Yikes. This is one of those books that, in trying to be interesting, becomes uninteresting. I’d say that the first half of the book is very promising, but the lack of answers provided in the second half feels like a huge let-down. That, and the constant and seemingly irrelevant footnote intrusions by the Kerouac-ian editor who is so obsessed with his sex life that I was forgetting what the book was actually about. I have no idea why this book appears on so many “best horror books of all time” lists - I probably won’t be revisiting this anytime soon, but I give it some points for originality, an interesting premise, and the guts to play with the format of a novel (that ultimately didn’t do much for the actual plot of the story). Shoulder shrug.