The Road to Hell

Dante Alighieri's Inferno, the first part of his epic poem Divine Comedy, has inspired many tributes since it was written seven centuries ago. From writers like Milton and Marx, to Craig Johnson, Dante's poetic vision of hell has influenced literature. Musicians, from opera to Celtic music, have based their works on some themes of this same poem. Many painters have tried to depict the reality of what Dante wrote. Wildly popular in its time, it was the first work of literature written in the vernacular and thus accessible to every man or woman (if they could read). It is on the list of books I plan to read.

Dan Brown is well known for tackling historical subjects and causing great controversies over some of his ideas. There were plenty of readers who couldn't separate fact from fiction in his early works. In Inferno (Doubleday, 2013), Brown confronts modern problems facing the world today.

(Warning: Lots of plot description ahead, but not mystery spoilers.)

The saga begins when Robert Langdon wakes up from a nightmare, shouting. He finds himself in a hospital bed with absolutely no recollection of how he'd gotten there. Or where he'd been. He assumes he must have been in an accident, because he has stitches in his head––as well as amnesia.

In his nightmare, he'd been calling out something that sounds like "very sorry." It is not until he looks out the window that he realizes that he is in Italy––Florence to be specific. He is positive that he began his day at Harvard, where he is well known as a professor of Art History and Symbology.

A doctor comes into his room and introduces herself as Sienna Brooks, but before many more words come out of her mouth, an armed assassin bolts into the room, kills one person and is aiming for Langdon. Sienna pulls him into another room and they escape. And so it begins, a chase unlike any other. Langdon and Sienna are on the run, but they don't know who is on their heels or why they are in someone's sights. From past experience, Langdon should have considered a secret organization plot, but then he was having memory problems.

La Mappa dell’Inferno by Sandro Botticelli

Their first bolthole is Sienna's sparsely furnished apartment, and their first order of business is to call the American Consulate. Sienna goes next door to find Robert some clothes and he takes a moment to look through Sienna's computer for the latest news to see if it offers any insight into what has brought him to this city. But there is nothing. Then, Langdon has just about enough time to take off his hospital gown and cover his heinie, when Sienna shows him a hidden pocket in the back of his jacket––which she has had the foresight to bring along, despite their haste. In the pocket is a mechanism that projects an image.

In this case, it is Sandro Botticelli's La Mappa dell’ Inferno (The Map of Hell), one of the more frightening visions of the afterlife ever created. As Langdon looks at it closely, he sees that there have been some alterations in the artwork and he sees things that have also been manifesting in his recent nightmares of white-haired women, blood-red rivers and the stench of death. There is also the image of a plague mask, a uniquely shaped mask with a long beak. Doctors treating plague victims, who felt the long beak kept the pestilence from reaching their nostrils, wore it. The disease also known as The Black Death killed about a third of the population in the 14th century.

This piece of artwork was a tribute to the work that has become one of the world's most celebrated writings, Dante's Inferno, which presents the poet's macabre vision of his trip through the nine levels of hell that had tortures for specific types of sins. The painting reveals a subterranean funnel of suffering with fire, brimstone and sewage, with Satan himself waiting at the bottom.

The inspection of the image is interrupted by the squeal of tires and sirens, as police cars pull up and what appears to be an armed squad of soldiers with death or capture on their minds thunder up the stairs. Langdon and Sienna flee out the back way, thinking that the US government is after them as well.

Porta Romana

For  Langdon, the most serious problem is that he has no memory. His key strength is his eidetic memory, which is his main intellectual asset. He is accustomed to recall every little detail of what he sees around him, so he struggles as he looks at the painting to puzzle out the changes made to the image. He feels sure that interpreting these changes will provide the clues he needs to help understand what has been happening to him. He decides the first clue is "seek and you shall find," a phrase written on the Botticelli painting.

Sienna's asset is a mind of incredible genius that it has set her apart from all her peers most of her life; but she lacks the art education to help Langdon.

The one thought that comes to Langdon's mind is that what he had been saying during that nightmare was "Vasari," not "very sorry," and he had to have been referring to Giorgio Vasari, an Italian painter and architect who has painted a mural at the Palazzo Vecchio. The twosome head there, and on the way Robert catches a glimpse of the white-haired woman from his dreams.

Museo Casa di Dante

To follow Langdon's scavenger hunt for clues, the author takes the couple on a historical journey through the notable sights of Florence, not missing many. Beginning at the Porta Romana part of the old walled city, they hie to the Istituto statale d'arte. They rush from there through the famous Boboli Gardens and into the Palazzo Pitti.

Sneaking out through the Buontalenti Grotto, they dash into the Palazzo Vecchio where they hasten to the Hall of Five Hundred and then escape through the Hall of Geographical Maps.

Now there comes a charge through Robert's mind, with memories and revelations hitting him like jolts of electricity.

Hall of Maps

They spring to the Museo Casa di Dante that leads to Chiesa di Santa Margherita de' Cerchi and, finally, they dart to the Baptistery of San Giovanni, with doors by Ghiberti, where they find Dante's death mask, in which there are clues that lead them to Venice and Saint Mark's Square.

Are you tired yet? This is the first rest the two have had. I needed a rest for sure! I took one.

San Giovanni

While the dynamic duo is running in circles, a great push is being made to understand the death of a well-known scientist, Bertrand Zobrist, a gene engineer, and to seek and find the legacy that he left the world before he killed himself by jumping out a high window. He was a Transhumanist who espoused a philosophy that humans should use all available technologies to engineer their own species to make it stronger, leading to survival of the fittest. Mostly, these Transhumanists are scientific futurists, visionaries and apocalyptic thinkers; believers that the end is coming and that drastic action is needed to be taken to save the future of the species.

To Zobrist, the main problem facing the world today is overpopulation. Zobrist claimed that he felt trapped on a ship where the passengers doubled every hour in geometric progression, while he tried desperately to build a lifeboat before the ship sunk under its own weight. He advocated throwing half of the people overboard. He felt the 14th-century bubonic plague was a boon to society, which was more healthy, wealthy and wise after the population was decimated––and this is what led to the Renaissance. He pushed for a similar drastic solution. Dr. Elizabeth Sinskey, the head of the World Health Organization, expects the worst. Of course, the reader accepts that the paths of Langdon and Sienna's two searches are bound to intersect.

Doge's Palace, Venice

Meanwhile, the intrepid pair find a clue at The Horses of Saint Mark, speed through Doge's Palace in Venice and finally scurry to some of Dante's favorite places––like the Baptistery of San Giovanni where Dante was baptized––which leads to St. Mark's Chiesa d'Oro, where Dante met his lifelong love, Beatrice, and where Langdon and Sienna gain additional insights.

The trail leads now 1,000 miles to Istanbul, and they fly (hope they serve nuts on the plane; they haven't eaten for a long time) to the crossroads of Europe and, lastly, they race to the Hagia Sophia, the eighth wonder of the world, an amalgamation of Christian and Islamic art and architecture. I have to stop here before I completely spoil the mystery.

Hagia Sophia

You can guess that I found the endless descriptions a bit daunting. Hardly a page was without a detailed description of some fabulous church, castle, city square, or in-depth sketch of a famous personage of historical significance. One reason I really enjoyed the illustrated versions of The Da Vinci Code and Angels & Demons is because the truism was true: a picture is worth a thousand words. The hundreds of visual images in those books brought the descriptions to life.

Readers who gravitate to codes and symbols will enjoy parts of Brown's Inferno. Firenzophiles will appreciate the travelogue, and history enthusiasts will learn a lot.

It seemed that whenever the plot got thin or repetitive, Brown tried to dazzle his audience with art, architecture and historical name-dropping. But as with other books from Dan Brown, I had to think and was left pondering the following from Dante’s Inferno: The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.

What would I be willing to do to save humanity? Something to mull over in these hot-as-Hades days.

Hot August Nights

There is something in the air at this time of year that brings back memories of getting ready for school. It doesn't really matter how far in the distant past my own school days were. I still find myself looking at pens and pencils when I am in the store. I usually pick up a few. Schools begin in late August in my town, with the student athletes starting a few weeks earlier than that. There is a certain buzz in the atmosphere, no matter how hot and muggy it is. How unlike those cities and countries that go into slowdown for the entire month of August! It is a good idea that is probably rejuvenating, soothing the spirit for a winter ahead.

One of the Winters that come to mind is Erik Winter of Sweden. He has a story that takes place in one of the warmest summers in his neck of the woods. In The Shadow Woman by Åke Edwardson, Winter is winding up his summer vacation, and he has traded in his designer suits and modish look for cutoffs and unstyled hair to match the very hot weather that will go down in people's memories and will make it easier to recall what they were doing at that time of the year. Eric himself has a few other reasons that make him cut his vacation short. One of his investigating team has been viciously attacked in racially-motivated violence, and this has driven him to uncharacteristic violence himself. Secondly, a young unknown woman's body has been found dumped at the edge of a lake and he feels an unusual connection to her. Lastly, his longtime girlfriend has given him an ultimatum and told him to grow up and show some maturity. A cut to the quick for Sweden's youngest-ever Chief Inspector.

A massive drug war between biker gangs is ripping through Scandinavia. It is late August and the annual Gotenburg party is in full swing. The heat is exacerbated by the ethnic discord stirred by the nativist gangs. Sweden has its problems with immigrants. Winter call these unfortunates Space refugees. They are those who journey from country to country, without ever being allowed into any of the paradises. But the problem is closer to home, in that Aneta Djanali, who was attacked, was born in Sweden and considers herself Swedish––but does not look Swedish.

There are few clues about the body in the lake, and the story shifts gently from one point of view to another and from one place and time to another. So it is with insight and determination that the police finally get a grip on the case of the body in the lake and bring the murder to a satisfying conclusion.

This is the second of Edwardson's books, although it is one of the more recently translated. This is an early Erik Winter, just settling into his job as Chief Inspector. It is somewhat of a departure, because there is a small, mystical element as Winter has significant dreams in this book, which is something that is not repeated much in future books. There is also a little more of a hint about his relationship with his family.

Like many fictional detectives, Winter has musical preferences; in this case, jazz. However, after visiting London on a previous case, he was turned onto a group called The Clash, which he listened to throughout the book. But he does shave and get back into his designer suits, although we don't know whether he has become mature enough for girl friend Angela.

Italy is well known to be somewhat somnolent in August, as the Italians have the very good sense to bow before the onslaught of heat. It is only the tourist industry that sees no ebb of industry. A new author to me is Marco Vichi. In his Death in August, it is August 1963, in Florence, Italy, and Inspector Bordelli of the Florentine police is one of the few stragglers who has not left the steaming city for a countryside visit. Bordelli heads to his office early, because he hasn’t slept well due to the heat. Despite this sign of efficiency his superior, Dr. Inziponi, starts the day by calling him on the carpet to complain about his usual weakness, which Inzipone describes as a very peculiar sense of justice. By this, he means the way Bordelli may catch thieves, but if he feels that they have committed crimes forced upon them by hunger and poverty, he tends to release them before they can be called to court.

Inzipone also has a case for Inspector Bordelli. An old woman has been found in her apartment, dead from a severe asthma attack. At first glance, it appears a natural death, but by the bedside lays her bottle of medicine, untouched. Bordelli is not concerned so much by whodunnit, since he as he is pretty sure of the identities of the perpetrators. Instead, Death in August is more of a how- and whydunnit––and how to catch the murderers. This he accomplishes while enduring the heat he variously describes as relentless, unremitting, pervasive, suffocating, humid and made more miserable by mosquitoes. I almost got heatstroke while reading the story.

Inspector Bordelli is a fiftyish bachelor who fears he may never meet the love of his life but, at the same time, he is rather happy he has not. He surrounds himself with great friends, many of whom he has met while doing his job. These are some partially-reformed thieves, a curmudgeonly police pathologist and, new to his circle, is a very eccentric inventor named Dante, who is the victim's brother.

Bordelli has the obligatory young sidekick, Piros, who is the son of a wartime compatriot. There are about four books in this series and the very excellent Stephen Sartarelli who also translates Andrea Camilleri's Salvo Montalbano books has recently translated them. Vichi spends quite a bit of time developing the atmosphere as well as creating a realistic setting and genuine characters. I have the next few books on order.

In Montalbano’s part of Italy, Vigata, Sicily, he too deals with the Italian custom of enjoying vacations in August. In Andrea Camilleri's August Heat, he is planning a vacation with his girlfriend Livia and some friends of hers. He has managed to rent a lovely villa for a very good price with good access to the beach.

Just as everyone is getting settled, and the only drawbacks are the heat and the other couple's complete brat of a son, Montalbano has the misfortune of finding a corpse in the basement. This puts the vacation on the back burner, and Livia, in disgust, departs with her friends to vacation elsewhere, leaving Salvo's calls unanswered. He is left to read in his spare time.

He sat outside until eleven o'clock, reading a good detective novel by two Swedish authors who were husband and wife, in which there wasn't a page without a ferocious and justified attack on social democracy and the government. In his mind Montalbano dedicated the book to all those who did not deign to read mystery novels because, in their opinion, they were "only entertaining puzzles."

Montalbano needs to be wily as well as dogged if he wants to find the murderer. He is both of these. And there is no rest for the man, as Camilleri puts it:

"Nowadays, if a man living in a civilized country (ha!) hears cannon blasts in his sleep, he will, of course, mistake them for thunderclaps, gun salutes on the feast day of the local patron saint, or furniture being moved by the slime-buckets living upstairs, and go right on sleeping soundly. But the ringing of the telephone, the triumphal march of the cell phone, or the doorbell, no: Those are all sounds of summons in response to which the civilized man (ha-ha!) has no choice but to surface from the depths of slumber and answer."

In this case, Montabano is vulnerable and alone although he is a thoroughly moral man who lets his guard down and makes decisions that will affect his life for ever. This is truly a cold case of sweat and tears. But Camilleri always writes stories that make a reader forget about the heat because they are far more than puzzles.

I intend to enjoy the rest of August, whatever the temperature, because the lazy swimming days that remain are too few. Reading a nice mystery while in the pool is a wonderful way to relax.

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