Reamde

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From the extraordinary Neal Stephenson comes an epic adventure that spans entire worlds, both real and virtual.

The black sheep of an Iowa farming clan, former draft dodger and successful marijuana smuggler Richard Forthrast amassed a small fortune over the years—and then increased it a thousandfold when he created T'Rain. A massive, multibillion-dollar, multiplayer online role-playing game, T'Rain now has millions of obsessed fans from the U.S. to China. But a small group of ...

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Overview

From the extraordinary Neal Stephenson comes an epic adventure that spans entire worlds, both real and virtual.

The black sheep of an Iowa farming clan, former draft dodger and successful marijuana smuggler Richard Forthrast amassed a small fortune over the years—and then increased it a thousandfold when he created T'Rain. A massive, multibillion-dollar, multiplayer online role-playing game, T'Rain now has millions of obsessed fans from the U.S. to China. But a small group of ingenious Asian hackers has just unleashed Reamde—a virus that encrypts all of a player's electronic files and holds them for ransom—which has unwittingly triggered a war that's creating chaos not only in the virtual universe but in the real one as well. Its repercussions will be felt all around the globe—setting in motion a devastating series of events involving Russian mobsters, computer geeks, secret agents, and Islamic terrorists—with Forthrast standing at ground zero and his loved ones caught in the crossfire.

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Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble

Neal Stephenson never does anything half way. His 2600-page Baroque Cycle is only the most gargantuan of his prodigious book projects, which also include Anathem and Cryptonomicon. With Reamde, he pulls out the stops again with a 960-page epic about Richard Forthrast, a misfit marijuana smuggler/entrepreneur who becomes ensnared in a money-laundering scheme involving World of Warcraft and Chinese gold farmers. Like Stephenson's other productions, this novel is more addictive than easily describable and is guaranteed to excite his huge voracious fan base.

The Guardianon REAMDE
"REAMDE combines meticulous observation of the stranger socioeconomic effects wrought by technology with rousing fusillades of adventure."
Washington Post Book World
“In less masterful hands, this pile-up of implausible coincidences, madcap romance, technological mayhem and nail-biting suspense might have been a train wreck, but Stephenson pulls it off. REAMDE has one of the most satisfyingly over-the-top endings of anything I’ve read in years. ”
Bloomberg News
“REAMDE is...one big, carefully choreographed, jet-set square-dance of mayhem.”
Lev Grossman
“Sometimes when you’re reading Neal Stephenson, he doesn’t just seem like one of the best novelists writing in English right now; he seems like the < only one.”
Cory Doctorow
“Stephenson’s REAMDE: perfectly executed, mammoth, ambitious technothriller...a triumph, all 980 pages of it.”
www.fantasyliterature.com
“After a decade of novels set in 18th century Europe and in alternate universes, Neal Stephenson triumphantly returns as a bestselling author to contemporary America.”
OakPark.Patch.com
“Stephenson, best-known for his genre-hopping novels, tackles tech-terrorism in Reamde.”
Stranger magazine on REAMDE
“Even at a thousand pages, Reamde is sprightly enough to jump between 9 or 10 plot threads without getting tangled up in itself.…[A]n addicitve reading experience. You don’t so much read the book as tear whole hundred-page chunk out of it with your eyes.”
The Guardian on REAMDE
“REAMDE combines meticulous observation of the stranger socioeconomic effects wrought by technology with rousing fusillades of adventure.”
San Francisco Chronicle on REAMDE
Reamde is an entertainment, an enormous, giddily complex one. There’s no telling what Stephenson might be planning for his next novel, but now’s the time to dive into a first-rate intellectual thriller without fear of being overwhelmed by its virtuosity.”
Washington Post Book World
“In less masterful hands, this pile-up of implausible coincidences, madcap romance, technological mayhem and nail-biting suspense might have been a train wreck, but Stephenson pulls it off. REAMDE has one of the most satisfyingly over-the-top endings of anything I’ve read in years. ”
Bloomberg News
“REAMDE is...one big, carefully choreographed, jet-set square-dance of mayhem.”
www.fantasyliterature.com
“After a decade of novels set in 18th century Europe and in alternate universes, Neal Stephenson triumphantly returns as a bestselling author to contemporary America.”
OakPark.Patch.com
“Stephenson, best-known for his genre-hopping novels, tackles tech-terrorism in Reamde.”
Publishers Weekly
Stephenson (Anathem), the master of meandering, inconclusive plots, delivers a sprawling thriller that shows him in complete control of his story, regardless of the many digressions and a host of characters. Zula Forthrast’s unfortunate taste in boyfriends catapults her into a breakneck adventure spanning two continents and several increasingly dangerous criminal gangs. What looks like a chance to make a quick buck turns sour when the Russian mafia discover that Zula’s conniving boyfriend, Peter, inadvertently handed their representative a virus-infected thumb drive that holds all of the mafia’s encrypted data. Peter and Zula find themselves prisoners of the menacing and desperate Ivanov and dragged to Xiamen, China, in a last-ditch effort to confront the hackers responsible before Ivanov’s bosses learn what has happened. Complications ensue when the gangsters raid an apartment belonging not to the rather hapless hackers but instead to the notorious terrorist Abdallah Jones and his well-armed compatriots, into whose hands Zula falls. The plot snowballs from there, toward a violent conclusion near the U.S.-Canadian border. Author tour. (Oct.)
USA Today
“Fascinating...hysterical.”
Time Out London
“This is a book about science and philosophy which demands the full concentration of the reader -a worthwhile, smart, exciting read.”
New York Times Book Review
“Electrifying . . . hilarious...a picaresque novel about code making and code breaking, set both during World War II and during the present day.”
Wired
“A hell of a read.”
Slate
“Intertwined the tale of an Internet startup with a Greatest Generation flashback, as if the author had foreseen both the Nasdaq bubble and Saving Private Ryan.”
Entertainment Weekly(A)
“An engrossing look at the way the flow of information shapes history.”
Time magazine
“What ever happened to the great novel of ideas? It has morphed into science fiction, and Stephenson is its foremost practitioner. A-”
Sunday Sun (UK)
“Stephenson displays his ingenuity when it comes to mixing science, sociology and satire with swashbuckling adventure. Anathem marries extensive scientific and philosophical dialogues to cliffhangers, hi-tech warfare and derring-do.”
Popular Mechanics
“The cult legend’s newest book, Anathem, [is] destined to be an instant sci-fi classic.”
Pittsburgh Tribune
“A story that, despite its gargantuan heft, speeds along like a bullet train....The depth of the story, the attention to detail, the interlocking narratives and fine characterizations mark REAMDE as an immersive literary experience.”
The Guardian
“REAMDE combines meticulous observation of the stranger socioeconomic effects wrought by technology with rousing fusillades of adventure.”
Washington Post Book World
“In less masterful hands, this pile-up of implausible coincidences, madcap romance, technological mayhem and nail-biting suspense might have been a train wreck, but Stephenson pulls it off. REAMDE has one of the most satisfyingly over-the-top endings of anything I’ve read in years. ”
San Francisco Chronicle
Reamde is an entertainment, an emormous, giddily complex one. There’s no telling what Stephenson might be planning for his next novel, but now’s the time to dive into a first-rate intellectual thriller without fear of being overwhelmed by its virtuosity.”
Stranger magazine
“Even at a thousand pages, Reamde is sprightly enough to jump between 9 or 10 plot threads without getting tangled up in itself, and, refreshingly, it does so without employing the annoying modern thriller trend of rat-a-tat sprays of two-page chapters.”
Tor.com
“It’s hard to sum up a 1,000 page tome in a short review, so if you don’t feel like reading this rather long one, I’ll boil it down to three words: I loved it.”
www.fantasyliterature.com
“After a decade of novels set in 18th century Europe and in alternate universes, Neal Stephenson triumphantly returns as a bestselling author to contemporary America.”
OakPark.Patch.com
“Stephenson, best-known for his genre-hopping novels, tackles tech-terrorism in Reamde.”
Bloomberg News
“REAMDE is...one big, carefully choreographed, jet-set square-dance of mayhem.”
Boston Globe
“Expertly crafted and often gorgeously written.”
Cory Doctorow
“Stephenson’s REAMDE: perfectly executed, mammoth, ambitious technothriller...a triumph, all 980 pages of it.”
Lev Grossman
“Sometimes when you’re reading Neal Stephenson, he doesn’t just seem like one of the best novelists writing in English right now; he seems like the < only one.”
International Herald Tribune
“[Stephenson] makes reading so much fun it feels like a deadly sin.”
fantasyliterature.com
“After a decade of novels set in 18th century Europe and in alternate universes, Neal Stephenson triumphantly returns as a bestselling author to contemporary America.”
Wall Street Journal
“There’s an intellectual pill buried deep in Mr. Stephenson’s narrative candy, one powerful enough that he deserves to be classified as a major national and international resource.”
Press Association (England)
“Nobody else writes like Stephenson”
Mental_Floss
“Neal Stephenson has guts, a killer story, and—for the first time since Cryptonomicon—a thriller I can thoroughly recommend to any reader....With REAMDE we have a very smart page-turner—a global chess game expertly played.”
Press Association (England) on REAMDE
“Nobody else writes like Stephenson”
Mental_Floss on REAMDE
“Neal Stephenson has guts, a killer story, and—for the first time since Cryptonomicon—a thriller I can thoroughly recommend to any reader....With REAMDE we have a very smart page-turner—a global chess game expertly played.”
International Herald Tribune on REAMDE
“[Stephenson] makes reading so much fun it feels like a deadly sin.”
Wall Street Journal on REAMDE
“There’s an intellectual pill buried deep in Mr. Stephenson’s narrative candy, one powerful enough that he deserves to be classified as a major national and international resource.”
San Francisco Chronicle on REAMDE
Reamde is an entertainment, an enormous, giddily complex one. There’s no telling what Stephenson might be planning for his next novel, but now’s the time to dive into a first-rate intellectual thriller without fear of being overwhelmed by its virtuosity.”
Stranger magazine on REAMDE
“Even at a thousand pages, Reamde is sprightly enough to jump between 9 or 10 plot threads without getting tangled up in itself.…[A]n addicitve reading experience. You don’t so much read the book as tear whole hundred-page chunk out of it with your eyes.”
The Guardian on REAMDE
“REAMDE combines meticulous observation of the stranger socioeconomic effects wrought by technology with rousing fusillades of adventure.”
Boston Globe on REAMDE
“Expertly crafted and often gorgeously written.”
Tor.com on REAMDE
“It’s hard to sum up a 1,000 page tome in a short review, so if you don’t feel like reading this rather long one, I’ll boil it down to three words: I loved it.”
Pittsburgh Tribune on REAMDE
“A story that, despite its gargantuan heft, speeds along like a bullet train....The depth of the story, the attention to detail, the interlocking narratives and fine characterizations mark REAMDE as an immersive literary experience.”
Knoxville News-Sentinel on REAMDE
“Stephenson somehow makes his crazy setup entirely plausible and tons of fun.”
Irish Examiner on REAMDE
“[REAMDE] is, without a doubt, one of the smartest, fastest-moving, and most consistently enjoyable novels of the year, a book with the rare distinction of being one this reviewer wishes he had written.”
Sunday Times (London) on REAMDE
“[A] rip-roaring race through computer hacking and guns, China and North America, virtual reality and terrorism. ”
Library Journal
After the best-selling Anathem, Stephenson's latest blockbuster introduces Dodge Forthrast, a legendary gamer, famous for his illegal past and for T'Rain, the hugely successful real-time strategy game he created. When teenage hackers in China unleash a computer virus named Reamde in T'Rain, the virus interrupts the daily business of the criminal underworld, who use the virtual world of T'Rain to launder real-world dollars. The plot intensifies both inside the game and around the globe, as gamers, fantasy writers, and hackers try to outplay a wide range of bad guys including the Russian mob, Islamic terrorists, and MI6. VERDICT Stephenson continues to deliver cyberthrillers packed equally with detailed backstory and action adventure. It is a great crossover recommendation for sf readers interested in thrillers and for fans of spy novels who appreciate intricate plotlines and technical detail. [See Prepub Alert, 3/14/11.]—Catherine Lantz, Morton Coll. Lib., Cicero, IL
Kirkus Reviews
Who lives by the joystick dies by the joystick: Noir futurist Stephenson (Anathem, 2008, etc.) returns to cyberia with this fast-moving though sprawling techno-thriller.

Richard Forthrast is a middle-aged videogame tycoon with a problem on his hands: Bad guys have figured out a way to hack his new shooter splatfest with a virus that "took advantage of a buffer overflow bug in Outlook to inject malicious code into the host operating system and establish root-level control of the computer."Richard has other problems, some big enough to pose a threat to the world currency market. Eek! Fortunately, nepotism be damned, he's hired his adopted niece to do a little consulting, and she turns out to have the wherewithal to give Geena Davis and Uma Thurman a run for the money in the hot-chicks-with-mad-ninja-skills department. Young Zula has solid possibilities. For one thing, she's babelicious, "black/Arab with an unmistakable hint of Italian." For another, she's got dual degrees in geology and computer science, which come in very handy when she has to scale impenetrable mountains on the hunt for renegade computer jocks. A bonus: She's quick to learn her way around a shotgun, and her boyfriend isn't too shabby, either, even though they have a habit of getting into bad predicaments: "As minutes went by and the novelty of being on a private jet wore off, Zula began to understand the same thing that Peter did, which was that they were not meant to get out of this alive." There are bad guys aplenty, and they're more diverse than an IHOP menu: There are Russians and Chinese, mutually distrustful, and a small army of very bad jihadists, the kind who give good Muslims a bad name. There are hackers and counterhackers, spies versus spies. And then there are Richard's kinfolk, the Brothers Karamazov with heavy weapons.

Who'll prevail? We don't know till the very end, thanks to Stephenson's knife-sharp skills as a storyteller. An intriguing yarn—most geeky, and full of satisfying mayhem.

The Barnes & Noble Review

Neal Stephenson is a force of nature. His massive, sui generis books—which originate, according to the press kit at his extravagant online project The Mongoliad, as "tens of thousands of pages in longhand"—thrust themselves up regularly out of his oceanic consciousness like the volcanic island of Surtsey boiling titanically out of the sea—only not mere naked rock but overgrown with a whole ecology of ideas, thus startling and bemusing viewers with the wonders of his fecund universe.

These books are generally complex and ramified depictions of geopolitical/technological/cultural landscapes, postmodern novels of the type that the critic Tom LeClair has branded "systems novels." (And, in fact, one of Stephenson's novels is actually titled The System of the World.) Famously produced by writers such as Thomas Pynchon, Don DeLillo, Robert Coover, and William Vollman, the information- dense systems novel concerns itself with analysis of both the underlying structures of the world and their transgressive interstices. Plot and character are often non-naturalistic, defying traditional readerly expectations.

Stephenson's previous novel, Anathem, was precisely such a book, building a weird alternate universe of science monks and alien spaceships from the ground up, in order to highlight the hidden metaphysical structures and biases of our own continuum. However, Stephenson never precisely repeats himself from one book to the next (save when in the midst of his Baroque Trilogy). With Reamde, he's certainly maintained his interest in charting and phlebotomizing the hidden arteries of society. But he's also chosen to step back from a full- blown systems novel and to couch this examination in the form of a pure thriller, a mode he's essayed before with his two collaborative novels, Interface and The Cobweb. The result is akin to Charles Stross's Halting State or Cory Doctorow's Makers or Walter Jon Williams's This Is Not a Game, with a bit of Pynchon's Inherent Vice to spice the stew. It's suspenseful, ruefully humorous, gloriously mimetic, and utterly au courant. At the same time it subtly winkles out, with terahertz- scanner acuity, the concealed struts and fractures in our dominant paradigms. Consequently, this might be the most accessible and sheerly entertaining book Stephenson has done since his midcareer masterpieces Snow Crash and The Diamond Age.

Let us begin, as Stephenson does, with Richard "Dodge" Forthrast, multimillionaire. A humble, brilliantly geeky, yet ultra-capable middle- aged chap, Richard began to accumulate his fortune while running dope across the U.S.-Canada border in the seventies. He parlayed that stake, through sheer ingenuity and some good luck, into T'Rain, a wildly popular online gaming empire akin to World of Warcraft (their biggest competitor). Now he's a semi-retired yet still harried, micromanaging Founder, longing for his freedom-filled youth.

While attending the annual Forthrast family reunion at Thanksgiving, Richard encounters his young niece Zula, once a child refugee from Eretria, but for a couple of decades now a corn-fed Iowa girl in all but looks. Impressed with Zula's computer skills for running esoteric simulations, he hires her. Unfortunately, Zula has a jerky boyfriend, Peter, whom Richard is forced to consort with from time to time if he wishes to share Zula's company. But what neither Richard nor Zula realizes is that Peter, another hacker, is busy selling stolen credit card numbers to the Russian mafia. And through accidental infection with the new REAMDE virus, his new digital shipment of numbers has caused a royal screw-up for the gangsters. Trouble for Peter—and Zula—follows with breathtaking speed.

This setup occupies merely the first hundred out of nearly a thousand pages of jam-packed, explosively unpredictable, retrospectively ineluctable, wildly hairy, gut-knotting events. I am going to cite a few plot points, of course, to illustrate my observations, but shall cloak the instances in a certain degree of generality, so as not to spoil the gasp- out-loud surprises in store for the lucky readers of a book it's hard not to describe through amusement-park metaphors.

But first, please meet, more or less in the order of their appearance, a few additional characters essential to the discussion:

Richard's two brothers: Jake, a wilderness-ensconced survivalist, and John, "acting patriarch" of the Forthrast clan.

Sokolov, an unforgiving but ethical, ultra-efficient Russian mercenary and killer.

Csongor, an overweight Hungarian hacker employed by the Russians.

Marlon, young Chinese hacker and creator of REAMDE.

Yuxia, a Chinese guide and self-identified "Bigfoot Woman" from a minority tribe.

Abdallah Jones, terrorist, West Indian by ethnicity, British slum kid otherwise.

Olivia Halifax-Lin, Asian-descended U.K. citizen and MI6 secret agent.

Seamus Costello, U.S. black-ops specialist on the trail of Jones.

These stars of an extensive troupe are all portrayed with a degree of larger-than-life vitality that makes them practically bolt off the page. They sparkle, they hurt, they plot, they ponder, they love. They act and react. Their varied backstories have been crafted with care by Stephenson and inserted into the action at just the right points. Abdallah Jones, for instance, emerges as a frightening yet completely human figure, both opaque and comprehensible, pitiable and detestable. The quirky interactions among the cast—and all the major players do eventually cross paths, amid much confusion and debriefing—constitute half the pleasures of this book. Their dialogue, consisting mainly of a wiseass demotic, rich with clever Runyonesque japes, is pure pleasure to parse. If you do not cherish every one of these complex folks by novel's end, even the villains, then there's something wrong with your mirror neurons.

At first, we live solely inside Richard's dense, fanciful consciousness, thinking the narrative will follow him exclusively, and it's a shock when we first jump to another point-of-view. But Stephenson's merry-go- round of sequential narrative privileging is handled with brilliant finesse, and in fact serves as a mechanism of suspense in its own right. For instance, we lose track of Sokolov at one point for over 200 pages, just after he's been left stranded. And while the jaw-dropping incidents during that gap are utterly riveting, we're also subconsciously anxious about his fate.

These alternating perspectives drive a narrative carousel that flings us through innumerable cliffhanger moments, decorated with insanely great details, both arcane and cosmopolitan, rendered in a crystalline prose the seems to reel out by the yard. Eventually, the story settles into shape as a global odyssey that will climax in Richard Forthrast's old druggy stomping grounds and involve every major character at once. You can practically hear Raymond Scott's famous cartoon theme "Powerhouse" running continuously throughout the book.

It's a clich? to call a book cinematic, but no other word fits this very visual, very plot-driven affair. If the Coen brothers (The Big Lebowski) were to join forces with David O. Russell (Flirting with Disaster) and Martin Scorsese (After Hours), they might come close to filming this madcap affair. But the hidden template here is an even older movie: It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World. The invaluable site TV Tropes identifies two key elements of Mad World: Epic Race and A Simple Plan (Gone Wrong). Both are here. But I like to employ my own critical term: Serendipitous Cascade. One event after another, some gratuitous, some intentional, are yoked with seeming inevitability to produce the most unlikely, unforeseeable, yet inevitable consequences. Hitchcock's North by Northwest is another prime example of this technique. All the while, Stephenson's penchant for world-system analysis is going on in the background. The key areas of interest are entrepreneurship, spying, terrorism, family ties, and computer gaming. Stephenson has insightful things to reveal about all these topics, and some lesser ones too. For instance, here's Olivia's spy boss running matters down for her education:

The American national security apparatus is very large and unfathomably complex?. It has many departments and subunits that, one supposes, would not survive a top-to-bottom overhaul. This feeds on itself as individual actors, despairing of ever being able to make sense of it all, create their own little ad hoc bits that become institutionalized as money flows toward them. Those who are good at playing the political game are drawn inward to Washington. Those who are not end up sitting in hotel lobbies in places like Manila, waiting for people like you.
If only we could have half as cogent an explanation of the Global War on Terror (GWOT, in Stephenson's acronym) from our actual leaders.

Surprisingly, the least intriguing (but still fascinating) area of the book is the computer gaming thread, the world of T'Rain, its creation and upheavals. True, without the MacGuffin of REAMDE, the rest of the events would not have been triggered. And while Stephenson does have a lot of funny, perceptive stuff to say about massive, multiplayer gaming and the fantasy novel mentality that drives much of it (see a hilarious parody of some Tolkienesque writing on page 202), this realm takes a back seat to the physical shenanigans. (Although Stephenson does pull the very clever trick of letting the virtual and real worlds bleed together at times.)

But there's one very important thematic thread that manifests subtextually in a characterological manner, and that's the necessity for attaining an understanding of, and competence in manipulating, the universe as she exists. (This theme was a major part of The Diamond Age as well.) Sokolov is a good example of this, although his universe is mainly one of kill or be killed. But every other major character itemized above exhibits this same Heinleinian competence (which of course also has a moral dimension: knowing what needs to be done, you are ethically obligated to do it). Adrift off the coast of China without fuel, Csongor, Yuxia, and Marlon rig sails from some random junk and teach themselves how use them. Zula deals with her captivity by the bad guys in a dozen ingenious ways.

But it's Richard (whose family name of Forthrast echoes both "forthright" and "wrath" in my ears) who most thoroughly embodies this way of being, and who is therefore rewarded with the ultimate confrontation with Jones—no less competent in his own inhuman fashion. Stephenson makes everything explicit on page 839:
[Richard's behavior] was probably rooted in a belief that had been inculcated in him from the get-go: that there was an objective reality, which all people worth talking to could observe and understand, and that there was no point in arguing about anything that could be so observed and so understood?. When a thunderstorm was headed your way across the prairie, you took the washing down from the line and closed the windows. It wasn't necessary to have a meeting about it. The sales force didn't have to get involved.
However desirable, this attitude necessarily involves sacrifices and a certain narrowing of vision, which might partially explain why Richard has burned through five major relationships and is currently womanless. Anyhow, he's really in love only with Zula, but he is moral enough to know he can't have her.

But, as befits a classical Shakespearian comedy, by novel's end Richard is embosomed with family once more, and several weddings loom among the scarred survivors of what will surely become a landmark among madcap, truthful thrillers exhibiting both heart and brain.

Author of several acclaimed novels and story collections, including Fractal Paisleys, Little Doors, and Neutrino Drag, Paul Di Filippo was nominated for a Sturgeon Award, a Hugo Award, and a World Fantasy Award -- all in a single year. William Gibson has called his work "spooky, haunting, and hilarious." His reviews have appeared in The Washington Post, Science Fiction Weekly, Asimov's Magazine, and The San Francisco Chronicle. Reviewer: Paul Di Filippo
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062191496
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 5/15/2012
  • Pages: 1056
  • Sales rank: 134,973
  • Product dimensions: 5.38 (w) x 7.80 (h) x 1.82 (d)

Meet the Author

Neal  Stephenson

Neal Stephenson is the author of Reamde, Anathem; the three-volume historical epic the Baroque Cycle (Quicksilver, The Confusion, and The System of the World); Cryptonomicon; The Diamond Age; Snow Crash, which was named one of Time magazine's top one hundred all-time best English-language novels; and Zodiac. He lives in Seattle, Washington.

Biography

In Neal Stephenson's 1992 novel Snow Crash, human beings can immerse themselves in a computer-generated universe, and computer viruses can infect human bodies. This blurring of the boundaries between silicon and flesh seems characteristic of Stephenson, a writer whose interests in technology and engineering are inseparable from his skills as a storyteller.

Here is a novelist who talks about the "data management problem" of writing a historical novel, and who apologizes for not responding to fan mail by explaining that he has an "irremediable numerical imbalance between outgoing and incoming bandwidth."

Indeed, Stephenson seems to have a computer metaphor for almost every aspect of the writing life, even when he's not using a computer to write. He wrote the manuscript for Quicksilver in longhand, using a fountain pen. With this slower method of putting words to paper, he explained in an interview with Tech Central Station, "It's like when you're writing, there's a kind of buffer in your head where the next sentence sits while you're outputting the last one."

"Paper," Stephenson adds, is "a really good technology."

As the author of Snow Crash, Stephenson became a cult hero to cyberpunk fans and an inspiration to Silicon Valley start-ups. His Metaverse was the Internet as cutting-edge carnival, a freewheeling digital universe where a pizza-delivery driver could become a samurai warrior. "This is cyberpunk as it ought to be, and almost never is," wrote David Barrett in New Scientist.

Stephenson followed Snow Crash with The Diamond Age, which Publishers Weekly described as "simultaneously SF, fantasy and a masterful political thriller." Stephenson then broke out of the science fiction genre with Cryptonomicon, a 928-page doorstop of a book that drew comparisons to Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow. Cryptonomicon interweaves two cryptography-themed plots, one set in the 1990s and the other during World War II. "What cyberculture needs right now is not another science-fiction novel but its first great historical novel, and Cryptonomicon is it: an intimate genealogical portrait of the 20th century's computer geeks, great and small, and of the technosocial landscape they have more and less knowingly shaped," wrote Julian Dibbell in The Village Voice.

Hefty though it is, Cryptonomicon is a quick read compared to Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, which begins with Quicksilver and continues in two more volumes, The Confusion and The System of the World.

In Quicksilver, a historical novel set in the 17th century, Stephenson explores many of the roots of modern science, mixing meditations on calculus, chemistry and cryptography with a cast of oddball characters (and many of the real-life historical figures, including Isaac Newton, turn out to be very odd indeed).

"At first it feels like Stephenson is flaunting how much time he spent at the library, but the lure of the next wisecracking history lesson becomes the most compelling reason to keep going," wrote Slate reviewer Paul Boutin.

So how did Stephenson manage all that historical data?

"I started with a bunch of notebooks, just composition books, in which I would write notes down in chronological order as I read a particular book, or what have you," he explained in an interview on his publisher's Web site.

"Those are always there, and I can go back to them and look stuff up even when it's otherwise lost. Then, I've got timelines and timetables showing what happens when in the story. I've spent a while monkeying around with three ring binders, in which I glue pages here and there trying to figure out how to sequence things. It's a big mess. It's a big pile of stationery. Many trips to the office supply store, and many failed attempts. But in the end, as long as you can keep it in your head, that's the easiest way to manage something like this. You can move things around inside your head more easily than you can shuffle papers or cross things out on a page and rewrite them."

The three-pound processor inside the author's head, as it turns out, is a really good technology.

Good To Know

Stephenson comes from a family of scientists: His father is a professor of electrical engineering, and his mother worked in a biochemistry lab. Both his grandfathers were science professors. Stephenson himself majored in geography at Boston University, because the geography department "had the coolest computers."

Stephenson co-wrote two political thrillers, Interface and The Cobweb, under the pseudonym Stephen Bury with his uncle George Jewsbury (whose own nom de plume is J. Frederick George). "The whole idea was that 'Stephen Bury' would be a successful thriller writer and subsidize my pathetic career under the name Neal Stephenson," he told Locus magazine. "It ended up going the other way. I would guess most of the people who have bought the Stephen Bury books have done so because they know I've written them. It just goes to show there's no point in trying to plan your career."

In the Beginning... Was the Command Line, Stephenson's book-length essay on computer operating systems, complains that graphical user interfaces distort the user's understanding of computer operations. On his current Web site, Stephenson dubs the essay "badly obsolete" and notes: "For the last couple of years I have been a Mac OX user almost exclusively."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Stephen Bury (co-author pseudonym, with J. Frederick George)
    2. Hometown:
      Seattle, Washington
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 31, 1959
    2. Place of Birth:
      Fort Meade, Maryland
    1. Education:
      B.A., Boston University, 1981
    2. Website:

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Reamde

A Novel
By Neal Stephenson

William Morrow

Copyright © 2011 Neal Stephenson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780061977961


Chapter One

THE FORTHRAST FARM
Northwest Iowa
Thanksgiving

Richard kept his head down. Not all those cow pies were frozen,
and the ones that were could turn an ankle. He'd limited his
baggage to a carry on, so the size 11's weaving their way among
the green brown mounds were meshy black cross-trainers that you
could practically fold in half and stuff into a pocket. He could have
gone to Walmart this morning and bought boots. The reunion,
however, would have noticed, and made much of, such an extravagance.
Two dozen of his relatives were strung out in clumps along the
barbed-wire fence to his right, shooting into the ravine or reloading.
The tradition had started as a way for some of the younger boys to
blow off steam during the torturous wait for turkey and pie. In the
old days, once they'd gotten back to Grandpa's house from Thanksgiving
church service and changed out of their miniature coats and
ties, they would burst out the doors and sprint half a mile across the
pasture, trailed by a few older men to make sure that matters didn't
get out of hand, and shoot .22s and Daisies down into the crick.
Now grown up with kids of their own, they showed up for the reunion
with shotguns, hunting rifles, and handguns in the backs of their
The fence was rusty, but its posts of Osage orange wood were
unrotted. Richard and John, his older brother, had put it up forty
years ago to keep livestock from straying down into the crick. The
stream was narrow enough that a grown man could cross it with a
stride, but cattle were not made for striding, or bred for intelligence,
and could always contrive some way to get themselves into terrible
straits along its steep, crumbling banks. The same feature made it
an ideal firing range. Summer had been dry and autumn cold, so the
crick was running low under a paper-thin glaze of ice, and the bank
above it threw up gouts of loose dirt wherever it stopped a bullet.
This made it easy for the shooters to correct their aim. Through his
ear protectors, Richard could hear the voices of helpful onlookers:
"You're about three inches low. Six inches to the right." The boom
of the shotguns, the snap of the .22s, and the pow, pow, pow of the
semiautomatic handguns were reduced to a faint patter by the
electronics in the hearing protectors—hard-shell earmuffs with volume
knobs sticking out of them—which he'd stuffed into his bag yesterday,
almost as an afterthought.
He kept flinching. The low sun shone in the face of a two hundred
foot tall wind turbine in the field across the crick, and its blades cast
long scything shadows over them. He kept sensing the sudden onrush
of a bar of darkness that flicked over him without effect and went on
its way to be followed by another and another. The sun above blinking
on and off with each cut of a blade. This was all new. In his younger
days, it had only been the grain elevators that proved the existence
of a world beyond the horizon; but now they had been supplanted
and humbled by these pharaonic towers rearing their heads above
the prairie, the only thing about this landscape that had ever been
capable of inspiring awe. Something about their being in motion, in a
place where everything else was almost pathologically still, seized the
attention; they always seemed to be jumping out at you from behind
corners.
Despite the wind, the small muscles of his face and scalp—the
parents of headaches—were relaxed for the first time since he had
come back to Iowa. When he was in the public spaces of the reunion,
the lobby of the Ramada, the farmhouse, the football game in the
side yard—he always felt that all eyes were on him. It was different
here, where one had to attend to one's weapons, to make sure that
the barrels were always pointed across the barbed wire. When Richard
was seen, it was during terse, one-on-one conversations, spoken
DIS-TINCT-LY through ear protection.
Younger relations, rookie in-laws, and shirttails called him Dick,
a name that Richard had never used because of its association, in his
youth, with Nixon. He would answer to Richard or to the nickname
Dodge. During the long drive here from their homes in the exurbs
of Chicago or Minneapolis or St. Louis, the parents would brief the
kids on who was who, some of them even brandishing hard copies
of the family tree and dossiers of photos. Richard was pretty sure
that when they ventured out onto Richard's branch of the family
tree—and a long, stark, forkless branch it was—they got a certain
look in their eyes that the kids could read in the rear view mirror, a
tone of voice that in this part of the country said more than words
were ever allowed to. When Richard encountered them along the
firing line, he could see as much in their faces. Some of them would
not meet his eye at all. Others met it too boldly, as if to let him know
that they were on to him.
He accepted a broken twelve gauge side-by-side from a stout
man in a camouflage hat whom he recognized vaguely as the second
husband of his second cousin Willa. Keeping his face, and the barrel
of the weapon, toward the barbed wire fence, he let them stare at
the back of his ski parka as he bit the mitten from his left hand and
slid a pair of shells into the warm barrels. On the ground several
yards out, just where the land dropped into the ravine, someone
had set up a row of leftover Halloween pumpkins, most of which
were already blasted to pie filling and fanned across the dead brown
weeds. Richard snapped the gun together, raised it, packed its butt
in snugly against his shoulder, got his body weight well forward,
and drew the first trigger back. The gun stomped him, and the base
of a pumpkin jumped up and thought about rolling away. He caught
it with the second barrel. Then he broke the weapon, snatched out
the hot shells, let them fall to the ground, and handed the shotgun
to the owner with an appreciative nod.
"You do much hunting up there at your Schloss, Dick?" asked
a man in his twenties: Willa's stepson. He said it loudly. It was hard
to tell whether this was the orange foam plugs stuffed into his ears
or sarcasm.
Richard smiled. "None at all," he replied. "Pretty much everything
in my Wikipedia entry is wrong."
The young man's smile vanished. His eyes twitched, taking
in Richard's $200 electronic hearing protectors, and then looked
down, as if checking for cow pies.
Though Richard's Wikipedia entry had been quiet lately, in
the past it had been turbulent with edit wars between mysterious
people, known only by their IP addresses, who seemed to want to
emphasize aspects of his life that now struck him as, while technically
true, completely beside the point. Fortunately this had all happened
after Dad had become too infirm to manipulate a mouse, but
it didn't stop younger Forthrasts.
Richard turned around and began to mosey back the way he
had come. Shotguns were not really his favorite. They were
relegated to the far end of the firing line. At the near end, beside a
motorcade of hastily parked SUVs, eight and ten year old children,
enveloped in watchful grown-ups, maintained a peppery fusillade
from bolt-action .22s.
Directly in front of Richard was a party of five men in their
late teens and early twenties, orbited by a couple of aspirant fifteen
year olds. The center of attention was an assault rifle, a so-called
black gun, military style, no wood, no camouflage, no pretense that
it was made for hunting. The owner was Len, Richard's first cousin
once removed, currently a grad student in entomology at the
University of Minnesota. Len's red, wind-chapped hands were gripping
an empty thirty-round magazine. Richard, flinching every so often
when a shotgun went off behind him, watched Len force three
cartridges into the top of the magazine and then hand it to the young
man who was currently in possession of the rifle. Then he stepped
around behind the fellow and talked him patiently through the
process of socketing the magazine, releasing the bolt carrier, and
flipping off the safety.
Richard swung wide behind them and found himself passing
through a looser collection of older men, some relaxing in
collapsible chairs of camo-print fabric, others firing big old hunting
rifles. He liked their mood better but sensed—and perhaps he was
being too sensitive—that they were a little relieved when he kept
on walking.
He only came to the reunion every two or three years. Age and
circumstance had afforded him the luxury of being the family
genealogist. He was the compiler of those family trees that the moms
unfurled in the SUVs. If he could get their attention for a few
minutes, stand them up and tell them stories of the men who had
owned, fired, and cleaned some of the guns that were now speaking
out along the fence—not the Glocks or the black rifles, of course,
but the single-action revolvers, the 1911s, the burnished lever-action
.30-30s—he'd make them understand that even if what he'd done
did not comport with their ideas of what was right, it was more true
to the old ways of the family than how they were living.
But why did he even rile himself up this way?
Thus distracted, he drifted in upon a small knot of people, mostly
in their twenties, firing handguns.
In a way he couldn't quite put his finger on, these had an altogether
different look and feel from the ones who swarmed around
Len. They were from a city. Probably a coastal city. Probably West
Coast. Not L.A. Somewhere between Santa Cruz and Vancouver.
A man with longish hair, tattoos peeking out from the sleeves of
the five layers of fleece and raincoat he'd put on to defend himself
from Iowa, was holding a Glock 17 out in front of him, carefully
and interestedly pocking nine-millimeter rounds at a plastic milk
jug forty feet away. Behind him stood a woman, darker skinned
and haired than any here, wearing big heavy-rimmed glasses that
Richard thought of as Gen X glasses even though Gen X must be an
ancient term now. She was smiling, having a good time. She was in
love with the young man who was shooting.
Their emotional openness, more than their hair or clothing,
marked them as not from around here. Richard had come out of
this place with the reserved, even hard-bitten style that it seemed to
tattoo into its men. This had driven half a dozen girlfriends crazy
until he had finally made some progress toward lifting it. But, when
it was useful, he could drop it like a portcullis.
The young woman had turned toward him and thrust her pink
gloves up in the air in a gesture that, from a man, meant "Touchdown!"
and, from a woman, "I will hug you now!" Through a smile
she was saying something to him, snapped into fragments as the
earmuffs neutralized a series of nine-millimeter bangs.
Richard faltered.
A precursor of shock came over the girl's face as she realized he
isn't going to remember me. But in that moment, and because of that
look, Richard knew her. Genuine delight came into his face. "Sue!"
he exclaimed, and then—for sometimes it paid to be the family
genealogist—corrected himself: "Zula!" And then he stepped
forward and hugged her carefully. Beneath the layers, she was bone
slender, as always. Strong though. She pulled herself up on tiptoe to
mash her cheek against his, and then let go and bounced back onto
the heels of her huge insulated boots.
He knew everything, and nothing, about her. She must be in
her middle twenties now. A couple of years out of college. When
had he last seen her?
Probably not since she had been in college. Which meant that,
during the handful of years that Richard had absentmindedly
neglected to think about her, she had lived her entire life.
In those days, her look and her identity had not extended much
beyond her back story: an Eritrean orphan, plucked by a church mission
from a refugee camp in the Sudan, adopted by Richard's sister,
Patricia, and her husband, Bob, re-orphaned when Bob went on the
lam and Patricia died suddenly. Readopted by John and his wife,
Alice, so that she could get through high school.
Richard was ransacking his extremely dim memories of John
and Alice's last few Christmas letters, trying to piece together the
rest. Zula had attended college not far away—Iowa State? Done
something practical—an engineering degree. Gotten a job, moved
somewhere.
"You're looking great!" he said, since it was time to say something,
and this seemed harmless.
"So are you," she said.
He found this a little off-putting, since it was such transparent
BS. Almost forty years ago, Richard and some of his friends had
been bombing down a local road on some ridiculous teenaged quest
and found themselves stuck behind a slow driving farmer. One of
them, probably with the assistance of drugs, had noticed a
similarity—which, once pointed out, was undeniable—between
Richard's wide, ruddy cliff of a face and the back end of the red pickup
truck ahead of them. Thus the nickname Dodge. He kept wondering
when he was going to develop the aquiline, silver-haired good looks of the men
in the prostate medication ads on their endless seaplane junkets and fly
fishing idylls. Instead he was turning out
to be an increasingly spready and mottled version of what he had
been at thirty-five. Zula, on the other hand, actually was looking
great. Black/Arab with an unmistakable dash of Italian. A
spectacular nose that in other families and circumstances would have
gone under the knife. But she'd figured out that it was beautiful
with those big glasses perched on it. No one would mistake her for a
model, but she'd found a look. He could only conjecture what style
pheromones Zula was throwing off to her peers, but to him it was
a sort of hyperspace-librarian, girl-geek thing that he found clever
and fetching without attracting him in a way that would have been
creepy.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted September 23, 2011

    Remember how some authors like to get paid for their work?

    It's pretty crazy, but in this modern age some authors still expect to get money in exchange for writing a one thousand page book for you to enjoy. Scoundrels! Also, I'm about half way through the book and so far it's fantastic. Any Neal Stephenson fans reading this, it's well worth the 17 dollars(which is less then half the cover price and you can buy it from your couch at home without paying for shipping or having to wait for it to be shipped).

    12 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 8, 2011

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    Worth the effort

    The size of this book is going to turn some people off. The depth of this book might do in some more, but it is exactly these things that keep Neal Stephenson fans coming back and spending a lot of time getting through them. When people see me carry this massive doorstop around (and seriously, this thing could be used as a murder weapon) they would inevitably ask me about it and the author. I would always start off by saying Stephenson writes science fiction, but then I would immediately backtrack. He writes fiction that is heavily involved with science, but not spaceships and aliens. Rather it is the cutting edge technology that infuses our lives today. But then he layers in history and philosophy in such fresh ways that it keeps me thinking about it for years to come.

    As for the size of the book, it includes every aspect of the narrative in such subtle layers the story just organically builds from one level to the next. The whole time it gentle ratchets up the tension to reach one thrilling climax. What is most enjoyable of his work is the sheer amount of knowledge he lays on the reader without once relying on gratuitous explanatory text, rather he just seamlessly blends in detail descriptions and factual references into the action. One character doesn't understand something and the expert character explains it in a very concise and clear manner. The opposite of most medical TV shows where one Doctor will explain the most basic things to another (really for the audience). Honestly I would really enjoy the other Doctor on the show to say something like "No shoot Sherlock, I went to medical school too."

    This book starts out as a family drama, moves to a Russian mob story, then to a computer hacker plot, then to a terrorist attack, all building to a showdown in the mountains. I really loved as I started getting to the end and all the main players, both good and bad, were all converging together from all possible angles for the showdown of all showdowns. You could sense it coming and the pages flew by until you get the gun battle. A lot of reviewers have focused on this 150 page plus scene but it is worth it as you get to see every character reach their story's conclusion. There is no I wonder what happened to moments at all; Stephenson covers it all.

    I am giving this 4.5 stars only because I accept this just won't be for all people. Generally 5 star means that I think if you do not like this book then there is something wrong with you. 4 stars mean I really love this book but get it that some people will not. Reamde is an amazing techno-thriller that is well worth your time investment. It is the only thing which holds me back, it is that time investment. Most books I read I know I could just gut it out and be done in a day, with Stephenson I have to accept that I cannot do this. I have to commit to several good days reading and accept all the other books I cannot read at the same time. Much like Phoebe making all the cookie varieties so they won't feel bad about being left out, Stephenson is committing to just the one variety once and a while.

    10 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 26, 2011

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    This is an exciting international thriller

    Peter saw an opportunity to make some fast cash. However, he handed the Russian mafia a virus infected thumb drive that was destroying their encrypted data base. Ivanov the customer is unhappy but wants more than just his money back and his files freed; he wants to scatter Peter's remains across the states before his comrades learn what happened and scatters his.

    His girlfriend Zula takes him from their home in Seattle to her black sheep Uncle Richard's farm in Iowa. When Nixon was president, Richard fled to British Columbia to avoid the draft; there he became a millionaire smuggling marijuana into Idaho. Years later with Carter amnesty, Richard used his money to create his remote "farm" in which his niece and her boyfriend visit him. However, his biggest success since he stopped trafficking is T'Rain multiplayer virtual game; that is until now, as hackers in China have deployed the REAMDE virus that encrypts a player's electronic files until remittance is made to release them.

    This is an exciting international thriller starring two black sheep and the woman who connects them. The story line travels the globe while containing engaging spins and a horde of characters from many points around the world. Although at times the subplots go seemingly forever nowhere, overall readers will enjoy the adventures of Zula and the two rogues in her life.

    Harriet Klausner

    10 out of 20 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 24, 2011

    return to straight tone - great

    so nice to see Stephenson writing so directly again. I am taking a stab at anathem, also, and the artifice he writes there inflects and makes artificial, to my ear, the prose. This book has the direct tone of Snow Crash, freeing Stephenson for the great observational character I like so much from him.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2011

    Best Action novel I've read

    Maybe less cerebral then his "Crytonomicon", but much more fun. Would great ensemble cast movie as the great characters scatter and re hook-up. Think of "24" type story, but instead of Jack Bauer you have a bunch of unique type characters that are just thrown together.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2011

    A brick of machine code

    REAMDE was a tipping point for me - I (finally) get the worth of ebooks - this 1000 page book is too heavy to comfortably hold and a bear to lug in a bookbag!

    Stephenson, who has previously delighted with imaginative storytelling and enlightening, informative digressions has phoned-in this slogging exercise written with machine code detail that hobbels the pacing of his story by highlighting every 'nail' that holds it together. This is a 400 page story suffering from egregious bloat. If you are imagining a parade of digressive delights bulk this story, like in CRYPTONOMICON, you will be disappointed.

    In a story employing elements like a cuckoo Russian Mafia Lord, Jihadists, MMORPGs, a gang of Chinese computer virus-extortionists and a cute, punkish chinese street hustler, you might imagine this to be another of Stephenson's inspired romps. I did. Not this time.

    I have one large bone to pick with his plotting. In the early pages of the story, a computer virus called REAMDE inadvertently fouls a sale of stolen financial computer files to a Russian Mobster. This is what sets the whole plot in motion. The Seller of the stolen info, his recent ex-Girlfriend and the go-between for the Mobster frantically try to pay the $73 USD ransom the REAMDE virus requires for it to supply a "key" to free-up the illicit files before the Mobster arrives from Canada.

    So the plot hinges upon a $73 payoff to unlock precious data. But when the Mobster descends upon the trio, interrupting their efforts to acquire the REAMDE key, suddenly the payoff is forgotten in favor of everyone getting on a chartered jet to China to somehow find the malefactor who initiated the virus and kill him. So we're deciding here: do we pay the $73 or charter a jet and run off to China. Hummm...

    Now in my mind, paying $73 bucks and waiting to see if they send a key that unlocks the virus is better than just running off to China to try and find some stranger running a low-ball viral shakedown. It's about getting the financial data unlocked - that's where the money is. While the Russian is painted as a bit unhinged, that doesn't cover "stupid," which, under these circumstances, seems like the pill we readers are being asked to swallow.

    Think about it - if the virus-plotter didn't quickly release the keys to unlock the virus upon payment - THEN WHO WOULD PAY HIM? News that paying REAMDE's ransom didn't free virus-locked files would be posted on message boards and very quickly people would stop paying - so the efficient collection of ransom money and forwarding the "key" in return would be integral to the virus scheme's success.

    Apart from this (and a few other insane co-incidences like an international terrorist cell living right upstairs from the REAMDE gang) Stephenson has meticulously worked out the details of his story. This novel is more Prius than Mini. Like a Prius, a lot of thought and intelligence has been focused on getting it all to work right, it's just the sum of all the effort is kind of dull.

    3 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 17, 2011

    So good I ordered the hardback before I finished the Nook version!

    Not only did I order the hardback so I could lend it to people, I went back and started it over immediately after finishing it - something I've never done before. The time I've spent in EQ and WoW contributed a lot to my enjoyment of the in-game action and background, but the mix of action and insights into people and processes would have been enough to make it a great book.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 4, 2011

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    Supremely enjoyable, instantly forgettable.

    Neal Stephenson has written books that will stretch your mind and make you wake up in the middle of the night years later as your subconscious continues to work through their implications. Most of these books are also funny, gripping page-turners that will deprive you from sleep until you finish them. This is Stephenson's first book that's a member only of the second category. It reads like a screenplay of a really good summer action movie for a smart audience with clever dialogue and awesome special effects -- and a few days after you finish it, you won't remember any of it. If you're a Stephenson fan, you've already bought it and read it. If you're not (yet) a fan, you might actually be more impressed with some of his earlier work. I would hate for a new reader to enjoy Reamde and then pass on Cryptonomicon because you get the mistaken impression that the author is gifted with an awesome command of English but hasn't got much worth saying in it. He's actually a writer whose work will be read decades from now by people who want to understand us and our times better.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2011

    Random is not complexity

    350 pages in and the story has degraded to an unending series of flashes with no apparent trend towards point of the story; it is like reading a novel by strobe light.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2011

    Not my favorite

    I have the patience to read 900 page books when the story needs to be that long. However, this book got so convoluted with characters and plot twists that it seems Stephenson was merely going for page count with this one. The long descriptions of landscapes droned on to where I found myself skipping paragraphs to get to what was happening next. If I were to recommend a Stephenson book to someone, it wouldn't be REAMDE.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 6, 2011

    Good thriller - Disappointing Stephenson

    I've always come away from a Stephenson novel with the desire to learn more about some aspect of the work: virtual reality, nanotech, cryptology, geometry, banking and finance(???) among other things. Not the case here. While I did enjoy the novel well enough it became clear fairly early on how it would end. It became a question of how all the pieces would come together - something with which he did an admirable job ***SPOILER***(perhaps with the exception of the deus ex catamount.)

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 4, 2011

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    It sucked me in right at the start

    I was very happy to hear about a Neal Stephenson book in the style of Snow Crash. At 160 pages in I find I can't sleep or do anything else but read this book. Enjoy.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2012

    reams of text doesn't make a fulfilling story

    I have read other Stephenson stories (Cryptonomicon, The Diamond Age) and enjoyed them. However, reaMdE was a disappointment. It was like Tron cross-bred with Jason Bourne, but lacking an overall idea what it all meant. The fascinating beginning involving the multi-player game T'Rain and the reaMdE virus that was infecting and subverting that world seemed like the start of a really interesting story.
    Then....Stephenson turns the focus on a band of Jihadists and the rest of the story seems designed for NRA gun aficionados. Excessive numbers of pages are devoted to detailed descriptions of the gun and martial arts battles (standard fare in today's movies, which I'd hoped to avoid in more literate matter). The master hacker gets carried along in all this Jason Bourne action-movie storyline and even meets T'Rain's master Richard. But, at the end, nothing of his role as virus maker, his possible future or relationship with the main character, Richard Forthrast, is ever resolved. In effect, it seems like two separate stories, each incomplete, and neither one with a large vision -- just another action pic. It should satisfy the "Dark Knight Rises" crowd, but doesn't really provide much of substance, notwithstanding its loose ends.
    In summary: borrow it from your local library, but don't waste your "red gold" on this one.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2012

    Modern day escapism

    Great way to escape at the end of a long day, like watching a James Bond or Indiana Jones movie. A present day setting, realistic characters and situations thrown together in an extreme way for a rollercoaster ride that took several nights to get through.

    Enough Stephenson to reward you with a well thought out story with continuity, description and twists and turns. I didn't have to look up as much as I did during the Barouqe trilogy, therefore a much quicker and easier read.

    To the reviewer who got hung up on the $73 ransom, you totally missed the point.

    To the reviewer hung up on the violence, it fit the context of the adventure that Stephenson was trying to craft. He didn't dwell on it, but was required to remove certain characters from the plot to get to his desired ending.

    To the reviewer and others who thought reamde was a cheap ploy to get us to read the book, not the case at all. The readme.txt or readme.nfo file, is a file that is often included with software or file packages to give the user an overview, release notes, instruction, etc. Hackers and virus writers typically plant their payload in files that are named and spelled a certain way as to attract the sloppy clicker. Often misspelling or changing a character or two in the infected file to fool the human mind into taking the bait. Hacking and the computer virus scam was a major plot device hence it's inclusion as the story's title.

    Who would have thought a story with terrorists, chinese gold farmers, Russian organized crime, an MMORPG, British spys, navy seal-esque lone wolf with a one man agenda, pennies make dollars virtual scam, off the grid militia men, billionaires, iowa farmboys, a Mensa-smart american raised refugee and a mountain lion would make a good story? Stephenson did and so did I after I finished the ride.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2011

    Boring

    Got about half way thru and had to quit.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2011

    Highly entertaining, though not his best

    Reminded me of one of those epic adventure dreams I used to have when I was young...heightened color, slow-motion choreography of gun battles and pursuit of and by ruthless criminals, fractal detail wherever I looked. But it left some loose ends, and the two main story lines which literally started their conjoined life in an explosion seemed to lose strength as the adventure unwound.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2011

    A good book - but not one of Neal's best

    Several of Neal Stephenson's books are quite hard going, and all the more rewarding for that. This one is a fairly easy read, but probably best described as engrossing but shallow.

    From many other authors, REAMDE would have been worth five stars, but this is not from another author. Basically, I was disappointed. Unlike, say Cryptonomicom, or The Baroque Cycle, or Anathem, it didn't engage my mind and I don't feel enriched by having read it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 26, 2011

    Why ebook price is high

    Ebook price is $s per kilogram of substance. Seriously, the price is high because the book is not yet available in paperback. When the paperback edition is published, the ebook price will probably come down. I'm tempted by the pricey ebook because... well it is Neal Stephenson's new book! And I cannot wait to read it. Publishers are not stupid.

    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 15, 2014

    Another great read by an author from whom I will now read everyt

    Another great read by an author from whom I will now read everything that they publish as soon as I get my hands on it.

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  • Posted November 8, 2013

    Don't let the 980 pages slow you down. Every one of them is fasc

    Don't let the 980 pages slow you down. Every one of them is fascinating. If this book has a flaw, it is that it is too short .  I could have enjoyed more elaboration as the various loose ends were set down like a neatly tied warp.

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