In my life, I have probably read several thousand books and once
started, I, almost invariably, will continue on to the end. I try
to read books that I think I will enjoy and it is not all that common
that I don’t. Sometimes a book will come along that is out of the
ordinary, sometimes exceptionally good; sometimes exceptionally
bad.
Codex
is exceptionally bad; so bad I did not finish it. In fact, I only
made it about a third of the way through before deciding that I would
be better reading almost anything than this.
The back cover reads well. If you want to enjoy the book, don’t
open it. The major problem with it is the lack of anything to
actually capture your attention. The main character, Edward
Wozny, is just boring; boringly written, boringly plotted. He has
a boring life and knows boring people. He gets involved in a
“plot” that reaches new heights of inanity and irrelevance to anything
that would interest anyone in knowing anything about this
character.
The plot consists of the Wozny sorting a collection of books and
playing a fairly poor sounding video game. No really, that’s
it. That’s all that happens. To give it the benefit of the
doubt, it is only the first third of the book that I read; perhaps
something else happens. But, I don’t care and neither will you.