a new adventure from the stacks

Last night I finally finished House of Leaves. I liked Navidson's story, and I wish it had just been that narrative; I didn't mind Zampano so much, but Johnny Truant's interjections and long-winded stories about hookers and insanity just felt like academic masturbation in three-page footnotes. The only thing I liked about him were his mother's letters. … Continue reading a new adventure from the stacks