Madcosby posted:

Holy poo poo.

Ready Player One may be the worst novel ever published. It's written by a goon or probably that kid who shot up everyone because he was a virgin.

It's about a post-apocalyptic future where Facebook, Amazon World of Warcraft and the Oculus Rift have merged into one big internet. Everyone is online, and you can shop, go up levels grinding boars, equip plasma rifles, vote in elections and play MAME cabinet games. The creator adds an easter egg, and whoever finds this easter egg gets control of the company, a la Willy Wonka. Note, that the company is public, which the author mentions to explain how successful they are because of their stock price, yet control of the company can be obtained by playing the game. Ya, that stock must be soaring.

The author is a video game and 80s film sperglord who thinks reciting lines from Monty Python's Holy Grail is the epitome of hilarity. The story is constantly interrupted by the author's terribly tumblr-inspired opinions on religion, social conditioning, and equality. Descriptions of characters read like medical autopsy reports. He informs us that the female protagonist is 168 pounds. A big shocker in the story is that someone who we think is a male character turns out to be a big black african american woman. I'm pretty sure that's the actual quote from the book.

The vitriol towards religion is pointlessly added and interrupts the story unneccesarily. The easter egg hunters know the creator loved the Indiana Jones movies, yet when one clue towards the treasure also includes three words that appear in a verse from the Bible, they instantly dismiss the Bible reference because "[The Creator] was an athiest, anyone looking for help in the Bible is a MORON".

The author constantly goes into non-sequitors that constantly contradict the story. He mentions that the US government in the future is obsolete, but later points out that he voted for Will Wheaton for US Senate. Also the end of the book has the evil CEO villain arrested by the Feds, about ten pages after the author mentions that the FBI is "organizing deck chairs on the Titanic"

This may be the shittiest book ever written. It's like The Room, but for movies.

Now admit you wrote it