Ready Player One
Ernest Cline
2011

Do you ever find yourself wanting a book to take longer to read, because you just want it to keep going and going? Would you neglect your children (if you had any) in order to finish the chapter you’re on, and then read “just a little” into the next chapter, hoping they won’t notice? Do you find yourself thinking of who else needs copies of this book, and how you can afford to buy each and every one of them their own personal copy?

Yep. It’s one of those.

Ready Player One is the nerdiest 80s nerd book I’ve ever read. In the first chapter, there’s about a dozen offhand references to things I loved that originated in the 80s, starting with The Breakfast Club and Heathers. At some point, one character says to another “We can dance if we want to. We can leave your friends behind.” There are puzzles to solve that involve being obsessively knowledgeable about things like Quest For the Holy Grail or WarGames.

The whole thing reads like one giant text adventure. There’s crazy Blade Runner technology. There’s a terrible future and a beautiful virtual reality. There’s a quite touching romance, and a tournament that everyone in the world wants to win. A ragtag group of mavericks fighting an evil cabal who wants to destroy the purity of their world.

It’s just a whole damn lot of fun. Stop reading this post and go find it at your local library. Or buy it. It’s definitely a book worth buying. I’m probably going to buy a copy for myself.

 

In September I saw Pearl Jam three times. Twice in Toronto, and once in Hamilton. And my birthday was that week too. I went with the one and only Lemmers, who came down to the big city for the week. The first night, Neil Young came out on stage to play Keep on Rockin in the Free World for about an hour, which was awesome and wonderful and lovely. I also got super sick in between the second and third shows. I couldn’t talk at all, and I’m pretty sure I was fevery for the third show (I almost passed out at one point before the concert started) but I powered through, and I’m so glad I did, because Pearl Jam is lovely and wonderful and lovely.

All three concerts were significantly different. I believe they only played one of their songs at all three concerts (Lucky Man). The first night was very much a radio hits singalong night. The second night they played a lot of B-sides and rare songs, and the third night was a mix of the two. I finally heard them play Light Years, which has been a favourite of mine for a long, long time. We had great seats every night, and in Hamilton we had floor seats right at the front of the second block of seats, which meant we had tonnes of room and could see really well.

I forgot how much incredible music Pearl Jam’s made. I don’t tend to listen to a lot of straight-out rock any more because I’m old, have no street cred, and new music is so bad with the exception of Wilco. In the weeks since the concert, I’ve sifted through all of their albums again. There’s so much depth and so much musicality. With the 20th anniversary of Nirvana’s Nevermind, I also sifted through all my Foo Fighters (I’m not actually a Nirvana fan), and they’re also wonderful.

I feel so old that I’m all like, “Remember when music was good?” and all that. I felt old when I just wanted the opening act to be quieter but they were just so loud and uninteresting.

 

To the writers of Downton Abbey,

First of all, LOVE your work. Downton Abbey is SO GOOD. I love it. I love that you always give Maggie Smith awesome things to say, and that your costumers have decided that she should look a bit like a bird. I love how mean everyone is to each other, especially O’Brien and Thomas, and I love how you make sure that Mary always messes everything up. The show is so pretty, and the first season was wonderful. I love that you picked that lady who played the British Prime Minister in Doctor Who to play against Maggie Smith. The sets are so beautiful, and I’m glad that the first episode of this newest season has lived up to what you did in the first season.

But.

If you do anything to mess up the relationship between Mr. Bates and Anna, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you.

That being said, how awesomely evil is Vera Bates?

And I know we’re in WWI now, but please, please, please don’t kill off anyone. Please. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle that. Anyways, the first episode of season 2? So good. Keep up the good work.

Yours truly,
Shannon

 

It was hot on Monday, and a holiday, so Alan and I went off to our local cinema for some air conditioning. The cinema was nice enough to rent us some seats, and provided some entertainment while they cooled us off. The title of this entertainment was a film called “Cowboys And Aliens”, a recent cinematic venture about an alien race trying to mine gold, and the local people who didn’t appreciate their newfangled technologies and way of life.

The star of this film is one “Daniel Craig”, an Englishman trying to look and sound like an American westerner. He doesn’t look like a cowboy, but everyone pretends that he does. He randomly wakes up in a field, with a Futurama-style magic wrist thingy he doesn’t know how to operate and amnesia. Our English-American Amnesiac Cowboy manages to find a local town, full of old-timey people and one Douchey Entitled Son who enjoys shooting his gun. It is while in this town, that we learn our English-American Amnesiac Cowboy is actually an English-American Amnesiac Fugitive Cowboy, Jake Somethingororther. He is arrested and put in jail, along with Douchey Entitled Son.

This is when the newcomers arrive, borrowing a few of the locals in order to learn the ways of the American West. We learn that our English-American Amnesiac Fugitive Cowboy’s wrist thingy has powerful LED lights, that work via inductive technology, and that the newcomers have the charge station somewhere on their flying insect mobiles. Our English-American Amnesiac Fugitive Cowboy, apparently a Luddite, is scared, and clenches his fist, firing his magic wrist thingy and destroying the flying insect mobile. The charge is spent, and his magic wrist thingy is once again just an annoying bracelet.

The town’s remaining residents decide that they do not like the newcomers borrowing their friends and relatives and form a posse, of which one “Harrison Ford”, an American Hero of Awesomeness is the leader. Our American Hero of Awesomeness has a score to settle, as the newcomers have borrowed the Douchey Entitled Son, making the town safer for all. Our American Hero Father of Awesomeness has to team up with Our English-American Amnesiac Fugitive Luddite Cowboy to shut down the charge base for his magic wrist thing once and for all, making the world safe for Douchey Entitled Sons everywhere.

And then there’s this woman who never emotes, and doesn’t seem attractive, but must have mind-control powers, as everyone falls in love with her for no apparent reason. Also, she’s an alien. But a different alien than the other aliens.

Anyways, in the end, the locals team up with the remainders of the original locals to fight off the new invaders who are after their gold. They blow up the charge base, which makes it rain gold. Nobody gets injured by raining gold nuggets, and the town prospers, all by keeping the foreigners at bay. The Douchey Entitled Son and the other townsfolk are saved before the charge base is blown up, and they all have amnesia. Nobody tries to cure the Douchey Entitled Son. Instead, they convince him that he is an Upright Gentleman Citizen. Everyone forgives the English-American Amnesiac Fugitive Luddite Cowboy for his crimes, and he becomes an English-American Amnesiac Non-Fugitive Luddite Cowboy. An uneasy friendship has blossomed between our American Hero Father of Awesomeness and our English-American Amnesiac Non-Fugitive Luddite Cowboy.

The end. I miss The Adventures of Brisco County Junior.

 

This comment spam was submitted for my post on The City & The City. It’s oddly beautiful and slightly appropriate, given the content of the book.

A book that is not really a book might be more of a book than many others. This book here is really not a book it is a box of sheets and a leaflet. One could argue that is the stuff for discussion and aftermath of the book as it is still the authors take on the subject and it probably is but the book does not offer any format for this.

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