John Dies at the End (3 book series). Kindle Edition. From Book 1: David Wong has updated the Lovecraft tradition and infused it with humor that rather than. Jason Pargin aka David Wong, Author of John Dies at the End. What The Hell Did I Just Read. The latest book written by David Wong. John Dies at the End by David Wong. John Dies at the End book cover. site. musicmarkup.info logo musicmarkup.info logo. Rating / Abnormal, crazy and utterly weird.
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John Dies at the End book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. STOP. You should not have touched this flyer with your bare. John Dies at the End is a comic horror novel written by David Wong that was first published The book was followed by a sequel, This Book Is Full of Spiders, in and What The Hell Did I Just Read in A film adaptation by Don. NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE. STOP. You should not have touched this book with your bare hands. NO, don't put it down. It's too late. They're watching you.
On the street they call it Soy Sauce, it is a drug that promises an out-of-body experience with each hit, and lets users drift across time and dimensions. But some who come back are no longer human. Suddenly, a silent otherworldly invasion is underway, and mankind needs a hero. What it gets instead is John and David, a pair of college dropouts who can barely hold down jobs. Can these two stop the oncoming horror in time to save humanity?
I kind of like Wong's writing, it reminds me of Ben Croshaw yes, I've read the first two books he wrote and I'm pretty sure that if there's a connection, Croshaw was influenced by Wong's writing, not the other way around but with a clearer vision and the jokes supporting the narrative instead of the other way round.
There's a lot of actually chilling, thought-provoking stuff in this book and most of the quick asides that penetrate narrator David's mind from time to time do ring true.
Wong goes into a bit of Chuck Palahniuk-territory there, interposing the plot with the occasional digression that doesn't further the story in any meaningful way but helps fleshing out the characters and for the most part is pretty interesting in itself. It never reaches the depth or elegance of Palahniuk who can bombard you with interesting facts without you noticing a shift in the narrative structure, but it works.
There's also a lot of jokes. Some fall flat, sure, but the frequency of the ones that stick the landing is admirable. I wasn't incredibly wowed by the book but that's mostly because I watched the film prior to reading it and was therefore prepared for the most insane stuff that happens even though the book has a few interesting revelations itself but it's nevertheless a good read.
Snappy dialogue helps overcome the rather meandering narrative and when things come together in the end, they come together in a really satisfying way. It stays pretty faithful to the book while changing just enough to adhere to the limitations of its medium. See, the book is only around pages long, but it is actually comprised of three intertwining stories, which would be a bit problematic for a single movie.
So director and screenwriter Don Coscarelli of Phantasm- and Bubba Ho-Tep-fame circumvents this problem by picking up the main-beats of all three stories and blending them together into one.
That way, some of the revelations lose a bit of weight Korrok is mentioned early on in the movie but then all but vanishes from the narrative, whereas the book manages to have him appear far more present and the end may feel a bit rushed, but for the most part, this approach works very well. Some interesting stuff landed on the cutting-room-floor that way but those were mostly things that'd be hard to convey in a visual medium like film. Sadly, all of this kind of costs the movie a bit of substance.
As said, there are some moments of true, existential dread in the book, the three stories taking place over the course of more than a year help lend gravitas to the proceedings, whereas the movie's story is rushed to two days.
I enjoyed David as our narrator even though he was not always the most reliable. Of course the best side character was the hot dog eating, car driving, and mentally handicapped dog named Molly!!! The characters are equal to the bizarre task of fitting in to this messed up world. I loved the style of this book, the humor, the horror, and the pleasure of the read.
I cannot wait to read more from David Wong. This book is the first since I read Last Days by Brian Everson that makes me want to tell all my horror friends to go out and download this book now!!!
I decided that I needed to have a second go through before starting the 2nd book. With the level of insanity and trustworthiness, this is really a book that requires multiple reads.
Fortunately, it is a damn lot of fun to read. The thing that I noticed most about the second read was how well written this book was, even though it is filled with so much juvenile humor.
I loved Wong's style, his pacing, and his freaking weird ass imagination. On to the second book Obviously I give this book my highest recommendations!!!. The following is not a well-balanced, conscientious review. John Dies at the End dies before it even reaches the first chapter. The story - such as it is - revolves around the typical gross-out paranormal-type activity that made Kevin Smith's "Dogma" such a success think "It's a shit monster!
Within the first 20 pages, the reader is witness to blood, copious amounts of excrement, a flaccid - and gratuitous - penis, "invisible" spiders, a quasi-sluglike creature in anecdotal form, but the visual is present nonetheless , a soupy concoction of greenish slime that instantly turns blood red herein spelled "bloodred" upon human touch, the promise of sodomy with a bratwurst, etc. The inside of the book jacket warns the reader to "Stop," that "You should not have touched this book with your bare hands," and that it is "too late" to put the fucking thing down - that you're stuck reading the goddamn thing because the fucking author says that it is ooohhh!
He goes on to say that he's "terribly sorry to have involved you in this. And there is no author David Wong. Is it "terrifying" The Onion? A "page-turner" Don Coscarelli, producer of "Bubba Ho-tep"? One of the most "entertaining and addictive novels" Jacob Kier, publisher of Permuted Press , has ever read? I don't know. I can't get past the forced hispter trash of which those first twenty pages reeks. I can't see anything beyond the hunched form of Jason Pargin pecking out words and phrases in front of his computer.
Just making shit up. Just whatever strikes him as formulating a part of a "good story," he'll write up. Sure - this is an "unfair" review of the book - after all, I was personally unable to trudge any further than that first useless sequence of bullshit events. But there's no challenge in here, other than concealing the revulsion of the author's grotesque imagery here. I'm not wasting any time in discovering how, exactly.
I don't care about John. I don't care about David fucking Wong, or the make-believe shitstorm this fictional character finds himself stuck in by an over-zealous author who, by the way, hopes that you'll be alive to see the sequel to John Dies at the End. A sequel to this!? How dare Jason Pargin allow trees to be sacrificed for this piece of supercilious garbage! How fucking dare he! What the hell kind of a world is it when this trash gets not only serious consideration for publication, but an actual book contract?
A book release? Jesus Christ Almighty, what a world this is! Goddamn it! What a horrendous fuckpot of a wretched piece of fetid, blistering donkey tit! You're damned right I should not have touched this thing with my bare hands! That felt really, really good. Thanks, Mr. Pargin, for giving me a valid reason to release all the pent-up rage I've stored in for so very long.
I needed that. No, seriously - thank you from the very bottom of my heart. You're a good man. I'll never forget this. And now, I could sure use a cigarette. Bullet Review: I tried and I tried and I tried to like this disgusting, gory, weird little book, and it just isn't happening. I'm sure there's an audience for this type of book, but it sure as hell ain't me. And, as I've said before, life's too short to be wasted on books I'm not liking.
Full Review: I have to write a review for this? And a plot summary? How do I even begin to sort through the batsh! Do I even re Bullet Review: Do I even really want to? Dave and John are people to whom weird things happen, like fighting meat monsters, taking drugs called "Soy Sauce", and meeting Hair Monsters.
And really, beyond that, is there even a plot to this book? I get writing weird for the sake of weird, but isn't there some point in which you have to ask yourself, "Why?
And in honor of the fact, I will be doing my review of this book in the form of most of their articles: A List. I have tried to read these sorts of humor books in the past and failed. A few years back, I tried to read Year Zero and gave up.
It wasn't funny! I didn't laugh! Body functions, genitalia, big boobs, sex, and gore are not what I call funny. Oh, sure, I'll laugh at Buddy belching in "Elf" because it's absolutely ridiculous, but for the most part, there has to be a JOKE, a setup beyond "And so-and-so steps in a pile of dog poo" for me to laugh.
Given the large number of comedies that function solely on this premise and continue to get made, this is another reason why I am most probably a robot. I prefer female characters to have character beyond a name preferably not a cheesy one-off joke about a celebrity and a set of legs or boobs or nice ass. Again, this seems to be a rarity in this bipedal culture. I prefer male characters to have character as well, beyond being drug addicts, alcoholics, and sex maniacs who joke about how huge their genitalia are.
I am not sure if humans are familiar with the concept of "strengths, weakness, and hopes and dreams beyond getting laid with a hot set of breasts", but this is what constructs such as myself are looking for when we pick up a book, even one that is a humor book. I liked Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy but not this. The oddities in "Hitchhiker's" spoke to me about the inanities of life and the stupidity of the characters; the oddities in "Not Dead" speak to the ability of the author to create weird for the pure sake of weird.
I do not understand why this is so, but I have read other reviews in an attempt to bridge the gap. Given the reviews I've seen, this seems to be the final proof that I am, indeed, an automaton.
There seems to be no reason for the events of this book beyond being weird. See Number 5. And there you have it; all these evidences that point to the conclusion that I am indeed a robot, still learning how to emote and feel.
It seems everyone else including all my book club members loved this book or at least liked it, so that must mean I am a robot. Excuse me; I have a meeting with a few friends of mine.
We're going to discuss why people cry at the end of "Titanic". Simply put, I have never laughed harder at a horror book. This is less an attempt by "Wong" to write horror so much as it is for him to hone his humor chops on a genre that's been whipped to death by too much seriousness.
It's appropriately gross, rolls out misadventure after misadventure, and ultimately satisfies on multiple levels. If you're into horror, you'll likely find it pretty smart. If you're into comedy, this on has great edge throughout. I don't know if I'd recommend it to anyone who Simply put, I have never laughed harder at a horror book. I don't know if I'd recommend it to anyone who was firmly horror or firmly not horror. I'd save that recommendation for people who are a little more flexible in taste.
Friends will try to build you up, because there's no easy or friendly way for them to say, "Maybe storytelling isn't for you, you know?
Perhaps take up model-building or lint-collecting? Hell, I'm even guilty of uttering it once or a dozen-hundred times. The truth is, that sentence is bullshit. How do I know this? Because books like this exist.
I've recently recently, as in, like, yesterday, fam sworn off bitching about unoriginal content and shitty writers. You assholes do you. I tried to warn you that you were shit. You just wouldn't listen. My mommy says I write all the good words! Here's a pat on the back. There's totes an audience for it.
I promise. John Dies at the End was written by a data entry clerk in his free time. Word of mouth begat word of mouth and soon enough he had offers from publishers and filmmakers alike. You can tell the author is not a trained writer. He's a gifted storyteller, but the writing is your basic high school creative writing. We're not talking Billy Shakes here, but I think you already knew that.
Dude's got a tale to tell and he's gonna tell it in the simplest way possible: Sometimes the best stories are written this way. Nothing pretty to get in the way. Just words in the proper order to waylay confusion. I loved every minute of it. Yes, even the wacky pacing and start-over mechanic employed between parts one and two.
The only thing I could've done without was the use of "retarded" in place of "stupid", but given the narrator is the type of guy he is, it fits the profile. I was certainly not triggered.
Just wanted to let those of you who are sensitive to such things know that such things happen in this book.
Like, everything's retarded to this dude. Even himself. Then again, I think I'm only one of like six people who haven't read this book or seen the movie.
So whatever. I will refrain from talking about the movie here because I don't remember a fucking thing about it. Like, nothing, son. I know I watched it. I even discussed it with my dude Linton the following day. We were both confused by the fact that view spoiler [John doesn't die at the end hide spoiler ]. Still, I have no idea what happened in the movie. I do hope the book is not equally forgettable.
Seriously, Dude, Don't Touch It? Not anytime soon though because I have twenty-three bazillion kajillion other books to read before the end of the year. But, yeah, I want to. In summation: A wacky, original novel with a few pacing problems and a dumb-fun narrator who's equally likeable and offensive. What might shock you is the level of character depth on display. More than once the author sneaks deep moments into his otherwise shallow narrative.
Bravo to him. Final Judgment: Come for the bizarre shit. Stay for John's one-liners. I had no idea what a wild and crazy ride I was in for when I started this book, and was it ever wild and crazy! This book is nonstop weirdness and grossness and I soaked up every second of it. It was also both hilarious and horrifying, it had me laughing one second and covering my eyes the next.
This is truly a wonderfully weird book that every horror fan with a sense of humour needs to read! View all 4 comments. There's no question that this classifies as "bizarro" fiction, but other than that. I found it quite different in a good way in the beginning, especially.
The only real complaint I had was that it seemed some scenes went on unnecessarily long. This was more evident in the second half of the novel.
A very original work, but one that defies--at least MY--attempts at a comprehensive review. Mar 07, Kelly and the Book Boar rated it really liked it Shelves: Thompson on a Hitchhiker's Guide through the galaxy, you might end up with something kind of close to John Dies at the End. I had ZERO expectations going in to this book. I knew nothing except what I read on the book jacket and the fact that Wil Wheaton didn't think it sucked.
I ended up on a full throttle, high octane, wild, grotesque, hilarious, vulgar, long, strange journey and I'm so glad I did. Jan 09, Sylvia rated it liked it Shelves: The last quarter of this book deserves 4 stars, the first three quarters deserve 2.
Firstly, the dialogue in this book and sometimes the internal monologue is very wry and generally hilarious. Easily its best quality, and kept me reading past the slow parts. Unfortunately, the dialogue is often eclipsed by TONS of gruesome and gory visual descriptions, and though they are perfectly tolerable at first they do drag on after a while. After the 50th or 60th person whose entrails explode into a rain The last quarter of this book deserves 4 stars, the first three quarters deserve 2.
After the 50th or 60th person whose entrails explode into a rain of black worms which follow after the narrator and then grow into giant black intestine-snakes leaking oily residue, or whatever, it gets old. Consequently, the numerous action sequences and there are a LOT of action sequences blend into each other, each seeming unimpressive and dull despite the apocalyptic language used to describe it.
Three-quarters of the way in, I was utterly bored by all the action, and felt unconnected to the characters whose motivations and personalities seemed to be ignored in favor of more and more descriptions of walking eyeballs and sawn-off shotguns and babies that are actually made of peanut butter or so on. Maybe the whole horror genre is this repetitive, and I'm just not a fan? And then something delightful happened!
The book changed entirely with the introduction of the first meaningful female character, and the focus shifted from all the horrible things which kept happening to some actual emotional connections and backstory for the characters.
In a space of a few pages, I found the previously flat narrator sympathetic, and the collection of side-characters interesting as well. Plus, instead of endless descriptions, we actually get more dialogue! Which is witty and fun. The ending hit the perfect tone for me, and ultimately I finished this book feeling pleased having read it--a considerable feat, if you take into account how I felt plodding through the middle.
View 1 comment. Positively dreadful. The entire time I read it, with its typos and its tiny font which means the book is probably a good fifty pages longer than it actually is , unwieldy plot and more uses of the word "retarded" than a book actually ABOUT retarded people I had a hunch something was amiss.
After finishing it, I find it out it was started as a web serial and was originally self-published. It makes perfect sense, because clearly no editor's eyes have ever been laid on this piece of shit Terrible.
It makes perfect sense, because clearly no editor's eyes have ever been laid on this piece of shit. So if you like frat boys trying to hard to be funny and the words "faggot" and "retarded" over and over, this book is for you.
It doesn't make a goddamn bit of sense and isn't nearly as funny as its author thinks it is, but all the five star reviews on site and on here can't be fake, can they?
A total chore to finish with zero payoff. Stay away. Stay far, far away. Amazing, David Wong has created a fantastic book for the open minded. After reading it I then went out and got the Audible version so I could listen to it again on the way to work. The characters were original and engrossing. The story is a unique breath of fresh air that will make you say "WTF?!?!? If your in to seamless progression then this book will not appeal to you. If jumps, twists and turns in the air.
Just when you think you have a handle on where t Amazing, David Wong has created a fantastic book for the open minded. Just when you think you have a handle on where the story is going it slaps you up side the head and "opens you mind" a little bit more. I wouldn't classify this as horror by any means even though some of the scenes are quit bloody. Add in a cup full of sarcasm, grotesque humor, bad jokes and one liners I finished this book a couple of nights ago.
As a side note I'm almost halfway through a book titled The Rook. Reading these books back to back, I've got to ask Oh well Over all I like this book and I think it's well written. I can partially agree with another reader who said that they "laughed out loud". On occasion I did to. I'll be giving a sort of "g I finished this book a couple of nights ago.
There are things I liked about the novel and I think "David Wong" is a talented writer. Unfortunately there are other things that I truly dislike and that bugged me constantly. So, what's good? The book does a great job of using classic horror references for instance I think Lovecraft will be brought to mind for any who've read his work while mining modern strains of pop culture.
I love the description of what are obviously "rods". You'll also see astral bodies, shadow people and so on. Aside from this Wong is as noted a good writer. I did on a couple of occasions find myself alone in a room laughing out loud.
Okay there's the molasses I suppose some of what I say here may be a bit generational. When I say Mr. Wong's humor "sometimes" struck me funny I mean "sometimes". More often he leans on what I suppose might charitably be called "earthy" humor.
I'd call it bathroom humor, sophomoric humor or locker room humor There are certain words he seems to think are hilarious all by themselves without any actual wit involved. He uses the word view spoiler [ penis hide spoiler ] as if it were the soul of wit in itself. The word "fart" or any term for feces seems to crack him up all on its own. I know Stephen King has pioneered this type of dialogue and description in many of his best sellers.
Still, I can remember when horror and repugnant conditions could be well expressed without sinking to this. I can remember when humor could be expressed and actually be funny without reference to the functions of the digestive tract. And Mr. Wong can to apparently as now and then he comes up with a word play or twist that's very funny Once you get past that you'll see some plot points or story points that are a little predictable, but not badly so and as I've observed before there are few if any totally original plots out there So be aware of the "earthy" read crude language and you'll find a fairly original type story here and may find it quite enjoyable.
Jan 21, Bryant rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Fans of horror and science fiction who can handle lots of bathroom jokes. There are few books that can cause me to laugh out loud in one paragraph, and later in the same chapter have me cringing in real fear or disgust. This book accomplished all of this and more. John Dies at the End is not a literary masterpiece.
Its plot has flaws. It needs some real face time with a legitimate editor - or at least someone likely to catch the numerous typos, misspellings and punctuation errors. The humor is abrupt and sophomoric.
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