He didn’t know he was about to win a paperback book.
Maybe you can tell by the last post, but I have a deep love for 372 Pages We’ll Never Get Back. It began with Ready Player One, which I was gifted one Christmas by my sister in-law. I loathed that book (but appreciated the gift!). It might have hit close to home for me since I wrote that kind of garbage when I was fifteen, my target audience being other fifteen year-olds. Seeing that junk become highly acclaimed in 2011 was embarrassing.
We’ve since moved on from Ernest Cline’s dreck, through the dust-splattered swards of The Eye of Argon, and into the plasfuture of TekWar. I made a sound resembling a laugh as crusty detective Jake Cardigan (yes really) Austin Powers his internal monologue to racist robot cabbies. My thumb pointed at the ceiling every time someone made an inscrutable hand gesture. And on January 26, 2019, I won Conor Lastowka’s copy of the book.
In the spirit of usually being one of the 300 folks who doesn’t win a thing, I thought I’d share pictures of Conor’s notes. Some of them you’ll recognize from the podcast, other ones are thoughts he didn’t mention.
This is part 1. I’ll share more next week. Photographing and cropping all these images takes a lot of time!