House of Leaves is an editor’s nightmare.
I love it. It’s a jumble of narratives, strange font choices and jarring shifts between them, footnotes that ramble on for several pages, and pages that suddenly switch direction as the labyrinthine house that serves as the main location for the book.
It is riddled with grammatical errors, and seems utterly nonsensical to anyone who picks the book up and flips through it, hoping to find some semblance of sanity within the pages. In short, it is everything that a novel about an eldritch abomination should be.
I recently finished reading the book, and I must say that while it was one of the most dense reads of all time, it was incredibly satisfying to be able to put the book down and know that it was complete. There’s nothing beyond the text whatsoever. There is nothing behind me, growling in my ears now that I’ve completed the book.
In short, read the book if you’re looking for psychological horror. It’s not a quick read, but it will definitely make you think.
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Also, if you’re living alone in a rural area, there’s a possibility it’ll inspire you to sleep with all doors open and lights on for a week. Or three.
Yes, that’s a possible side effect, though I could list thirty pages of footnotes about the things that AREN’T side effects of reading this book…