One in the hand is better than being trapped in a bush

BeJeebus.

Writing my proposal and reading this book has blown my mind.

My mind is blown. I don't think this is a good thing.

I think what interests me most about this book is its presentation--different colors, fonts, and even text placement. It is extremely self-reflexive, for as you're reading the book you're continually reminded that YOU ARE READING A BOOK. READ THE BOOK HERE AND HERE AND THIS WAY. The random arrangement of text also seemed (to me) to call attention to the book's authenticity--or lack thereof. Any book that features squares of text has got to be a work of fiction, EVEN if it has footnotes. So although the book claims to be nonfiction in a sense, it is always and strictly and continually fiction.

Which leads me to an interesting question: if you heard this book as a book-on-tape, would you think it was a non-fiction document? A garbled but true account nonetheless? Would some of the pleasure be lost if we didn't have to continually search for answers or find a g-dd*mn mirror? ...Is there pleasure to be HAD in finding a mirror or feeling your brain mush as your eyes cross at every blue "house"?

I don't know. But a house of leaves would fall down in a storm, and glass houses sink ships.