Jim O'Leary

Waverly Star

By Jim O'Leary

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August 23, 2004

Best smellers

Every Sunday, the paper publishes the top 10 best sellers according to the New York Times.

Sadly enough, a very stupid and anti-Catholic novel has been in the top 10 for several months now in this dumb country. The novel is called "The Da Vinci Code."

Since I despised it at first sight, imagine my delight in seeing Dave Barry's take on it. I owe him for my inspiration. Here is Dave Barry's analysis of "The Da Vinci Code"

Mother on beach: "Help! My child is being attacked by a shark!"

Lifeguard: (looking up from "The Da Vinci Code.") "Not now! I just got to page 243, where it turns out that one of the men depicted in ‘The Last Supper' is actually a woman!"

Dave Barry says, "The key to ‘The Da Vinci Code' is that it's filled with startling plot twists, and almost every chapter ends with a "cliffhanger" so you have to keep reading to see what will happen next.

Using this formula, here's how my novel goes. I, too, will write a blockbuster in the style of "The Da Vinci Code."

Chapter one - My hero, Hugh Heckman, has discovered some secret papers: "My God! This is incredible! Soon, I shall say what it is."

Chapter two: "What is it?" said a woman Heckman had never seen before, who happened to be standing next to him. She was extremely beautiful, but wore glasses as a sign of intelligence.

"My name is Desiree Legume," she said. Heckman felt he could trust her.

"Look at this," he said, pointing to the papers.

"My God, that's incredible," said Desiree. "It's going to be very surprising when we finally reveal what we are talking about."

Chapter three: "Yes," said Hugh, "incredible as it seems, there are extra words written in the margin and nobody ever noticed them until now! They appear to be in some kind of code!"

"Let me look," said Desiree. "In addition to being gorgeous, I am a trained codebreaker. O my God!"

"What is it?" asked Hugh in an excited yet, concerned tone of voice.

"The message," said Desiree, "is . . ."

But just then the chapter ended.

Chapter four: "It's a fiendishly clever code," explained Desiree. "As you can see, the words say ‘White House White House Bo Bite House, Banana Fana Fo Fite House, Fe Fi Mo Mite House, White House.'"

"Yes," said Hugh, frowning in bafflement, "But what can it possibly mean?"

"If I am correct," said Desiree, "it is referring to . . . the White House!"

"My God!" said Hugh. "That's where the president lives! Do you think . . ."

"Do I think what?" said Desiree.

"I don't know," said Hugh. "But we're about to find out."

Chapter five: Hugh and Desiree crouched in some bushes next to the Oval Office.

"We'd better hurry up and solve this mystery," remarked Desiree anxiously. "It's only a matter of time before somebody notices that the Constitution is missing." She had slipped it into her purse at the National Archives while the guard wasn't looking.

"The answer must be here somewhere," said Hugh, studying the ancient document, which was brown from age, and the fact he had spilled some Diet Peach Snapple on it.

"Wait a minute!" he said. "I've got it."

"What?" said Desiree, her breasts heaving into view.

"The answer!" said Hugh. "It's . . ."

But just then shots rang out.

Chapter six: "That was close!" remarked Desiree. "Fortunately, those shots had nothing to do with the plot of this book."

"Yes," said Hugh. "Anyway, as I was saying, the answer is to hold the Constitution up so that it is aligned with the White House and the Washington Monument . . . There, do you see what I mean?"

"My God!" said Desiree, seeing what he meant. "It's . . . "

"Hold it right there," said the President of the United States.

Chapter seven: ". . . and so you see," concluded the President, "you two uncovered a shocking and fascinating secret that, if it should ever get out, could change the course of history."

"Mr. President," said Desiree, "thank you for that riveting and satisfying explanation, which will be fleshed out in much greater detail once there is a publishing contract.

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