It's been a ridiculously long time and I haven't written anything. Why? Ultimately, because I am lazy. It's very nice to be so in tune with one's inner nature. Also, I've been trying to read several books at one time, which is not that conducive to doing anything else. Prominent among them was Wolfe's Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, which I finally finished and which was brilliant and reinforced my belief that Carolyn Adams is my hero. I also finally managed to finish House of Leaves. House of Leaves is a strange book - ultimately, it's about a filmmaker who moves into a haunted house with his family. Haunted isn't the right word to describe it. There is no spectre chasing anyone in the night. The house is simply bigger on the inside than on the outside. Eventually much bigger. And it keeps growing. Half the book is footnotes, and the several different narrators oscillate between the dubiously pretentious and the crudely vulgar. Nevertheless it's a great book.
