At long last I got to the end of Neal Stephenson’s latest tome, the amusingly mistyped ‘Reamde’. I bought the book not even noticing the typo: I saw a note about the release on someone’s G+, immediately hopped over to amazon and entered ‘Readme’ into the search box… and Amazon helpfully auto-corrected it to the proper improper version without me even noticing until I read the emailed receipt a couple hours later. I was pleased to discover a few hundred pages in that the author made mention of my old stomping grounds and while that made my day, it was also something like 800 pages ago, so I’m pleased to report that after chewing through the rest of the thing, the plug wasn’t even the best part of the book.
The story is pretty freakin’ gigantic. Big surprise from Stephenson, right? Normally he’s known for such tiny, intimate affairs. You know, a single setting, two guys talking in a convenience store for 250 pages. *cough*. No, The sets here range from a canadian ski lodge, bustling chinese streets, a castle in england inhabited by a ren-fair gone wrong, a trailer park morphed into something strange, manilla internet cafes, private jets, and the north american wilderness… Continue reading