And why am I enjoying being so uncomfortable?
The blend of different styles and voices, seemingly unrelated footnotes and asides, and innocuous but devastatingly needle-dropping single lines ("then again, "always" slightly mispronounces "hallways"").
This is my favourite book and absolute favourite kind of fiction. The weird, when written well, uses contrast with horror to be devastatingly unsettling in the quiet, ordinary moments with a subtle twist of the gut. The creeping sense that something is wrong, driven home hard in a single line.
It'll probably take a while for me to fall asleep now. I'll just lie here in the dark thinking about oily dark hallways that shouldn't be there and impossible echoes.
by szthesquid
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That’s the only book I’ve ever had a nightmare about.
Ha! I’m reading it before bed these days, too! (First time for me.) Have an upvote!