No, not Dallas Fort Worth. I’m reading a book that might be weirder and more parenthetical than Infinite Jest.
House of Leaves. Way out there. We’ll see if I finish it or not – it’s one of those books that you can tell from the first page is going to be either really good or really bad. But you won’t know until about 3/4 of the way through.
I’m sure you’re all waiting on on tenterhooksfor my full review. Sadly, I must build bikes. Perchance another day.