i just realized that my reading frenzy came to a halt with house of leaves. though i have read a couple books since, i haven’t been compelled to write reactions to them because i’ve been i’ve been stuck on needing to post a reaction to house of leaves.
in the spirit of my new ‘little things’ mentality, suffice it to say that it was a difficult read, and not one that i especially appreciated the merits of. i actually read through about five pages of a fifteen or twenty-page footnote which consisted entirely of building names before i decided that i was not going to take anything away from actually reading the whole thing and just skipped it all together. i mean, i get the effect he was going for with that, a kind of absurdist academic text written by some crazy, old, shut-in man as interpreted by a sex, drug and alcohol-addled tattoo apprentice who at times inexplicably writes like a, well, writer.
so in short, (too late) if frustration was what danielewski aimed for, he hit it spot on.
