Worst book ever written

[Jorum]

Wookey would be ashamed of your snobishness!

His website is so funny

http://aaronscryptofgorgothica.com/

Ah! I can't bring myself to even look at that website. I assume most of his horror is in the form of web design?

 

[DotCommunist]

I like to imagine that the paper he'd written on decided that spontaneous combustion was the only dignified response.

the actual explanation was satisfying enough for me he blew up his motor at the same time

 

[DotCommunist]

Ah! I can't bring myself to even look at that website. I assume most of his horror is in the form of web design?

Oh no you must visit The Shadow Page


I'd skip the spiritual page tbh

 

[Diamond]

Wookey would be ashamed of your snobishness!

His website is so funny

http://aaronscryptofgorgothica.com/

He's a guard at a maximum security prison stateside!

 

[Obnoxiousness]

http://www.amazon.com/PRICKS-CUNTS-...=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407162693&sr=1-1

Have a quick look at the Amazon preview of this one.... amazingly bad.

 

[dylanredefined]

The Rising of the Moon by flynn Connely

A sci fi novel set in a future united Ireland which for some reason become a catholic theocracy and only a plucking Irish American feminist can save them.
It is truly terrible.

 

[Tankus]

Satanic verses by that smug cynical overrated bargain bucket whinger..

The fatwah was well and truly deserved , not for blasphemy , but for being shit and such an utter waste of gods trees ...!

 

[Manter]

http://www.amazon.com/PRICKS-CUNTS-...=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407162693&sr=1-1

Have a quick look at the Amazon preview of this one.... amazingly bad.

Vanity publishing. Surely

 

[Thaw]

I really hated 'Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close'. The narrator is just a precocious little shit and I wish he had died in 9/11 instead of his dad.

 

[Buddy Bradley]

http://www.amazon.com/PRICKS-CUNTS-...=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407162693&sr=1-1

Have a quick look at the Amazon preview of this one.... amazingly bad.

It's like someone has tried to combine Kerouac and 50 Shades of Grey.

 

[mrsfran]

An acquaintance of mine once wrote a book. She asked me to take a look at it. Here is a random extract:



The book is 404 pages long. It is all like this. It is the worst book ever written.

I still have a copy of this book, if anyone else would like to pick a page number...

 

[DotCommunist]

'Echoes of the Reich' was pretty special. A pound from a charity shop. Just really bad.

 

[Pickman's model]

i thought a heart-breaking work of staggering genius neither heart-breaking nor the product of genius. it was shit, in short.

 

[discokermit]

I still have a copy of this book, if anyone else would like to pick a page number...

398 please!

 

[Obnoxiousness]

Vanity publishing. Surely

Funny you mentioned that...
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?79361
because I found the book via the author's thread about "Independent Publishing" on the above forum.

It's like someone has tried to combine Kerouac and 50 Shades of Grey.

Some ingredients just don't mix well.

 

[mrsfran]

398 please!

He didn’t understand what was going on at all, and decided against confronting him about it, turning for the door. But stopped, and glanced over, almost timidly. How threatening he looked, even with his eyes closed. So, he turned again, and was just about to make a firm stride for the exit, when Winter said:

‘I know of your loss, doctor. I understand.’

‘Sorry?’

‘When you looked at Rupert, you were trying to find something to fill a void.’

‘I thought I’d seen him somewhere, that is all.’

‘Is that right? Well, perhaps you have.’

‘Please can you explain, and a little more quickly? There are others who need my assistance today. I feel like I’m pulling teeth here, and I am not a dentist.’

‘I can see that,’ Asmodeus said with a wry smile, ‘forgive my abruptness, but I am worried for the Prince.’

‘You are a man of faith, and honest,’ he said to Cornelius now, an immediate response to a burning instinct to what he should do about this problem, ‘what it is you are looking for will be found there, not in the Prince.’ Cornelius gave him a look of thorough impatience. ‘Ok, I will tell you this – because you have saved me – seek the council of angels.’

‘The council of –? How?’

‘Whichever way you feel you can.’

Cornelius stared at Mr Winter nonplussed. What was this man talking about? He was still non the wiser. It must be the effects of battle impressing themselves on the vulnerable souls of men, which was making him speak in this way. Cornelius had never fought in battle, so could not truly know what tortures it inflicted, but if this kind of dialogue was the result, he had no wish to begin. ‘Thank you,’ he said, ‘for the advice.’ It was best this conversation ended now, as it was unlikely to lead anywhere. He left then, relieved to get away from this intensity, to the more down to earth sufferings of the young lieutenant (probably quite drunk by now) waiting for his hand to be sutured and bandaged.

 

[Obnoxiousness]

He didn’t understand what was going on at all, and decided against confronting him about it, turning for the door. But stopped, and glanced over, almost timidly. How threatening he looked, even with his eyes closed. So, he turned again, and was just about to make a firm stride for the exit, when Winter said:

The inside of my wheelie bin is tidier than that piece of prose.

 

[discokermit]

this is just so good.

 

[kittyP]

I still have a copy of this book, if anyone else would like to pick a page number...

Oh my goodness I'd not seen this before (I don't think) but reading back it's hilarious.
Did you actually ever read it?

 

[mrsfran]

Oh my goodness I'd not seen this before (I don't think) but reading back it's hilarious.
Did you actually ever read it?

The whole thing? Christ no.

 

[Obnoxiousness]

 

[SpookyFrank]

‘You are a man of faith, and honest,’ he said to Cornelius now, an immediate response to a burning instinct to what he should do about this problem, ‘what it is you are looking for will be found there, not in the Prince.’ Cornelius gave him a look of thorough impatience. ‘Ok, I will tell you this – because you have saved me – seek the council of angels.’

‘The council of –? How?’

‘Whichever way you feel you can.’

Cornelius stared at Mr Winter nonplussed. What was this man talking about? He was still non the wiser. It must be the effects of battle impressing themselves on the vulnerable souls of men, which was making him speak in this way. Cornelius had never fought in battle, so could not truly know what tortures it inflicted, but if this kind of dialogue was the result, he had no wish to begin. ‘Thank you,’ he said, ‘for the advice.’ It was best this conversation ended now, as it was unlikely to lead anywhere. He left then, relieved to get away from this intensity, to the more down to earth sufferings of the young lieutenant (probably quite drunk by now) waiting for his hand to be sutured and bandaged.

This is actually fantastic if you read it out loud in an accent that's equal parts Gandalf, Brian Blessed and Mr Reynholm from the IT crowd.