This is a book about an aspiring tattoo artist obsessed with reading a found manuscript
(authored by a dead man)
which analyzes and critiques a documentary made
by a family who lived in a house that's much bigger on the
inside. (Not nearly as well-appointed as the TARDIS, though.* )
Crappy resolution on those bottom words, but the large one kinda says it all.
Not to put too fine a point on it, this book is all kinds of postmodern weird, using and abusing all the usual suspects: footnotes, more footnotes, footnotes about footnotes, text boxes, strange page layouts, codes, backwards type -- you know the drill. (And if you don't, I wouldn't suggest going anywhere near it.)
There are in fact pages that look like this:
Also? Lots of quotations in foreign tongues (some translated; others not so much). The word "house" and all its non-English correlates are alwaysprinted inblue...Other sections are in red, or in strikethrough
Yes, all the bells and whistles can be distracting, but so far, not too tedious. Granted, I'm only just over halfway through, but I know there's a truly unsettling story buried in here; the bits called "The Navidson Record" are creepy and fascinating . . . and they are keeping me awake much later than they should be. I'll be back with a full review (as if that were even possible!) as soon as I climb out of the abyss. Meanwhile . . .
one more for the road:
* For more about the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimension in Space), see the beloved and long-running BBC TV series "Doctor Who."