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Summary: like a hand gernade coated with LSD...
Review: Oh my... how could any self-respecting person read a book so full of harsh subject matter? It would probably turn them into fast floating turds in some depraved sewer system leading to old scratch's lap. Whatever... The point of the book is that there is no point to anything nothing ends with what you see and everything stretchs further than the mind can comprehend, or then again maybe it doesn't... maybe it is all a paper thin illusion that anyone with half an gram of grey matter should see right through.That's it's beauty, It's not Ayn Rand, It's not Descarates. It's R.A.W. and it's an abousolute head trip.I saw the greatest quote from one of his novels, it atrributed Wilison's works to being a lsd-coated hand gernade either it blew your mind or expanded it. Don't ever let someone tell you the fnords don't exist just because they can't see them.
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Summary: Utter and completely devoid of all good manners
Review: How can trash like this get published when there are so many other excellent works of true literature out there today. Though posing to be a commentary on perception, the 60's counterculture, and self fulfillment, this book does nothing more than propagate the use of drugs, sex and detrimental mental stimulation which can only lead to one place. . . Hell.Don't fnord read this book if you cherrish you soul.
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Summary: What does everyone see in this book?
Review: I've finished the book. I reread the parts that seemed important. I still have no idea what the point of this book is. The cover and the jacket portray this as a "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" type book, and it is. But its humor is weak, its characters inconsistent and its plot, well, overbearing to say the least. Douglas Adams shouldn't have to look over his shoulder for competition yet (at least not from Wilson). Wilson spends far too much time searching for riddles of existence to cram into this three book series and doen't spend nearly enough time trying to make this a good read. He tries to hard to mimic the irrelevancy of Douglas Adams' thought process and loses what little talent he may have for writing. To make up for it he puts in some interesting sexual experiences, most of which leave the reader interested in putting the book down to pick up "the Joy of Sex" and nothing makes the reader want to pick the book back up. I know lots of people love this series but I just don't see the point. IF YOU REALLY WANT TO SEE WHAT THIS SERIES IS ABOUT, I'd recommend buying the first in the series (not the prepackaged complete set) before investing in the rest. The risk is only a couple bucks but the reward is saving a few hours and the 10 bucks for the other two volumes.
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Summary: Fun Family Reading.
Review: This book brings forth the very core of all conspiracies in the world at the time it was written. Words cannot express the horror I felt in the very pit of my soul to learn of the deeds of these twisted and evil groups. Not to mention it was a damn good laugh. People that do not enjoy this book simply miss what it is about. And what it is about is not what it seems to be about. But what it seems to not be about isn't what it's not about. It's about not being about the thing we may or may not think it is, or is not, about. Conspiracy, sex, drugs, rock and roll, Lucifer, violence, Eris, drugs, more sex, Re-Animated Nazi Superman, this book has it all. Wholesome Christian reading, a book for the whole family to enjoy!
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Summary: Read the appendices!
Review: This is able to grab the minds, imaginations, hearts, groins, etc. of anyone who is trying to read for a simple escape and dump so much R.A.W. information into your system that you either jumpstart your critical thinking skills or go insane trying, but just in case you happen to be messed-up so completely that you can't tell 'up' from 'down' anymore (which isn't as hard as it sounds since just enough knowledge can lead you to the realization that the Americo-centric 'up' "becomes" the Australio-centric 'down'), he provides hefty load of appendices making you capable sorting it all back out later.
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Summary: A cultural icon.
Review: A sprawling epic with the premise that every conspiracy you've ever heard of, and more than a few Urban Myths are absolutely true. Think of it as a Reader's Digest version of the contents of a counterculture bookstore tied together by a satire of adventure novels that is really a serious dialogue about the nature of (perceived) reality as outlined by Aleister Crowley and Oliver Stone, written for the screen by Terry Southern from a story by William S. Burroughs, edited by James Joyce. Fnord.
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Summary: Amazing trip into your own confused mind
Review: This book was by far the first reading of mine to truly cause me to think, not only about the subject material at hand, but about truth and fiction, and the blurred boundary between them. It may make you paranoid, frightened, or even insane, but without reading it, you just can't understand.
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Summary: Into the Depths of your own Mind!
Review: A trip into the psyche! A book I have suggested and passed on to more than ten people!
Never to disappoint, and guaranteed to change your thought patterns forever!
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Summary: Beware of Wilson: he is a speedboat down a terminal sewer
Review: American culture at the end of the 20th Century is a sewer of moral depravity, illogic, unreason, and poisonous ideological sludge, all flowing in a great, toxic river toward an inevitable cataract plunging down a bottomless abyss. One of the turds in this sewer is accelerating faster than all the others toward that pit, and proclaiming, as it outdistances the other blobs of filth, that it is superior to them all. This turd of which I speak is Mr. Robert Anton Wilson, and if his books have any value it can only be that they are perfect specimens of the most diseased and evil literary mind the 20th century could hope to offer. What makes Wilson's books so toxic is that they appeal to young, semi-intelligent people who are dissatisfied with the status quo and looking for a different, better way to live. Wilson's books have only one message: Reality doesn't exist, and you sollipsistically create your own reality. Wilson degrades Man continuously by comparing human behavior to that of apes, and endorses a lifestyle of irrational hedonism and occult mysticism. All of this filth is served up with a contemptous snicker, as if Wilson finds the collapse of Western Civilization nothing more than a dirty joke. To the misinformed, this appears profound and clever, but it is merely another case of a literary charlatan muddying the waters to make them appear deep. Wilson has nothing to offer the searching mind. For those readers who truly wish to rise out of the sewer of today's sick society, I urge you to study the philosophy of Objectivism, as outlined by Ms. Ayn Rand in her novel Atlas Shrugged.
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Summary: Illuminism explained. . . or something.
Review: Advice to anyone who wants to know anything at all about the Illuminati and other secret conspiracies to rule to world: read this book.Then you might have a slight handle on basic theories and the insane conplexities of the five-fold Them.
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