House of Leaves - Initial Thoughts
When I was a kid, I shared a bedroom with my brother. It was on the second floor of our family's two-story Cape Cod, at the end of a long hallway. In some ways, it was the best bedroom of the four in the house: large, with plenty of closet space and windows arranged so that, morning or afternoon, the whole thing was bathed in a pleasant diffusion of sunlight. As if that wasn't enough, out bedroom also harbored a secret, a tall, thin door tucked away in the far corner, between the closet and the wall, which led to a storage room we called 'the attic', despite it not being an attic. It was, I believe, just something that was tacked on to provide some extra space for clutter. But to my child brain, it was a gateway to an infinite number of magical worlds. It represented something hidden, yet accessible. So, it has finally come to this. I've grown so bored at work that I have decided (at last!) to delve into the Ulyssean tome that is House of Leaves by Mark Danielew...