This is accepted as by far the worst piece of fantasy ever written in the hopes of being published.
One can only hope they the person who wrote this never reproduced.
My problem is I’ve read something worse.
Enter here, for my review of the first 53 pages of The Kingless Land by Ed Greenwood.
In a perfect world the Barns and Nobel store that sold me this book would have a kindly old Japanese man sitting next to the registers with a dull, rusty, lemon juice covered tanto who sole purpose in life is to disembowel you after purchasing this book.
Simply put, reading this is like reading the Eye of Argon, except you PAID for it, and it’s not bad in the funny way that EoA is.
Those of you familiar with Ed Greenwood know he was one of the creators of TSR owners of D&D, and satan followers all.
Here my breathern is proof that he TRUELY is the SPAWN of SATAN HIMSELF!
Fuck me this book is bad.
I’m trying to come up with words the describe the first 53 pages.
Being eye socket fucked by a rhino with a nasty urethral discharge comes close. Winning the Guinesess World Reccord for colostamy bag chugging. Having sex with Michael Jackson and telling him how pretty he looks. Using a ballpen hammer to make your testicals explode.
All of these activities seem preferable to continue reading this book.
But I have this obscene fascination for reading bad fiction.
I hate it, but I have to KNOW if it gets any worse.
Now onto my review.
Charge 1: Pathetic/Embarassing/Useless Dialoge:
Everyone talks in bizzare argonese–grammar designed to put you right into the middle ages. Neglecting the fact that nobody reading this book has any FUCKING CLUE WHAT THEY ARE SAYING.
In a council meeting: “Wherefor we are here, to speak freely. Sing out, if you will.” Must pad word count, the morgage is comming due and I’m getting paid by the word!
“I–and many who swing swords–…”
“UP! Up and run! Run, you thick-headed sword swinger!” Yes, we’re being chased, hit by bladed weapons and electrocuted all at the same time, I’m going to STOP and say ALLLLLL that. Whatever happened to RUN BITCH!
or WE"RE FUCKED!
Charge 2: Over dramatization:
Obscene use of words to attempt to evoke a reaction from the reader other than the desire to vomit out their internal organs.
“As their eyes met, it snarled and sprang down on her, claws and jaws extened to slay!” I’m still trying to figure out how you extend a jaw to slay.
“Was it ever soon enough to die?” – Yes, by page 10 you’ll want to die. But unfortunatly other than cramming this book into your airway it can’t kill you.
Charge 3: Abuse of ‘descriptive words’"
THEWS: NOBODY SHOULD EVER USE THIS WORD. Using it ONCE in a 50,000,000,000,000,000 page novel is TOO OFTEN. The systamtic annihilation of our ancestors who created this word is NOT PUNISHMENT ENOUGH for CREATING THIS WORD!
“With his last sobbing strength Craer ran into the curtains and tore at them, bring them down.” With my last sobbing burst of sanity I curse the god that created man kind. For in creating mankind he created THIS ABONIMATION OF A BOOK!
“His gasp was almost a sob, this time, and became a low, wet moaning as the procurer writhed against the wall, limbs trembling.” Nothing like a good orgasm
Charge 4: Random name changes:
Each character has a first and last name. Randomly used seperatly or together along with a role–fighter, thief, whatever–which goes by two names, the normal name and the more fluffy, bodice ripping name.
Thief — Procurer (Spanky)
Warrior–armaragor–sword swing–2 or 3 others I can’t find. (I think he’s into autoerotic circumcision)
Give people a FUCKING NAME and KEEP IT CONSISTANT!
Punishements from the charges of reader abuse:
Charge 1: Luckilly NOTHIGN happens in the dialoge that isn’t repeated later in the page not totally fucked by how the author makes people talk. So you can largely skip the dialoge and not really have any problems. Charges dismissed with reluctance.
Charge 2: Author is hereby given to his editor as the Editor’s Bitch for a period of no less than 5 years.
Charge 3: Punishable by forced copulation with a backend loader, as the reciever. Lubricant to be provided by the tobasco company.
Charge 4: Is just an example of pathetic writing. Author should have hands and word processor removed.
Basically, what’s wrong with this piece of shit book is that SO much effort andwordage is spent to embelishing the characters actions and their dialoge it becomes background. If that makes sense. All of the descriptions that should have been used telling where the characters are, and what is going on is being used on HOW they do it.
So what’s actually going on in a larger sense, like where the plot is going and what the fuck the characters are doing is lost in this obscene mass of words.