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JDatE Errata

by David Wong

A special thanks to the eagle-eyed readers who spotted these errors for me. All will be corrected in time for the next printing of John Dies at the End. Those who already own a copy can make the corrections yourself with a pen:

  • On page 33 John and Dave take a trip to the Capital of the United States, in “Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.” The capital of the United States is actually in Washington, D.C., in the United States.
  • On page 67 John refers to Fr4nk as a “cyborg” but Fr4nk doesn’t have any living tissue, so technically he is just a robot and not a cyborg.
  • On pages 76 through 244 Dave refers to John as “Jim,” which was the character’s original name up until the second revision. During that same span John refers to Dave as “Baron Von Rapemissile.”
  • On page 306 Grimfuzzle the Troll King, to thank David for saving his kingdom, grants David eternal life. Just six pages later, David is killed. In the next edition instead of eternal life Grimfuzzle will give David three hundred dollars.
  • On page 393, during the novel’s finale, John is depicted as stealing a submarine, the Seawolf-class nuclear sub SSN 23. He then uses the sub to win a war against the United States and set himself up as President, resulting in a thousand-year period of peace. In reality the SSN 23 did not enter service until February of 2005, more than a year after this story takes place.

One Response to “JDatE Errata”

  1. Georgie Chaos Says:

    Salutations.

    A bit of (possible) errata of a more boring nature here. On page ten, after David finds the hand in the basement you have this line:

    “I took two steps backward, covered my hand with my mouth and tried to calm myself. ”

    Did you mean to say that David shoved his entire hand into his mouth, there? It…it doesn’t seem entirely appropriate to the situation.

    That’s where I’m up to in the story, anyhow, and it’s kicking so much fucking arse so far. Gloriously insane, and after a few pages it puts me in a frame of mind in which it’s frightfully, excitingly easy to feel as though the back of my head has somehow been opened with a hinge and has started flapping loose while bits of the world come in and out as they please.

    Thanks very much for writing it, and leaving it where it can be found.

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