I want to write a post about the intricate mental challenges I'm experiencing from reading Mark Z Danielewski's books. I had a longer one planned but upon attempting to write it, it unravelled.
I read House Of Leaves while living in London (Goldfish has my copy at the moment -- may God have mercy on her as she reads it). It was a life-changing experience -- and not in a book-by-the-Dalai-Lama kind of way. It wasn't empowering, or liberating. It didn't leave me feeling triumphant, hollow, happy, sad, informed or any of the other feelings that many successful books bring to readers. But I felt changed by it.
Right now I'm going through his latest book, Only Revolutions, and I find it challenging in its seemingly endless layers of depth.
I read House Of Leaves while living in London (Goldfish has my copy at the moment -- may God have mercy on her as she reads it). It was a life-changing experience -- and not in a book-by-the-Dalai-Lama kind of way. It wasn't empowering, or liberating. It didn't leave me feeling triumphant, hollow, happy, sad, informed or any of the other feelings that many successful books bring to readers. But I felt changed by it.
Right now I'm going through his latest book, Only Revolutions, and I find it challenging in its seemingly endless layers of depth.
So I'm captivated and slightly obsessed. Right this second it's making me reconsider my understanding and approach to the concept of TIME[1].
And I want to decode the whole thing.
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But Tez is going to set one up for me.