Minor hijack, and I apologize in advance.
The thing about broadening your mind is that it tends to broaden your mind.
I'm a smart girl. I'm not a super genious, but I'm smart. I can infer and analize and draw conclusions. I can even take something I've read and carry it out a step or 10 further.
My point? I haven't read The Da Vinci Code or Foucault's Pendulum (but I plan on reading the former as soon as I can finally track down which family member currently has it and will likely read the later, because the topic interests me). But I've read 2 of Dan Brown's other novels. So I'm familiar enough with his writing to know what you're trying to say, Decavolt, at least as far as Dan Brown is concerned. I'm minorly bugged by it. Enough to where it took me a minute to decide if it was worth the post or not. In the end, well, here we are.
Anyway, the face paced, easy read, made for the hyperactive brain, Dan Brown version is probably going to have a greater appeal to me. Not because I'm not "a thinking man" (which seems to imply a lesser intelligence). But because it's just going to be easier. I like to be challenged. I really and truly do. But if a series of descriptive two-syllable words get me to the same place as a series of dry 10-syllable words do, I'm gonna take the two-syllables every time. See, that way my brain is freed up to draw my own conclusions and really give the topic a good think. I don't tend to like it when someone else does too much of the thinking part for me. I also tend to like descriptions. I'm a visual person. Paint me a picture and let me ruminate on the rest.
You can keep your intellectual snobbery. I'll sit here in the average Jane's room listening to Nicklecreed and reading Dan Brown. Then I can use my brain to figure things out all on my own. Oh, sure, like I said, I'll likely read Foucault's Pendulum for perspective. You're a smart guy. I'm sure it's an excellent read. I just don't like the implication that simpler = stupider and complicated = better.
Oh, and, BTW, I'm a Catholic. But I tend to not think of myself as a lemming either.
I still love you and all. After the playing of The Unicorn Song last week, I'll love you until the day I die (or until you do something to make me hate you, whichever comes first

). But sometimes things bug me and I let them go and then sometimes things bug me and I decide not to. Lucky you, I was in a mood to write.
Ok, I'm done whining. Cardinals, Da Vinci Code, bible, Jesus, controversy... continue...