A review by haagedoorn
John Dies at the End by David Wong

4.0

Nearly four-hundred pages down, I am still unsure whether this book is pure brilliance, the result of a drug-addled binge night of a fourteen-year-old typing words on a screen or a combination of both. Two things I can be sure about. The first is that I loved it, the second is that you will either hate it or love it too. The story is truly stupendously ridiculous, unclear, confusing and filled with dick jokes. It also contains a twisting, clever plot which somehow comes full circle in the end, genuine laugh-out-loud moments and some of the most clever dialogue I have read in a while. In any case, the writer must have enjoyed writing this novel thoroughly. In the end, I cannot really give you a clear verdict of whether this book is ''good'' or ''bad''. Literature critics will most likely hate it, John (from the book), would most likely piss in their faces. Whichever you feel more aligned with should tell you an awful lot about whether you will like this book or not.