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elementary my dear baxter
Due to life difficulties I'm trying to work reading back into my set of behaviors. Yesterday I grabbed House of Leaves off my shelf and thanks to my idiotic refusal to use a bookmark last time I took a run at it I quickly realized I was completely and utterly unable to figure out where I had left off at all. And I'm certain that I can't handle starting this thing over from the beginning again.
I feel weighed down by this book. Everyone praises it so much. Every single thing I ever hear about it tells me it's a perfect book for me, 100% a life changing experience that I absolutely must have first-hand without spoiler.
But I'm just so exhausted. It's so utterly frustrating. Every time Zampano drags on for pages and PAGES with increasingly opaque and obtuse academic analysis that rubs your face into the intended themes until its raw and bloody. Every time Johnny similarly fills pages and pages with increasingly vague and nonsensical descriptions of feelings of ambiguous dread. Every time a footnote (that I keep getting told are important and can't be just glossed over) degenerates into dense lists of names, references, and foreign languages making it feel like I'm just stupidly reading pointless white noise that adds absolutely nothing at all to my comprehension. Especially every time Johnny meets some random attractive woman and in what seems like five minutes things degenerate into a completely unprovoked sex scene.
Every time this stuff happens I tear my hair out and wonder when the hell any of this repetitive pretentious overwrought nonsense is going to go somewhere.
The book can be intriguing when the story of the family in the creepy house is allowed a few pages to let loose, but even then it's not even close to as scary as I was hoping it would be.
Honestly I'm so tempted to find a Youtube video or something that will just fucking spoil this thing for me so I can see what the point of it all is. But that feels like a personal failure, like I was too weak or too stupid to connect the dots like I'm supposed to and "get it".
I feel weighed down by this book. Everyone praises it so much. Every single thing I ever hear about it tells me it's a perfect book for me, 100% a life changing experience that I absolutely must have first-hand without spoiler.
But I'm just so exhausted. It's so utterly frustrating. Every time Zampano drags on for pages and PAGES with increasingly opaque and obtuse academic analysis that rubs your face into the intended themes until its raw and bloody. Every time Johnny similarly fills pages and pages with increasingly vague and nonsensical descriptions of feelings of ambiguous dread. Every time a footnote (that I keep getting told are important and can't be just glossed over) degenerates into dense lists of names, references, and foreign languages making it feel like I'm just stupidly reading pointless white noise that adds absolutely nothing at all to my comprehension. Especially every time Johnny meets some random attractive woman and in what seems like five minutes things degenerate into a completely unprovoked sex scene.
Every time this stuff happens I tear my hair out and wonder when the hell any of this repetitive pretentious overwrought nonsense is going to go somewhere.
The book can be intriguing when the story of the family in the creepy house is allowed a few pages to let loose, but even then it's not even close to as scary as I was hoping it would be.
Honestly I'm so tempted to find a Youtube video or something that will just fucking spoil this thing for me so I can see what the point of it all is. But that feels like a personal failure, like I was too weak or too stupid to connect the dots like I'm supposed to and "get it".
