More horror than parody, I had expected TBIFOS:SDDTI (Okay I'm never using that again) to run somewhat similar to John Dies at the End (or the wonderf...moreMore horror than parody, I had expected TBIFOS:SDDTI (Okay I'm never using that again) to run somewhat similar to John Dies at the End (or the wonderful JDATE) in terms of its comedy and insanity. Instead, it's more the 28 Weeks Later to JDATE's 28 Days Later. That's not a condemnation mind you, it's just written more as a light zombie-like story rather than a whirlwind of literary chaos.
The humor is centered mainly in the narration than in the plot itself (aside from Benny Hill-style attempts by the characters to rescue one another), so jokes are delivered in a stream-of-consciousness way similar to many Cracked articles. Strangely, it remains that way until the ending, which drove me into laughing fits and concerning my landlord to my state of health. Anything that makes my landlord concerned gets extra points from me.
Even though it was a light read, it was gripping to the point where I lost sleep, so if you're looking for bags under your eyes or reading under your sheets with a flashlight like it's sleepover camp, well there's that.(less)
**spoiler alert** As tired as I am of the zombie subsection of the "humans are the real monsters" horror genre, I was extraordinarily pleased to see m...more**spoiler alert** As tired as I am of the zombie subsection of the "humans are the real monsters" horror genre, I was extraordinarily pleased to see my main gripe with survivalist circle-jerks addressed. I get into frequent arguments with fans of zombie-themed works (more often than I should) concerning the original George Romero criticism pointing out that as comfortable as we all are in our society, many of us would turn on each other the moment disaster begins its approach. Ultimately, I have the strong suspicion that if you watch and become exited by the movie trailer for something like World War Z, you will make me nervous and uncomfortable.
The compendium took ages to get there, but I felt immediate relief when Rick addressed this point after having a decision he made needlessly putting his family over the good of the group result in someone dying. What follows is this beautiful stoppage of time and display of character growth in which we all come upon the realization that any group of people, at a theoretical level, is supposed to benefit the lives of its members. There is no such thing as dead weight, no Mexican standoffs as everyone turns on each other for their own selfish demands. There is only assistance. This point is so often lost in most survival horror stories, instead implicitly condoning a creed to do whatever it takes to survive, because that's the only thing that matters.
Survival for the individual (or family) is not the sole priority. Survival for humanity is.
Hey! The copy I got from Amazon came autographed! Either that or one of the guys in the warehouse played a mean prank, imitating Kurt Braunohler or so...moreHey! The copy I got from Amazon came autographed! Either that or one of the guys in the warehouse played a mean prank, imitating Kurt Braunohler or something.
Upon finishing Ravenna Gets, I audibly yelped and launched the book across the crowded Panera Bread I was sitting in, purely as a self-defense measure. I chastised the folks that stared at me, telling them "If you've never gotten this sort of reaction from a book, you need to read better things."(less)
This was tough. This was one of the most difficult reads I've ever encountered. I finished, yet could not take relief, knowing I would have to go back...moreThis was tough. This was one of the most difficult reads I've ever encountered. I finished, yet could not take relief, knowing I would have to go back. Of course I would, just like Navy, I always go back. Given my mental state at the end, I do not look forward to this.
There's an academic fascination/comedy with the prefix meta-. Metahumor, metafiction, Meta Knight, it's all silly and intriguing. This is all of that. It's meta-everything. It's a satire about academia. It's a critique of horror. It's a frightening comedy full of drama. It is everything. It is nothing. It even bloody mentions that those in the book that read on the subject exhibit signs of mental duress.
House of Leaves, the book, changes its shape and style to reflect the subject it discusses. The chapter discussing the concept of "labyrinth" is the most difficult thing to get through ever since I started pretending James Joyce never existed. But it's supposed to be that way. Did you think a labyrinth was easy to navigate? Navy-gate. I might be on to something here.
I have no idea what I just read. I have every idea what I just read.
"...this great blue world of ours is a house of leaves moments before the wind" (less)