Always One Step Behind

the one thing that pisses me off about House of Leaves is that that play where the Minotaur is actually a disabled and disfigured son locked up in the labyrinth, as sweet and intelligent as he is despairing, focusing on King Minos slowly realizing his son has never been the problem and that this child he scorned as a beast is the most human a being can be, and just as he was on the verge of figuring out how to undo his own lies and bring his son into the sunlight, he doomed his son to death at the hands of a drunken thug proclaiming to look for glory, isn't real. it's not a real play! wha tthe fuck!!!!

I feel like when criticising places for not being wheelchair accessable enough, we need to drag House of Leaves into it more. "Oh you're telling me this place is LESS wheelchair accessable than the house on Ashtree Lane?? Wheelchair users can get into the five and a half minute hallway but not your place of business? Are you less accesability focused than an unknowable, infinite, hostile physical anomaly? Get a fucking ramp."

Why do they call it the house of leaves if it's like, famously hard to leaves it...

I have no house and I must leaves

Funniest possible way to read house of leaves is to read a bunch of academic texts about the book without ever reading the book itself. There weren't enough layers of narrative separation between me and that fucking house so I had to build my own

The copy of the book House of Leaves that Navidson brings into the actual house of leaves is 736 pages but the copy of the book that I am reading about this in is 706 and that’s because the book is bigger on the inside of the book