"ok. i have some ranting to do about the demonic book entitled "Walden Two" and i felt this was the best place to do it.
i knew i would hate this book the moment i heard the title. i have conclusively concluded that nothing with "walden" in the title can be a good thing. and thus began my odyssey of torture. most unfortunately, the first few chapters of the book were the best simply because i felt the possibility that maybe this sequel to the book from hell might not be as bad. i hoped it might actually turn out ok. my temporary optimism was quickly diminished as the book took a turn to the world of eternal drone. all they did the entire book was talk! nothing happened! it was oddly reminiscent of thoreau's original work, except that this was a fictional account (thank god).
as i forced myself to slave away at this sorry excuse for a novel i began to feel more like i was taking a museum tour. towards the end, i once again felt the potential for an interesting read. skinner presented many very controversial issues but failed to keep my attention on the monotonous dialogues of his main characters. but the most upsetting part of the book by far was the end scene. as he is sitting in the train station miles away from walden two and ready to go back home, the narrator suddenly realizes, in a forced moment of revelation, that he must go back to walden two and join the community! not only does he suddenly come to this decision without any real reason but he finds a copy of thoreau's walden in some little shop.
oh my god, what a sign! can you say corny? and then, the little bitch quotes the damn thing! i had enough of thoreau last year to last me three lifetimes, and i don't want to read any part of his pointless, meandering hypocrisy ever again. and it doesn't end there. because our narrator suddenly becomes righteous and decides that he cannot hitch a ride back to walden two, so he spends three days walking back for some vague spiritual reason. seriously, if the end of this book were a pizza it would be one with EXTRA CHEESE. the rest of the book is so lacking in substance that it doesn't even deserve an analogy. and just to add insult to injury, the book does not end there. and the author has the nerve to begin the last chapter with "i wanted to end my story there". yes you should have you pathetic excuse for a novelist!!! he goes on to waste another 4 or so pages which ultimately add nothing to the book.
the saddest part about all of this is that i still would have rather rea this book than the original walden. damn you bf skinner! and especially damn you henry david thoreau!! i swear i will go to your sacred woods and urinate in walden pond if it is the last thing i do!!!
thus endeth my walden two rant. now i can go on with my life"
that made my day - i luved reading this....