So there’s this book called House of Leaves, right? And it’s a horror novel. And it’s the opposite of PG. And it’s got a lot of layers. Like, a LOT of layers. It is, simply put, the retroactive book made from one guy’s transcription of and comments on an academic-style analytical essay about a documentary. That documentary being The Navidson Record, which may or may not exist. Added onto this are not one but two appendices, neither of which I have viewed yet. And this is not to mention the cyphers and secrets the book’s author, Mark Z. Danielewski, has hidden within the text.
So, anyway, is this what hyperfixation feels like?
It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language — Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
Aug 11, 2024
And it’s a horror novel.
And it’s the opposite of PG.
And it’s got a lot of layers. Like, a LOT of layers.
It is, simply put, the retroactive book made from one guy’s transcription of and comments on an academic-style analytical essay about a documentary. That documentary being The Navidson Record, which may or may not exist.
Added onto this are not one but two appendices, neither of which I have viewed yet. And this is not to mention the cyphers and secrets the book’s author, Mark Z. Danielewski, has hidden within the text.
So, anyway, is this what hyperfixation feels like?