House of Leaves
by Mark Z. Danielewski
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Author: Mark Z. DanielewskiEdition: Paperback
Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language); English (Published)
Published: 2000-03-07
ISBN: 0375703764
Number of pages: 709
Publisher: Pantheon
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Book Reviews of House of Leaves
Book Review: A Review by Dr. Joseph Suglia
Summary: 1 Stars
A Critical Introduction to HOUSE OF LEAVES by Mark Z. Danielewski
by Dr. Joseph Suglia
Of the many attempts to communalize literature, none is more dangerous than the sway of the current ideology: the consensus, and consciousness, that writing has nothing to do with writing. You will hear readers talk about "plot" (in other words, life). You will hear them talk about the "author." But writing? Writing has nothing to do with writing. No one cares whether a book is well-written anymore.
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Mark Z. Danielewski is not very much interested in language. He cares more about graphics than he does about glyphs. No words live in his House of Leaves. It is a house of pictures, not of words. It is a house in which words only exist as blocks of physical imagery.
Allow me to cite a few not unrepresentative sentences from House of Leaves:
1.) "A hooker in silver slippers quickened by me" [296]. Danielewski, scholar, thinks that "to quicken" means "to move quickly."
2.) "Regrettably, Tom fails to stop at a sip" [320]. I convulse in agony every time I read this sentence.
3.) "Strangely then, the best argument for fact is the absolute unaffordability of fiction" [149]. The immediate context suggests that "untenability" or "improbability" is the word, not "unaffordability" (the "fact" or the factuality of the Navidson Record is demonstrated by overwhelming evidence: IRS records, credit-card statements, etc.). It may be the case that Mark Z. Danielewski is simply using the wrong word. Otherwise, he is being pretentious - that is, he is pretending to know things of which he knows nothing.
It is impossible to escape the impression that Mark Z. Danielewski does not want to be read. Noli me legere = "Do not read me." The House of Leaves is a book at which to be looked, not one that is to be read. Its sprawling typographies and fonts distract the reader from the impoverished prose.
Words are reduced to images, to pictures.
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Such infantile reductions issue from something far worse than the coronation of the idiot: literary conformism. Even stronger writers, these days, morosely submit to the prevailing consolidation of a single "literary style." A style that, of course, is no style at all. And these same writers, listlessly and lifelessly, affirm in reciprocal agreement that the construction of a well-wrought sentence isn't something worth spending time on. Or blood.
How self-complacent American writers have become! The same country that produced Herman Melville, William Faulkner, and Saul Bellow has given birth to Mark Z. Danielewski. Nothing is more hostile to art than a culture of complacency.
There was, I'm sure, something very refreshing about Charles Bukowski in the 1970s, when the vestiges of a literary academism still existed. Mr. Bukowski, I am assuming, would be dismayed to uncover the kindergarten of illiterate "literati" to which he has illegitimately given birth. His dauphin, Mark Z. Danielewski.
Weaker students of literature may feel invigorated by the Church of Literary Infantilism, yet even they know that the clergy engenders nothing sacred or profane. This explains their virulent defensiveness when anyone, such as myself, dares to write well or explore another writer's engagement with language. "Writing doesn't matter," you see. They have never luxuriated in the waters of language; they have never inhabited a world of words. Words don't interest them; people do. And literary discussions have degenerated to the level of a bluestockinged Tupperware party. If you like the main character, the book is "good." If a book is warm and friendly, that book is "good." If a book reassures you that you are not a slavering imbecile--that is to say, if you can write better than the book's "author"--that book is "good." If a book disquiets you or provokes any kind of thought whatsoever, that book is "bad." If a book has an unsympathetic main character, that book is "bad." If a book is difficult to understand, that book is "bad," and so forth and so on. Whatever exceeds the low, low, low standards of the average readership, in a word, is blithely dismissed as "bad."
Things grow even more frightening when we consider the following: These unlettered readers are quickly transforming into writers. That would be fine if they knew how to write. And if the movements of language were valued, culturally and humanly, their noxious spewings would find no foothold. The literature of challenge has been supplanted by the litter of the mob, with all of its mumbling solecisms and false enchantments. The problem with mobs, let us remind ourselves, is that they efface distinctions. They do everything in their power to make the distinguished undistinguished. And so instead of James Joyce, we have bar-brawling muscleheads (e.g. Chuck Palahniuk), simian troglodytes (e.g. Henry Rollins), and graphic designers / typographists (e.g. Mark Z. Danielewski).
Instead of poeticisms, we have grunts. We have pictures. We have graphic design and cinema.
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America is responsible for the production of more linguistic *** **** than any other country in the world. There is absolutely nothing surprising about this statement. After all, America is the only country that celebrates stupidity as a virtue. And Americans browse the internet more often than they read in a sustained manner. How could things be otherwise?
At the poisonous end of the democratization-process, which is indistinguishable from the process of vulgarization, every ******* on the street sees himself as an "author." His brother, his grandmother, and his step-uncle: they, too, regard themselves as "authors." After all, they think--inasmuch as they are capable of thinking--"Writing has nothing to do with writing. If Mark Z. Danielewski can be published, so can I!" (Yes, their desire is "to be published," as if their lives would be inscribed on the page, disseminated, filmed, and thus rendered meaningful.) In an age of all-englobing and infinitely multiplying cybernetic technologies, no one can stop these stammering imbeciles from mass-replicating their infantile scribbles, but let us not deceive ourselves: If a "writer" is simply one who writes, then they are writers; however, one should reserve the word "author" only for those who are profoundly committed to the craft of verbal composition.
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Judging from a purely technical point of view, the House of Leaves is consistently faulty, fraught with excruciating Hallmark banalities and galling linguistic errors. Hipster Mark Z. Danielewski is seemingly incapable of composing a single striking or insightful sentence. It astonishes me that anyone ever considered his tinker-toy bromides to be publishable. The House of Leaves is a house that is neither well-appointed nor ill-appointed. It is simply not appointed at all.
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The impetuses that motivate this tsunami of "literary" vomit are the following ideological assumptions: 1.) The fallacy that everyone is entitled to be an author (this is a particularly nasty perversion of the democratic principle), and 2.) the fallacy that good writing does not matter. American letters have been reduced to the gibbering and jabbering of semiliterate simpletons, driveling half-wits, and slack-jawed middlebrows.
When you live in a culture of complacency, a culture of appeasement, a hypocritical culture that assures you that you write well even if you don't, there is only one way out. There is nothing for the strong and serious student of literature to do but to write for himself, to write for herself, for his or her own sake.
Dr. Joseph Suglia
Summary of House of Leaves
Years ago, when House of Leaves was first being passed around, it was nothing more than a badly bundled heap of paper, parts of which would occasionally surface on the Internet. No one could have anticipated the small but devoted following this terrifying story would soon command. Starting with an odd assortment of marginalized youth -- musicians, tattoo artists, programmers, strippers, environmentalists, and adrenaline junkies -- the book eventually made its way into the hands of older generations, who not only found themselves in those strangely arranged pages but also discovered a way back into the lives of their estranged children.Now, for the first time, this astonishing novel is made available in book form, complete with the original colored words, vertical footnotes, and newly added second and third appendices.
The story remains unchanged, focusing on a young family that moves into a small home on Ash Tree Lane where they discover something is terribly wrong: their house is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.
Of course, neither Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist Will Navidson nor his companion Karen Green was prepared to face the consequences of that impossibility, until the day their two little children wandered off and their voices eerily began to return another story -- of creature darkness, of an ever-growing abyss behind a closet door, and of that unholy growl which soon enough would tear through their walls and consume all their dreams.
Had The Blair Witch Project been a book instead of a film, and had it been written by, say, Nabokov at his most playful, revised by Stephen King at his most cerebral, and typeset by the futurist editors of Blast at their most avant-garde, the result might have been something like House of Leaves. Mark Z. Danielewski's first novel has a lot going on: notably the discovery of a pseudoacademic monograph called The Navidson Record, written by a blind man named Zampanò, about a nonexistent documentary film--which itself is about a photojournalist who finds a house that has supernatural, surreal qualities. (The inner dimensions, for example, are measurably larger than the outer ones.) In addition to this Russian-doll layering of narrators, Danielewski packs in poems, scientific lists, collages, Polaroids, appendices of fake correspondence and "various quotes," single lines of prose placed any which way on the page, crossed-out passages, and so on.
Now that we've reached the post-postmodern era, presumably there's nobody left who needs liberating from the strictures of conventional fiction. So apart from its narrative high jinks, what does House of Leaves have to offer? According to Johnny Truant, the tattoo-shop apprentice who discovers Zampanò's work, once you read The Navidson Record,
For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.We'll have to take his word for it, however. As it's presented here, the description of the spooky film isn't continuous enough to have much scare power. Instead, we're pulled back into Johnny Truant's world through his footnotes, which he uses to discharge everything in his head, including the discovery of the manuscript, his encounters with people who knew Zampanò, and his own battles with drugs, sex, ennui, and a vague evil force. If The Navidson Record is a mad professor lecturing on the supernatural with rational-seeming conviction, Truant's footnotes are the manic student in the back of the auditorium, wigged out and furiously scribbling whoa-dude notes about life.
Despite his flaws, Truant is an appealingly earnest amateur editor--finding translators, tracking down sources, pointing out incongruities. Danielewski takes an academic's--or ex-academic's--glee in footnotes (the similarity to David Foster Wallace is almost too obvious to mention), as well as other bogus ivory-tower trappings such as interviews with celebrity scholars like Camille Paglia and Harold Bloom. And he stuffs highbrow and pop-culture references (and parodies) into the novel with the enthusiasm of an anarchist filling a pipe bomb with bits of junk metal. House of Leaves may not be the prettiest or most coherent collection, but if you're trying to blow stuff up, who cares? --John Ponyicsanyi
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