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1. nullimmortalis

   February 26, 2021 at 4:36 pm Edit

   IX
   Pages 128 – 133

   “…the house itself not only carried the signal an incredible distance but interpreted it as well.”

   That seems to sum up this whole bookhouse’s SOS, so far. Holloway’s SOS when on Exploration #4 as well as the reader’s. Even that of the conscientious reader.
   And the Truant footnote — not directly attached to that quote, but starting on the very same maze-page where it is quoted — ensues and is worthy of it, telling of his having heard a domed ceiling (in a memory of his boarding school refectory) manage to speak like a ghost, the ghost seemingly of a girl he had then not yet met, but whom he did later meet in Texas and had sex with, even though he had never been to Texas! Are the machinations of general time-and-space in a discrete life’s events as disorienting as this bookhouse’s secret rooms and mutable hallways? The world in which we live as a single bookhouse? Is this the gestalt I have long since identified and have been seeking in literature as it is experienced in real-time — with literature’s evolving audit trail derived from the passion of each reading moment — literature being what I have long considered to be the most likely source of such a gestalt.

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