One of the great ironies of Dan Brown's book is that it assaults you with its greatest piece of idiocy before you've even picked it up. The man's name is Leonardo, please. "da Vinci" (note the lower-case "d"), is NOT his family name, it's his hometown. He was born in Vinci, Italy, in 1452, in a time before Europeans had started surnaming themselves. Brown's error is on par with writing a book on the life of Christ called The Of Nazareth Code, or assuming St. Joan was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. "Of Arc." It's amazing that anyone could take seriously the historical claims of a work whose title screams out, "penned by an historical ignoramus!"
I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove reading things like that.
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Well, thank you for the kind words. The particularly annoying thing about it is that I'm going to have to deal with a whole generation of youngsters in my classroom growing up calling the guy Da Vinci.
Signed, The Author
Cal Culver
cal@jenandcal.org
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