Well, to get to the point, if we look for a book that leaves ... read, otherwise no real requirement that the pleasure of turning pages at high speed, it is a book that will find its audience. The concern is that casually, the book has other claims and there, it hurts! On the level of form, style is poor, not very thick plot, the characters not searched (they used to support theses somewhat caricatured: the Freemason who doubts but open; the pretty girl flayed which opens slowly ...), well longuet rhythm (it takes 80 pages to see where is coming from and the plot is dotted with explanatory pavers that are the real motivation of the book) and end well elliptical! All for it! There are of course very very nasty Nazis, perverse or vicious girls, sated characters fills, meal descriptions or wine to true and a hint of "revelations" to the profane: in short, everything that need to spice up the sauce without forgetting some comments thrown here and there by authors hilltop sad on our contemporary world, sold in easy luxury and evanescent pleasures. On the back plane (I specify that I am not an insider), the purpose is beneficial (defense of true Freemasonry, stained by intolerance and a recent shameful history) but turns-pamphlet denouncing abuses more or less ideological in our troubled times: hate, ignorance, intolerance ... (That open house!) And the bottom does not it ends by contradicting motivations? What! Freemasonry, it would involve for psychotropic substances and hallucinatory would open the "gates" of a "métaconscience"? ... Surprising considering (at least, that is what I had understood from the outside) as FM is primarily a spiritual journey and intellectual who does not care about paradise called "artificial "but most of the Brotherhood, curiously very little present in his expressions in a book where the brothers are often schemers or act alone or in very small groups. In short, and if the book unwittingly built a caricature of FM? So, the object of this clash between a very very nasty evil (when you take the Nazis, we do not take too much risk! That dubious complacency in the evocation of nazillonnes brutasses!) And good (although ultimately pâlot ) gets a little ... silly. But hey, there, I expected maybe too much. If a detective is a character who scratches on the soul in an incomprehensible and complex world, this book is neither a thriller nor a thriller. The question is whether there is anything other than a coup in the wake of Dan Brown.
