-- Stephen Bent
Inspired by the many articles of Douglass Hofstadter, this ambitious book falls
short of the vision but is nonetheless an entertaining read. Initiated and
edited by the creator of the Metacorder, this bit of meta bookmaking should be
expected from such a playful writer. In this case, he delivers, although the
use of the internet and the acceptance of amature reviews leaves something to
The reviews are a muddled lot, organized not by anything more meaningful than
the names of the authors and ranging from the overly professional to the down
right mean, so we are faced with both the pretentious and the crass parading in
a sort of marching band of literature. Contributions come from friends and
strangers of the author alike, but the scope is small enough to make it an
evenings read. Why you would sit down and read it remains a mystery, as no
trace of plot can be found in the pages of this opus, but surely there must be
some people out there who enjoy that sort of thing.
The author himself is one of those, although he goes by the dubious
pseudonym "Rozencrantz the Sane," and he cites as inspiration names as abscure
as Georges Perec, Raymond Queneau and other members of the Workshop of
Potential Literature. Traces of this influence are found even in a project over
which he had little controll, since that very lack of control drove the entire
effort. The result is an interesting piece, but once the whole has been made
the individual parts quickly lose their importance.
***1/2, suitable for general audiences. May bore most readers.
-- Tristan Parker
This book wasn't even useful as impromptu toilet paper. It smeared too
Reviews of This Book is a supercilious tirade centered around a
sordid concept. It is a pathetic attempt at post-post-Dada-ism by its
very nature. The editor should be taken into a field and shot.
-- Brandon Eng