I was thrilled to see Mark Z. Danielewski’s House of Leaves listed on Holons in the culture section as a Turquoise or Integral altitude work of art. I read it for the first time about 6 years ago when I was in high school and it dazzled me completely with its complexity, brilliance and sheer beauty. Reading the book was one of the most important experiences I have had with a book or any other piece of art, and I was so thankful to have found it. Everyone I’ve shared the book with has loved it, and my copies keep going missing when I let friends and family borrow them, a testament to its greatness, I’d say. It’s a supernova of a novel, unlike any other and pushing the boundaries of the medium.
I’ve recommended House of Leaves countless times, but you don’t have to take my word for it now. I-I gave it a plug and dharmapop icon Stuart Davis has been recommending it, though he finds it a bit over-written. Maybe he hasn’t caught on to that being the intent yet, a move that Ken Wilber’s Boomeritis shenanigans reminded me of later.
Mark’s next novel, Only Revolutions, is to be released in September, and I am endlessly thrilled to know I’ll soon be able to read it. The premise has me very excited.
They were with us before Romeo & Juliet. And long after too. Because they’re forever around. Or so both claim, carolling gleefully:
We’re allways sixteen.
Sam & Hailey, powered by an ever-rotating fleet of cars, from Model T to Lincoln Continental, career from the Civil War to the Cold War, barrelling down through the Appalachians, up the Mississippi River, across the Badlands, finally cutting a nation in half as they try to outrace History itself.
By turns beguiling and gripping, finally worldwrecking, Only Revolutions is unlike anything ever published before, a remarkable feat of heart and intellect, moving us with the journey of two kids, perpetually of summer, perpetually sixteen, who give up everything except each other.
They were with us before Tristan & Isolde. And long after too. Because they’re forever around. Or so both claim, gleefully carolling:
We’re allways sixteen.
Hailey & Sam, powered by an ever-rotating fleet of cars, from Shelby Mustang to Sumover Linx, careen from the Civil Rights Movement to the Iraq War, tearing down to New Orleans, up the Mississippi River, across Montana, finally cutting a nation in half as they try to outrace History itself.
By turns enticing and exhilarating, finally breathtaking, Only Revolutions is unlike anything ever conceived before, a remarkable feat of heart and intellect, moving us with the journey of two kids, perpetually of summer, perpetually sixteen, who give up everything except each other
The bleeding, starry edge is wonderful.