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nonathlon
Jul 9, 2004
And yet, somehow, now it's my fault ...
Despite most of his books having no ending, I enjoyed Neal Stephenson's early output: Snow Crash, The Diamond Age, etc. I even thought his technothrillers were - while not great books - decent reading.

But Cryptonomicon was where the smell started. Everyone was praising it, while I was plagued with the idea that it was much less than the sum of it's parts. And that some of the parts were very bad indeed:

* Amy Shaftoe: barely has any personality or impact on the book. Exists only to develop a strange and unexplained attraction to schlubby computer programmer.
* The heroes of this novel (in the modern day anyway) are basically looters and tax dodgers.
* Digressions upon digressions. Which are fun and amusing but piled on so much that the plot disappears.
* it's long, oh so long
* Mysterious character Enoch Root pops up, acts enigmatic and disappears again. What?


Anathem was long and dorky and silly (it largely uses the tropes of a Harry Potter story, with lots of made up words and a ninja fight scene thrown in) but was entertaining enough that I give it a pass. Reamde however: this is what I said elsewhere in the Book Barn:

quote:

Look, it's surprisingly readable page-to-page. You'll want to know what happens next. But Stephenson has basically reinvented the Robert Ludlum novel, except with a lot more digressions about MMOs.

It's super-long and needs editing badly. There's tonnes of tech-porn, details about guns and routers and cars, replete with brand names. The settings get an excruciating amount of detail, to the point where in the climax I swear that piles of rock and clumps of trees are getting loving paragraphs. There's the wildly successful MMO that everyone in the world plays from spec ops operators to money launderers to MI6 operatives. And the MMO sounds like your most power-tripping teenage session of D&D. There's an excess of badasses, to the point where I was getting them all confused. It reads like a treatment for a movie, right down to the zany asian chick, laconic Russian badass, unkillable super-terrorist.

Everyone gets paired off at the end with their love interest.

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The Vosgian Beast
Aug 13, 2011

Business is slow

outlier posted:

Despite most of his books having no ending, I enjoyed Neal Stephenson's early output: Snow Crash, The Diamond Age, etc. I even thought his technothrillers were - while not great books - decent reading.

But Cryptonomicon was where the smell started. Everyone was praising it, while I was plagued with the idea that it was much less than the sum of it's parts. And that some of the parts were very bad indeed:

* Amy Shaftoe: barely has any personality or impact on the book. Exists only to develop a strange and unexplained attraction to schlubby computer programmer.
* The heroes of this novel (in the modern day anyway) are basically looters and tax dodgers.
* Digressions upon digressions. Which are fun and amusing but piled on so much that the plot disappears.
* it's long, oh so long
* Mysterious character Enoch Root pops up, acts enigmatic and disappears again. What?


Anathem was long and dorky and silly (it largely uses the tropes of a Harry Potter story, with lots of made up words and a ninja fight scene thrown in) but was entertaining enough that I give it a pass. Reamde however: this is what I said elsewhere in the Book Barn:

I finished the whole of Cryptonomicon, but in retrospect, the scene where Stephenson has his stand-in totally pwn a stupid postmodern hipster who doesn't even science was a really bad sign.

loquacius
Oct 21, 2008

I'm that guy still reading Stephenson books, it's me

I'm enjoying Seveneves, but that says more about me than Stephenson's writing prowess. He's still spending multiple pages describing the exact workings of sci-fi machinery (the worst culprit was when he spent like ten pages describing how these plastic bubbles allowing people to live in space outside of a spaceship for a few weeks work and all I could do was skip ahead until he stopped because holy poo poo I don't care it is a plastic bubble) but I'm a sucker for worldbuilding and that's basically all the second half of Seveneves is. (it dragged p badly in the second quarter though)

Also he's still horrible at writing romance subplots (it's telling that the best one he ever wrote was the one in Anathem which wasn't even good) and he still seems to have a fetish for laconic Russian badasses

nonathlon
Jul 9, 2004
And yet, somehow, now it's my fault ...
While I'm dissing SF giants: William Gibson.

Or, to be more specific, some of Gibson's books. I think even fans (and I'm one) will admit that he writes for effect and colour and that there's often a lot of nonsense rolling around in his books. The question is, does the nonsense distract you?

Cue, the Blue Ant Trilogy:

* Pattern Recognition: a cool hunter tries to track down the creator of a series of mysterious videos, her super-rich boss makes lots of portentous statement. Probably doesn't bear examination, but reads fairly well with lots of nice observations of people and places.

* Spook Country: a cavalcade of diverse characters try to hunt down a mysterious shipping crate. Some of them don't even know what's in the crate but assume it must be valuable. Surprise - it's a million dollars. Arguably less than has been spent chasing the drat thing. Passable if irritating.

* Zero History: an ex-rock star who is strangely like previous leads is sent by super-rich boss to hunt down a mysterious ... set of jeans. Seriously, WTF? And Gibson apparently got friends to send him descriptions of places in London, which explains why it seems to be set in some strange parallel not-quite London, complete with multiple "stared at their reflection in the burnished surface of the elevator".

darkwasthenight
Jan 7, 2011

GENE TRAITOR
I was hoping to do a writeup about this thriller which I found in a charity sale a few months ago and never got round to reading. Unfortunately it's proved too boring even for comedy as it's mostly just long screeds of missionary material. Excellent blurb caught my eye:



It is terrible though! Apparently Israelis are all just waiting for a good Hebrew Christian to come and convert them to the real Jewish faith. I'll limit myself to pointing out that it starts with them killing a 12 year old Palestinian with a grenade and ends with a Hebrew Christian missionary kidnapping a character in her hotel room on the night of her wedding and refusing to let her out until she converts to Christ; both events presented totally uncritically of course. Apart from the first section it's remarkably even-handed towards Arabs and Palestinians, as long as they are vocal in their approval of Israel.

Zola Levitt's other books include 'The Coming Russian Invasion' which sounds a lot more fun, but I'm not going out of my way to track that one down.

Carthag Tuek
Oct 15, 2005

Tider skal komme,
tider skal henrulle,
slægt skal følge slægters gang



outlier posted:

While I'm dissing SF giants: William Gibson.

Or, to be more specific, some of Gibson's books. I think even fans (and I'm one) will admit that he writes for effect and colour and that there's often a lot of nonsense rolling around in his books. The question is, does the nonsense distract you?

Cue, the Blue Ant Trilogy:

* Pattern Recognition: a cool hunter tries to track down the creator of a series of mysterious videos, her super-rich boss makes lots of portentous statement. Probably doesn't bear examination, but reads fairly well with lots of nice observations of people and places.

* Spook Country: a cavalcade of diverse characters try to hunt down a mysterious shipping crate. Some of them don't even know what's in the crate but assume it must be valuable. Surprise - it's a million dollars. Arguably less than has been spent chasing the drat thing. Passable if irritating.

* Zero History: an ex-rock star who is strangely like previous leads is sent by super-rich boss to hunt down a mysterious ... set of jeans. Seriously, WTF? And Gibson apparently got friends to send him descriptions of places in London, which explains why it seems to be set in some strange parallel not-quite London, complete with multiple "stared at their reflection in the burnished surface of the elevator".

Re the last point, Pattern Recognition goes into the "mirror world" feel when travelling, where everything is not quite the same as your home country. Outlets are different, street signs use different fonts, etc. So it's porbably on purpose.

Powerful Two-Hander
Mar 10, 2004

Mods please change my name to "Tooter Skeleton" TIA.


outlier posted:

While I'm dissing SF giants: William Gibson.

Or, to be more specific, some of Gibson's books. I think even fans (and I'm one) will admit that he writes for effect and colour and that there's often a lot of nonsense rolling around in his books. The question is, does the nonsense distract you?

Cue, the Blue Ant Trilogy:



* Spook Country: a cavalcade of diverse characters try to hunt down a mysterious shipping crate. Some of them don't even know what's in the crate but assume it must be valuable. Surprise - it's a million dollars. Arguably less than has been spent chasing the drat thing. Passable if irritating.


They weren't trying to get the money which was a billion I think, maybe more they were just trying to prevent it from being used to fund black ops because it was untraceable until they made it radioactive.

RE: Stephenson, I read the entire baroque cycle and the thing that baffles me the most is how I had the time.

Then again I'm rereading Red Mars which I think I read when I was 12 and I'm amazed I had the patience back then so maybe I'm just losing my attention span.

Vincent Van Goatse
Nov 8, 2006

Enjoy every sandwich.

Smellrose

Gabriel Pope posted:

This actually sounds pretty awesome, I want to spend a vacation standing around destroying yuppie marriages by proximity.

You and me both.

Fleta Mcgurn
Oct 5, 2003

Porpoise noise continues.
I think I'll buy this.

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Poor Miserable Gurgi
Dec 29, 2006

He's a wisecracker!

bringmyfishback posted:

I think I'll buy this.



This thread is for terrible books, not works of art.

The Saddest Rhino
Apr 29, 2009

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chuck tingle books are okay, and not terrible

Tiberius Thyben
Feb 7, 2013

Gone Phishing


bringmyfishback posted:

I think I'll buy this.



Uhh, be careful you don't end up living out:

Fleta Mcgurn
Oct 5, 2003

Porpoise noise continues.

Tiberius Thyben posted:

Uhh, be careful you don't end up living out:



My boss is giving me quite a look for laughing so hard in the office. Thank you. God bless you, Chuck Tingle.

SurreptitiousMuffin
Mar 21, 2010
We need to go deeper


SurreptitiousMuffin has a new favorite as of 10:22 on Nov 12, 2015

SurreptitiousMuffin
Mar 21, 2010
Chuck Tingle is a wonderful genius who has no place in this thread, but after bringing up Piers Anthony I feel like we need some more levity in the thread. Have some Best of Chuck Tingle.






Sleeveless
Dec 25, 2014

by Pragmatica
People like Chuck Tingle and the rear end Goblins of Auschwitz guy are just as bad as the Pride and Prejudice and Zombies guy. Calling them authors and the things they create books is giving them way too much credit.

loquacius
Oct 21, 2008

Powerful Two-Hander posted:

RE: Stephenson, I read the entire baroque cycle and the thing that baffles me the most is how I had the time.

When I was reading these books in college my dad asked me what they were about and I could not answer that question for the life of me

The Saddest Rhino
Apr 29, 2009

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Sleeveless posted:

Calling them authors and the things they create books is giving them way too much credit.

people who write books you dislike can still be authors

these people on tumblr aren't: http://www.portlandmercury.com/BlogtownPDX/archives/2013/12/24/writer-says-you-have-to-write-to-be-a-writer-tumblr-gets-upset

loquacius
Oct 21, 2008


Are those the same people on Tumblr who got really mad when a professional author said that writers should read books?

The Saddest Rhino
Apr 29, 2009

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Probably

nonathlon
Jul 9, 2004
And yet, somehow, now it's my fault ...

quote:

So how about you fling open the stupid gates of your dumb categorizations of people and let writers be people who write as little or as much as they want to or are able, so long as it makes them whole and happy.

Including those who write nothing.

Tumblr: the very incarnation of Poe's Law.

loquacius
Oct 21, 2008

This means that when I tell people at parties I'm an astronaut I'm not technically lying

Somfin
Oct 25, 2010

In my🦚 experience🛠️ the big things🌑 don't teach you anything🤷‍♀️.

Nap Ghost

loquacius posted:

This means that when I tell people at parties I'm an astronaut I'm not technically lying

Wow, guess I really was a doctor. I gotta call her back...

Hemingway To Go!
Nov 10, 2008

im stupider then dog shit, i dont give a shit, and i dont give a fuck, and i will never shut the fuck up, and i'll always Respect my enemys.
- ernest hemingway
E: WRONG THREAD

Hemingway To Go! has a new favorite as of 23:09 on Nov 12, 2015

Toast Museum
Dec 3, 2005

30% Iron Chef
Timely Chuck Tingle



quote:

Former preacher turned viral video sensation, Jabua Fogstein, lives for the holidays; the sights, the smells, and especially the tastes. In fact, he’s so excited to trying out his favorite coffee, Starbutts Christmas blend, that he camps out overnight for the introduction of their brand new red holiday cups.

But when Jabua receives his coffee, he finds himself in a waking nightmare, discovering that the cups have been redesigned in sleek plain red, without a trace of Christmas imagery.

The shock causes Jabua to suffer a major heart attack and lands him in the hospital, but he’s about to receive some visitors what will open both his heart, and his butt. Soon enough, Jabua finds himself at the center of a hardcore gangbang with these handsome gay cups, and learns a little something about holiday spirit!

This erotic tale is 4,700 words of sizzling human on gay holiday cup action, including anal, double anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies, gangbangs, bukkake, and beverage container love.

Fleta Mcgurn
Oct 5, 2003

Porpoise noise continues.
I love you all so much, and all of your butts, but let's not turn this into a derail about what's a real book and what isn't, or what makes something terrible or not.

Also am really an astronaut irl spaceposting

The Saddest Rhino
Apr 29, 2009

Put it all together.
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plsd to meet u, im a rhino

Tiberius Thyben
Feb 7, 2013

Gone Phishing


im gay

Scandalous Wench
Aug 9, 2010

by Lowtax
I'm a scandalous wench.

Big Mad Drongo
Nov 10, 2006

I'm an enormous dumbass, an obscure side character from a popular fantasy series and a particularly large and ornery specimen of a small bird.

I got every angle covered at parties.

GOTTA STAY FAI
Mar 24, 2005

~no glitter in the gutter~
~no twilight galaxy~
College Slice

Toast Museum posted:

Timely Chuck Tingle



1_chuck_red_cups.avi

Henchman of Santa
Aug 21, 2010
As a native of the Detroit area I grew up with Mitch Albom's newspaper columns, which are almost universally terrible. These days I still read them on my phone every Sunday just to laugh at him and then be sad that he makes a ton of money and wins awards cranking out schmaltzy, pointless garbage. I have never read any of his books (Tuesdays With Morrie, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, etc.), but his new one just came out and from the excerpt it looks like it's gonna be a doozy.

quote:

I have come to claim my prize.

He is there, inside the coffin. In truth, he is mine already. But a good musician holds respectfully until the final notes are played.

This man’s melody is finished, but his mourners have come a great distance to add a few stanzas. A coda, of sorts.

Let us listen. Heaven can wait.

Do I frighten you? I shouldn’t. I am not death. A grim reaper in a hood, reeking of decay? As your young people say — please.

Nor am I the Great Judge whom you all fear at the end. Who am I to judge a life? I have been with the bad and the good. I hold no verdict on the wrongs this man committed. Nor do I measure his virtues.

I do know a great deal about him: the spells he wove with his guitar, the crowds he enthralled with that deep, breathy voice.

The lives he changed with his six blue strings.

I could share all this. Or I could rest.

I always make time to rest.

Do you think me coy? I am at times. I am also sweet and calming and dissonant and angry and difficult and simple, as soothing as poured sand, as piercing as a pinprick.

I am Music. And I am here for the soul of Frankie Presto. Not all of it. Just the rather large part he took from me when he came into this world. However well used, I am a loan, not a possession. You give me back upon departure.

I will gather up Frankie’s talent to spread on newborn souls. And I will do the same with yours one day. There is a reason you glance up when you first hear a melody, or tap your foot to the sound of a drum.

All humans are musical.

Why else would the Lord give you a beating heart?

quote:

It happened here, in Villareal, Spain, a city near the sea that was founded by a king more than seven centuries ago. I prefer to begin everything with a time signature, so let us set this as August 1936, in an erratic 6/5 tempo, for it was a bloody period in the country’s history. A civil war. Something whispered as El Terror Rojo — the Red Terror — was coming to these streets and, more specifically, to this church. Most of the priests and nuns had already fled to the countryside.

I recall that evening well. (Yes, I have memory. No limbs, but endless memory.) There was thunder in the skies and rain pounding on the pavement. A young expectant mother hurried in to pray for the child she carried. Her name was Carmencita. She was thinly framed with high cheekbones and thick, wavy hair the color of dark grapes. She lit two candles, made the sign of the cross, put her hands on her swollen belly, then doubled over in pain. Her labor had begun.

She cried out. A young nun, with hazel eyes and a small gap between her teeth, rushed to lift her up. “Tranquila,” she said, cupping Carmencita’s face. But before the women could make for the hospital, the front doors were smashed in.

The raiders had arrived.

They were revolutionaries and militiamen, angry at the new government. They had come to destroy the church, as they had been doing all over Spain. Statues and altars were desecrated, sanctuaries burned to a char, priests and nuns murdered in their own sacred spaces.

You would think when such horror occurs, new life would hold in frozen shock. It does not. Neither joy nor terror will delay a birth. The future Frankie Presto had no knowledge of the war outside his mother’s womb. He was ready for his entrance.

And so was I.

The young nun hurried Carmencita to a hidden chamber, up secret steps built centuries earlier. As the raiders destroyed the church below, she laid Frankie’s mother on a gray blanket in a corner lit by candles. Both women were breathing quickly, creating a rhythm, in and out.

“Tranquila, tranquila,” the nun kept whispering.

The rain rapped the roof like mallets. The thunder was a tympani drum. Downstairs the raiders set fire to the refectory and the flames crackled like a hundred castanets. Those few who had not fled the church were screaming, high, pleading shrieks, met by lower barking orders of those committing the atrocities. The low and high voices, the crackling fire, whipping wind, drumming rain and crashing thunder created an angry symphony, swirling to a crescendo, and just as the invaders threw open the tomb of Saint Pascual, ready to desecrate his bones, the bells above the basilica began to chime, causing all to look up.

At that precise moment, Frankie Presto was born. His tiny hands clenched.

And he took his piece of me.

This is a 512-page novel. I've never hate-read a book before but I might have to now.

Free Market Mambo
Jul 26, 2010

by Lowtax
Someone bringing up The Alchemist as inspirational is a cool and efficient way to know to disregard whatever comes out of their mouth.

JollityFarm
Dec 29, 2011
Eighteen pages and no mention of Twisted? The most breathlessly, gloriously, sincerely enthusiastic werewolf-vampire-roller coaster love story you'll ever read?

Unlike other 'weird book' authors (Carlton Mellick III, Chuck Tingle), Leek is invested in her subject matter, and it makes all the difference in the world. Leek's passion elevates the work. She loving loves anthro roller coasters. She wants you to love anthro roller coasters. Leek is the opposite of ironic. The writing is, as one of my friends put it, "a mix of sentences you've read in every young adult book, ever, and sentences you will never read anywhere else, ever." Leek also illustrated Twisted, and she's quite artistically competent (especially considering she made the book, as she says in her author's bio, "at the tender age of 17"). But no amount of artistry can make anthro roller coasters look not-goofy. In one character-defining scene, the protagonist clarifies that he is not a mere mortal roller coaster, "built to scare and thrill," rather, he is "built for combat and sorcery." At another point the werecoasterpire locks himself in a cake factory (as a roller coaster) and, in a fit of pique, eats all the cakes.

I'll save you a summary of the romantic drama (go look it up yourself, it's worth the effort). However, I will say that the line "Our love is... forbidden! [...] A roller coaster cannot be in love with a human!" is wailed in the throes of crisis.

During the final fight with the main bad guy ('Ironwheel,' the evil roller coaster ruler of an alternate dimension called 'Amusement Park Between' ), werecoasterpire gives a badass speech before administering the final blows:

quote:

“You know, when I first transformed into the creature that I am, I found out that I could smell fear. Ironwheel, you seem to have a great deal of it lingering from you.” I said calmly. “This is kind of like a student being punished by the principal. However it is not principal with the "pal” it should be the one spelled p-r-i-n-c-p-l-e. So, it is where the “student” is being punished by the principle of justice.

Twisted is a magical intersection of niche interests, teen writing, and imagination. It's a national treasure.


My other favorite 'terrible' book isn't a book so much as it is a whole series of books. Any prose published for White Wolf/Onyx Path's Vampire: the Masquerade franchise, especially between 1995 and 2001, is bound to be a grimdark edgy delight. The best example is probably Eternal Hearts, by Lucy Taylor. It's White Wolf-sanctioned erotica, starring NPCs from the metaplot. A character opens a locked door using his genital piercing and frankly that tells you all you need to know about the tone of the book.

JollityFarm has a new favorite as of 02:38 on Nov 14, 2015

Zamboni Rodeo
Jul 19, 2007

NEVER play "Lady of Spain" AGAIN!




JollityFarm posted:

Eighteen pages and no mention of Twisted? The most breathlessly, gloriously, sincerely enthusiastic werewolf-vampire-roller coaster love story you'll ever read?

Guess what!

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3535471

If you haven't read that thread, I highly suggest you do.

mycot
Oct 23, 2014

"It's okay. There are other Terminators! Just give us this one!"
Hell Gem

JollityFarm posted:

Eighteen pages and no mention of Twisted? The most breathlessly, gloriously, sincerely enthusiastic werewolf-vampire-roller coaster love story you'll ever read?

Unlike other 'weird book' authors (Carlton Mellick III, Chuck Tingle), Leek is invested in her subject matter, and it makes all the difference in the world. Leek's passion elevates the work.

Yeah, things always lose some of the marvel when the author seems too in on the joke. Twisted is one of those rare things that's 100% straight-faced so it turns into something transcendent.

I'm always forgetting the name though. What does "Twisted" have to do with anything?

Sham bam bamina!
Nov 6, 2012

ƨtupid cat

JollityFarm posted:

Eighteen pages and no mention of Twisted?
Someone already mentioned it, but your post is better anyway for introducing me to the in-hindsight-obvious idea of

JollityFarm posted:

White Wolf-sanctioned erotica
:allears:

edit:

mycot posted:

I'm always forgetting the name though. What does "Twisted" have to do with anything?
Roller coasters twist and turn all over the place, and the protagonist is a twisted goddamn psycho.

Carthag Tuek
Oct 15, 2005

Tider skal komme,
tider skal henrulle,
slægt skal følge slægters gang



Sham bam bamina! posted:

Roller coasters twist and turn all over the place, and the protagonist is a twisted goddamn psycho.

                          /

Rabbit Hill
Mar 11, 2009

God knows what lives in me in place of me.
Grimey Drawer
...This is reminding of that woman who is in love with the Berlin Wall.

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mycot
Oct 23, 2014

"It's okay. There are other Terminators! Just give us this one!"
Hell Gem

Rabbit Hill posted:

...This is reminding of that woman who is in love with the Berlin Wall.

I think you might be subconsciously mixing up that story with the woman who married a roller coaster. I know I am.

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