I refuse to read The Rule of Four any more than i have. It’s amateur dross riding off the coattails of the Da Vinci Code to exploit a market dredging the obscure and arcane for another pop culture, paint-by-numbers thriller. It’s not the dredging that I object to, but how lazily it’s executed.
The book that the Rule of Four authors hang their story around is Hypnerotomachia Poliphili. I haven’t been able to wrap my mind around it yet as it’s obtuse as hell. I don’t even know if it deserves to be rescued from the clutches of the half-assed efforts of those Ivy League boys.
It’s hard to embrace a book that keeps being hyped as having a nearly sexual obsession with architecture. It makes me think of that Dan Clowes ‘Eightball’ comic in which he rips on the creepiness of the old Harvey comics like Richie Rich and Caspar the Friendly Ghost, with one character that is sexually obsessed with octagons, and begins masturbating every time he sees a ‘Stop’ sign.