words matter review: house of leaves

By Adam Cummins

‘This is not for you.’

So begins 2000’s House of Leaves. Why do I give the year and not the author? Because the author of House of Leaves is deliberately hard to find, much like the text itself. Where does the text begin and end? Who writes, and who reads? House of leaves is ergodic literature at its finest, and it might just be the most disturbing thing you’ll ever read. Continue reading “words matter review: house of leaves”