vinci himself would have to ask for a break.

But let me first tell you the story, and we can take it from there. Sit back, relax, and witness fiction stranger than fact.

THE STORY

The Da Vinci Code theory goes that Jesus was a lovely, wonderful, charismatic and inspiring man and nothing more. No Son of God, promised Messiah or any of that ‘regular’ Christian stuff. In fact, he was so human that He also married Mary Magdalene and left her pregnant by the time he was crucified. Fearing persecution, some of Jesus’s followers (among them Joseph of Arimathea) smuggled Mary all the way to France, where she gave birth to a little girl that she named Sarah. Now, of course, Jesus’s bloodline had to be protected – and what best way to do that than to marry her off to a noble of the time? This kind of intermarrying continued up to the fifth century AD, and resulted in the rise of the frankish Merovingian dynasty; kings of France who were now blood-related to Christ Himself.

It gets weirder. Obviously, the Catholic Church (in Dan Brown’s world, Christianity equals Catholicism) wouldn’t want

Map of the 1st Crusade

the world to find out about this. It would ruin the divinity of Christ and turn Him into a mere man. What’s wrong with that, you say? Well, if Jesus was fully man but not fully God as well (as the Bible teaches), then the Christian faith as we know it would be annulled. Further, Jesus’s de-deification (only man, not God) would cause the Catholic Church to lose its sway over the ignorant masses of Europe. The “Christian” empire would crumble. And if we’ve learned anything from history, it’s that those who have power will do anything to keep it. Especially killing.

There’s another thing here. According to the non-canonical Gospels of Philip and Mary (don’t open your Bible, you won’t find them in there), Jesus preferred his wife to all His other disciples. Now, in the then Jewish society this would have caused a lot of grief – the favourite was a woman? PERSECUTION! SMEAR CAMPAIGN! And since the rest of the world is no different,
the Catholic Church understood that if the Magdalene story went public, they might not be able to oppress women as they were so fond of doing. In fact, the tables might even turn.

Back to the story. Sometime in 1095 AD, Pope Urbanus II called up the nobles of France and said “Dudes,where’s Jerusalem? Deus vult!” The result was arguably the first act of Christian terrorism, also known as the First Crusade (I said “arguably”. Quiet.). There was bloodshed, battles, sieges, and “Return of the King” special effects. A year later, when it was all over (and not much Jerusalem left to take back), someone had to stick around and make sure that the Christian pilgrims to the Holy Land would be protected from raiding Muslim forces. So, two French knights – Huges de Payens and Godfrey de St Omer – created a band of (originally) nine knights known as the Pauperes Commilitones Christi e Templique Solomonici (huh? what’s that?) or the Knights Templar for short.

Now what do these guys have to do with our tale? Well, the theory goes that the whole “Serve and protect the pilgrims” thing was just a cover. In reality, the Templars were on a scavenger hunt to find…….. The Holy Grail; the cup that Jesus drank from during the Last Supper. This is where things get really twisted. The Graal was always thought to be a chalice, a word that described a soup bowl at the time. But the theory tells us that the Holy Chalice was nothing else than Mary Magdalene, Jesus’s beloved wife (the chalice symbolising the female womb and the French San Graal [= Holy Grail]really meaning Sang Raal [= Royal Blood]). Evidence? Suddenly the Templars left Jerusalem for reasons unknown, went straight back to Rome, and got filthy rich under the auspices of the Catholic Church. Blackmail? Lottery? Found the Pope’s lost wallet? Who knows… but they did invent the first ATM. Seriously.

Okay, let’s wrap it up. According to the theory, the Templars had some documents proving the Magdalene story, and usedthem to blackmail the Church. But when the Church had had enough of them, it labelled them Satanists (not sure why they hadn’t thought of that earlier) and had them all thrown to the fire. Heck, since the getting was good, they even threw in some Cathars too. And then they went on to hunt down the remaining members of Jesus’s bloodline (remember them?).

But, like in all good stories, some Templars escaped the Catholic persecution, and formed what became known as the Sionis Prioratus, or the Priory of Sion, a super-secret group sworn to protect the Jesus bloodline from the talons of the Catholic Church. What does Da Vinci have to do with this? Well, according to Mr Brown, Leonardo Da Vinci was, in his time, the leader (“Grand Master”) of the Priory, and left us a bunch of Magdalene hints in his paintings. And this is where the “Da Vinci Code” kicks in: The last four members of the Priory are killed, and the race begins to uncover their hidden secret… queue lots of codes, wide-eyes, shock, unbelief and an albino killer Opus Dei monk (who, in the film, looks disturbingly like the evil Emperor from Star Wars).

BACK TO THE RANT

When I read the novel, I honestly couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. The theory is not original; we’ve been hearing this tripe since the 1st century, only back then it was the Gnostics with Marcion (the Bible-snipper) at the helm and the writing was slightly better. Don’t get me wrong – the whole Knights Templar, Sionis Prioratus, (huh? what’s that?), Magdalene and Merovingian legend has some historical value, but unfortunately for Mr Brown, it doesn’t stand the test of historical research, and I hope he knows it. Actually, I doubt he knows it, because at the beginning of his novel he claims that all historical notes are accurate, and some of them are in-your-face not.

To be continued…

I’m writing, I’m writing. Really.

My latest object d’art: a creepy-looking unidentified head from an equally creepy-looking unidentified vegetable. Yeah, I know. At least my Thesis is going well.

UpMic’s works of “art” are generously sponsored by the Write Your Thesis Foundation (WYTF) (www.writethemchapters.com)

WYTF: Weil es sich nicht schreiben wird. Ja.

Marking the date

Well, it’s official: I’ve begun writing my Thesis even though I haven’t finished my data-gathering yet, and probably will have to do another couple of months of it.

Yesterday I attended an excellent all-day University course on how to write the thing, and if anything, it was encouraging to meet other despairing, stressed, and panicking final-year PhDs. It alleviates the loneliness, you see.

The course was great: The University standards on Thesis presentation and submission, tips on writing and overcoming writer’s block, drawing from countless previous cases… It really demystified a lot of issues and made it sound actually plausible.

Why devote an entry to talk about this? Because during the years you devote to a PhD, the Thesis plagues your life, hopes and dreams, seeping slowly into the depths of your anyway deteriorating, ragged, enslaved psyche and gleefully destroying it day-by-day until you’re left nothing but a pitiful puppet, a human ghost so frail and fragile that every breath of existence seems like swallowing the very essence of Pain itself. Yeah, I think that pretty much explains it.

Finally, I admit that lately my entries are neither the usual article-level (because of all my work) nor probably interesting, but I find no reason to stretch this one. If you are or have been in the PhD world, you don’t want to hear about it; if you aren’t, you don’t need to. Believe me, you don’t.

I am your PhD. I get bigger, I kill you.

Today is my first day off in almost three months (notice that today is Saturday).

My life has become an endless routine of work, work, and more work. And guess what: I still have more work to do. I’m just glad I don’t have a family to neglect and traumatise.

I live in a lab. I spend 10-12 hours a day (often every day) carrying out experiments that don’t succeed 9 times out of 10, and when they do they take my project back three steps 8 times out of 10.

People think that when I finish, the world will be my oyster. But, as I’ve said before, the world is more of a tight clam, with maybe a pearl inside. Research is competitive, pretty much like every other profession, and new fish are often not welcome.

Strangely, I’m not depressed about it. Tired of it, low on that first-year enthusiasm – sure. But not depressed or stressed in any way. Because in the end, God holds the reins, and life will never get any easier. What it will get, is a meaning.

The first rule of a PhD is, you do not talk about your PhD.
The second rule of a PhD is, you DO NOT talk about your PhD.
The third rule of a PhD is, if someone yells “Stop!” goes limp, taps out, ignore them.
The fourth rule of a PhD is, only one person to a PhD.
The fifth rule of a PhD is, one PhD at a time.
The sixth rule of a PhD is, no life, no interests.
The seventh rule of a PhD is, work will go on as long as it has to.
And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at a PhD, you have to publish.