Hailey e Sam hanno sedici anni per sempre. Lei un giorno si innamora degli «occhi verdi screziati d'oro» di lui, che si innamora degli «occhi d'oro screziati di verde» di lei. Hailey e Sam sono con noi da sempre, ci avverte l'autore, «da prima di Romeo e Giulietta, o di Tristano e Isotta». Insieme, i due adolescenti partono per un viaggio che li porterà dagli Appalachi a New Orleans, poi lungo il Mississippi e nel cuore di terre desolate, allegoriche quanto geografiche, che richiamano alla memoria il Paradiso perduto di Milton. Il viaggio inizia il 22 novembre 1863, tre giorni dopo il discorso di Gettysburg di Lincoln, nel pieno della Guerra Civile americana, e si conclude esattamente un secolo dopo, nel giorno dell'assassinio di Kennedy, durante la stagione della Guerra Fredda. Hailey e Sam sono i protagonisti e le voci narranti di un palinsesto letterario ricco di allusioni, indizi, giochi di parole, codici da decrittare incastonati nelle pieghe delle storia, tra le righe del testo, che si può leggere in un verso oppure nell'altro, basta capovolgere il volume e ricominciare dall'ultima pagina. Anzi, il libro andrebbe letto otto pagine da una parte e poi otto dall'altra, per lasciarsi sprofondare in un universo ergodico allucinato e misterioso come quello di "Casa di foglie".

Tra il 1982 e il 1989, Pelafina H. Lièvre spedì al figlio Johnny Truant una serie di lettere dal Three Attic Whalestoe Institute, l'ospedale psichiatrico in Ohio dove trascorse gli ultimi anni della sua vita. Dolenti, sincere, enigmatiche, le sue missive svelano a poco a poco, scivolando sempre più nel delirio, il rapporto profondo che lega una madre geniale ma sofferente al figlio da cui è stata separata ma che non ha mai smesso di amare. Johnny altri non è che il ragazzo che ha indagato i misteri del manoscritto di Zampanò, riportando alla luce le inquietanti vicende accadute nella casa stregata di Ash Tree Lane. Qui è il destinatario di un epistolario prezioso contenuto solo in parte tra le pagine di "Casa di foglie", il monumentale capolavoro di Mark Z. Danielewski, e arricchito ora da un'introduzione e da undici lettere inedite, mai tradotte in italiano: un'opera che ci offre nella sua interezza un toccante ritratto di due anime perdute nei meandri del destino.

Quando la prima edizione di "Casa di foglie" iniziò a circolare negli Stati Uniti, affiorando a poco a poco su Internet, nessuno avrebbe potuto immaginare il seguito di appassionati che avrebbe raccolto. All'inizio tra i più giovani - musicisti, tatuatori, programmatori, ecologisti, drogati di adrenalina -, poi presso un pubblico sempre più ampio. Finché Stephen King, in una conversazione pubblicata sul «New York Times Magazine», non indicò "Casa di foglie" come il Moby Dick del genere horror. Un horror letterario che si tramuta in un attacco al concetto stesso di «narrazione». Qualcun altro l'ha definita una storia d'amore scritta da un semiologo, un mosaico narrativo in bilico tra la suspense e un onirico viaggio nel subconscio. O ancora: una bizzarra invenzione à la Pynchon, pervasa dall'ossessione linguistica di Nabokov e mutevole come un borgesiano labirinto dell'irrealtà. Impossibile inquadrare in una formula l'inquietante debutto di Mark Z. Danielewski, o anche solo provare a ricostruirne la trama, punteggiata di citazioni, digressioni erudite, immagini e appendici. La storia ruota intorno a un misterioso manoscritto rinvenuto in un baule dopo la morte del suo estensore, l'anziano Zampanò, e consiste nell'esplorazione di un film di culto girato nella casa stregata di Ash Tree Lane in cui viveva la famiglia del regista, Will Navidson, premio Pulitzer per la fotografia, che finirà per svelare un abisso senza fine, spalancato su una tenebra senziente e ferina, capace di inghiottire chiunque osi disturbarla.

Released for the summer from the perils of school, Xanther and her nameless cat are settling into a comfortable routine at home. However, the rest of the Ibrahim family is growing more and more unsettled. Astair fears their stretched finances are already at a breaking point. Not even a visit from an old friend can mitigate Anwar’s feeling that he’s failing to support those he loves and that even worse things are to come. The twins, Freya and Shasti, sense something too and blame their older sister. Honeysuckles haunt the air and smell of offerings . . . Meanwhile, Cas and Bobby’s survival may depend on facing the one person they fear most. And on the other side of the world, Jingjing and Tian Li set out to find what was lost: their missing cat. With spectacular visuals and the vibrant wordplay that are his trademark, The Familiar (Volume 3) is a beautiful and singular reading experience that could come only from the imagination of Mark Z. Danielewski.

The Familiar, Volume 1 Wherein the cat is found . . .
The Familiar, Volume 2 Wherein the cat is hungry . . .

From the universally acclaimed, genre-busting author of House of Leaves comes the second volume ofThe Familiar, a “novel [which] goes beyond the experimental into the visionary, creating a language and style that expands the horizon of meaning . . . hint[ing] at an evolved form of literature.”*

In The Familiar, Volume 2: Into the Forest, the lives of the disparate and dynamic nine characters introduced in “One Rainy Day in May” begin to intersect in inexplicable ways, finding harmonies and echoes in each other. What once seemed remote and disconnected draws closer—slowly, steadily—toward something inevitable. . . . At the center of it all is Xanther, a twelve-year-old girl, for whom the world around her seems to be opening, exposing doors and windows, visions and sounds, questions and ideas previously unknown. With each passing day, she begins to glimpse something she does not understand but unequivocally craves—the only thing that will bring her relief and keep her new friend alive.


*Library Journal, starred review

From the author of the international best seller House of Leaves and National Book Award-nominatedOnly Revolutions comes a monumental new novel as dazzling as it is riveting.The Familiar (Vol.1) ranges from Mexico to Southeast Asia, from Venice, Italy, to Venice, California, with nine lives hanging in the balance, each called upon to make a terrifying choice. They include a therapist-in-training grappling with daughters as demanding as her patients; an ambitious East L.A. gang member contracted for violence; two scientists in Marfa, Texas, on the run from an organization powerful beyond imagining; plus a recovering addict in Singapore summoned at midnight by a desperate billionaire; and a programmer near Silicon Beach whose game engine might unleash consequences far exceeding the entertainment he intends.

At the very heart, though, is a 12-year-old girl named Xanther who one rainy day in May sets out with her father to get a dog, only to end up trying to save a creature as fragile as it is dangerous . . . which will change not only her life and the lives of those she has yet to encounter, but this world, too—or at least the world we think we know and the future we take for granted.

"The nationally best-selling author of House of Leaves and Only Revolutions has crafted a powerfully chilling novella--a ghost story for grownup readers. Late one evening at a party at an East Texas ranch house, five orphans gather to hear a story about a quest for a terrible weapon. Before them lies a long black box with five latches. As the owner of the box settles into a curious tale of revenge, the children grow more and more captivated, even as we grow more and more afraid that a new crime may awaitthem all, especially as clocks in Upshur County approach midnight"--

Sam:
They were with us before Romeo & Juliet. And long after too. Because they’re forever around. Or so both claim, carolling gleefully:

We’re allways sixteen.

Sam & Hailey, powered by an ever-rotating fleet of cars, from Model T to Lincoln Continental, career from the Civil War to the Cold War, barrelling down through the Appalachians, up the Mississippi River, across the Badlands, finally cutting a nation in half as they try to outrace History itself.

By turns beguiling and gripping, finally worldwrecking, Only Revolutions is unlike anything ever published before, a remarkable feat of heart and intellect, moving us with the journey of two kids, perpetually of summer, perpetually sixteen, who give up everything except each other.

Hailey:
They were with us before Tristan & Isolde. And long after too. Because they’re forever around. Or so both claim, gleefully carolling:

We’re allways sixteen.

Hailey & Sam, powered by an ever-rotating fleet of cars, from Shelby Mustang to Sumover Linx, careen from the Civil Rights Movement to the Iraq War, tearing down to New Orleans, up the Mississippi River, across Montana, finally cutting a nation in half as they try to outrace History itself.

By turns enticing and exhilarating, finally breathtaking, Only Revolutions is unlike anything ever conceived before, a remarkable feat of heart and intellect, moving us with the journey of two kids, perpetually of summer, perpetually sixteen, who give up everything except each other.

Sam:
They were with us before Romeo & Juliet. And long after too. Because they’re forever around. Or so both claim, carolling gleefully:
We’re allways sixteen.
Sam & Hailey, powered by an ever-rotating fleet of cars, from Model T to Lincoln Continental, career from the Civil War to the Cold War, barrelling down through the Appalachians, up the Mississippi River, across the Badlands, finally cutting a nation in half as they try to outrace History itself.
By turns beguiling and gripping, finally worldwrecking, Only Revolutions is unlike anything ever published before, a remarkable feat of heart and intellect, moving us with the journey of two kids, perpetually of summer, perpetually sixteen, who give up everything except each other.

Hailey:
They were with us before Tristan & Isolde. And long after too. Because they’re forever around. Or so both claim, gleefully carolling:
We’re allways sixteen.
Hailey & Sam, powered by an ever-rotating fleet of cars, from Shelby Mustang to Sumover Linx, careen from the Civil Rights Movement to the Iraq War, tearing down to New Orleans, up the Mississippi River, across Montana, finally cutting a nation in half as they try to outrace History itself.
By turns enticing and exhilarating, finally breathtaking, Only Revolutions is unlike anything ever conceived before, a remarkable feat of heart and intellect, moving us with the journey of two kids, perpetually of summer, perpetually sixteen, who give up everything except each other.

Between 1982 and 1989, Pelafina H. Lièvre sent her son, Johnny Truant, a series of letters from The Three Attic Whalestoe Institute, a psychiatric facility in Ohio where she spent the final years of her life. Beautiful, heartfelt, and tragic, this correspondence reveals the powerful and deeply moving relationship between a brilliant though mentally ill mother and the precocious, gifted young son she never ceases to love.

Originally contained within the monumental House of Leaves, this collection stands alone as a stunning portrait of mother and child. It is presented here along with a foreword by Walden D. Wyhrta and eleven previously unavailable letters.

Years ago, when House of Leaves was first being passed around, it was nothing more than a badly bundled heap of paper, parts of which would occasionally surface on the Internet. No one could have anticipated the small but devoted following this terrifying story would soon command. Starting with an odd assortment of marginalized youth -- musicians, tattoo artists, programmers, strippers, environmentalists, and adrenaline junkies -- the book eventually made its way into the hands of older generations, who not only found themselves in those strangely arranged pages but also discovered a way back into the lives of their estranged children.

Now, for the first time, this astonishing novel is made available in book form, complete with the original colored words, vertical footnotes, and newly added second and third appendices.

The story remains unchanged, focusing on a young family that moves into a small home on Ash Tree Lane where they discover something is terribly wrong: their house is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.

Of course, neither Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist Will Navidson nor his companion Karen Green was prepared to face the consequences of that impossibility, until the day their two little children wandered off and their voices eerily began to return another story -- of creature darkness, of an ever-growing abyss behind a closet door, and of that unholy growl which soon enough would tear through their walls and consume all their dreams.

A family relocates to a small house on Ash Tree Lane and discovers that the inside of their new home seems to be without boundaries

Years ago, when House of Leaves was first being passed around, it was nothing more than a badly bundled heap of paper, parts of which would occasionally surface on the Internet. No one could have anticipated the small but devoted following this terrifying story would soon command. Starting with an odd assortment of marginalized youth -- musicians, tattoo artists, programmers, strippers, environmentalists, and adrenaline junkies -- the book eventually made its way into the hands of older generations, who not only found themselves in those strangely arranged pages but also discovered a way back into the lives of their estranged children.

Now, for the first time, this astonishing novel is made available in book form, complete with the original colored words, vertical footnotes, and newly added second and third appendices.

The story remains unchanged, focusing on a young family that moves into a small home on Ash Tree Lane where they discover something is terribly wrong: their house is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.

Of course, neither Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist Will Navidson nor his companion Karen Green was prepared to face the consequences of that impossibility, until the day their two little children wandered off and their voices eerily began to return another story -- of creature darkness, of an ever-growing abyss behind a closet door, and of that unholy growl which soon enough would tear through their walls and consume all their dreams.