We spend a lot of time reading books. Some of them, maybe a disproportionate number, we like. Others, not so much.
Disproportionate because, at least for me, it’s difficult to get through 500 pages of something I dislike.
This is one of those occasions where you are encouraged to be constructive in your criticism. Hopefully, with some wit.
Leave a review for a book you didn’t like and tell us what to read instead.
In its time, circa 2012‐2013, I enjoyed the book. It was a relief from other things I was reading at the time, the world as it was then. A guilty pleasure.
Now, it does strike as trite, consumer-centred, fan-serving, intertextuality. I may have only thought of the branding and YA-crowd focus at the time. But, then again, I had just finished the Hunger Games the year before. I was primed for it then.
The escapist, pseudo-dystopia that is Ready Player One hits different when you’re living inside of a naked escapist pseudo-dystopia in real life. The journey as a pop-culture “gunter” navigating 80s video games and movies is, essentially, a contemporary subculture. The reward now is a YouTube following, not a multi-billion dollar corporate empire. Even the end prize seems small today.
$240B? Pfft. That’s not a world-dominating tech company. That doesnt even crack the top 100 today.
I think part of it is the presentation though. People in the real world doing deep dives into the esoterica of their favourite topic often do it because they love it, not because of some prize dangled or to escape the dystopia of real life.
If Ready Player One had just wandered through those things and let you spend time with them and see why they’re great it might have had more of that escapist feel to me.