Assorted Snobbery: House of Leaves

Mrs. Snob knows me well and for Christmas she gifted me a book that proved to be more than just a little bit up my alley, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. Mix portions of Kafka, Nikolai Gogol and your least favorite reference book and you only begin to scratch the surface of this book. Insert a stripper named 'Thumper,' who has ink directing you to the "happiest place on earth" and you start to get a little closer. Then there was this...

"All of which he carefully loaded into a two wheel trailer which he secured to an aluminum-frame mountain bike...

...After two hours he has only managed to go

seven miles. He stops for a sip of water, puts up a neon

marker, and then after checking his watch begins ped-

aling again. Little does he understand the significance

of his offhand remark: "It seems to be getting easier."

Soon, however, he realizes there is a definate

decrease in resistance. After an hour, he no longer

needs to pedal: "This hallway seems to be on a

decline. In fact, now all I do is break." When

he finally stops for the night, the odometer

reads an incredible 163 miles."