I doubt it very much.

I just think both Da Vinci and the Crichton you refer to also are simply extraordinarily badly written and because of this, and other reasons some of which you refer to, are cannot enrapture one.

I actually cannot get beyond the first couple of chapters of Brown’s book (which I attempted because people recommended to me) because the writing literally repels me.

I ploughed through Crichton because I found it interesting to consider the view he was presenting, but again the writing is a thesis presented in the rags of a story. Mebbe he should start writing honest op-ed pieces?

I’d be giving your imagination a chance at something really good before declaring it moribund.

Mind you, I also seldom recapture that wonderful raptness and joy that books used to give me….but I have a few times lately….but not in the old way. Good to hear you have refound it to some extent.