THIS BOOK.
This book is just indescribable…I have read it and re-read it probably ten times, and each time I find something new, something I forgot, something that stays with me..
It is one of the most unique books I’ve ever read and I would recommend it to everyone.
“This is not for you.”
This book. All my feels for this book. It’s frustrating and moving and it turns heads when you read it on the train. There is so much meat to it, and every time I pencil a new note in the margin or find some new reference, I wonder of part of the joke isn’t on me, trying to analyze something that intentionally seeks to defy interpretation, that questions our reasons for explaining art. There truly isn’t another book like it.
I wrote down a description of HoL for a friend once…
It’s a novel about a book about a book about a documentary that doesn’t exist. It’s about that feeling you get when you’re in the basement in the dark and you’re turning to go back upstairs and you get that prickling feeling between your shoulderblades, like something’s there and if you look it’ll be real so you don’t but you sprint up the stairs anyway.
It’s also a love story.
And now I’ll add to that: it might be a total parody of literary criticism, as well. Would that I had the time to read it again.
Magnificent piece of literature.
we are Mike, a terminal of humanity.