First against the wall when it came.
Mark Danielewski’s first novel House of Leaves is largely an empty shell — albeit cleverly ornamented with many onion-layers of allegory, wordplay, text ciphers, typographic ingenuity, Wallace-esque footnotes, postmodernist fourth-wall conceits, and a suffocating sense of dread — which asks reader to imprint their own paranoid musings and fantasies to …