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119 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 18, 2023
“She was alone. Alone except for the dead, and the haunt, and whoever else was still inside the house. Which wasn’t very alone at all.”![]()
“…sure,” Oliver said. “We’re here to help.” Here to help by fucking up royally. Here to send a creepy-as-fuck lawyer up to a creepy-as-fuck AI house where my partner is trapped with a corpse and an architect.
A room is a sort of narrative. The passage in and out of a room, the constraints of action within it. What is moved and what is left alone. The composition of the shape of a person superimposed against the frame of the built environment. Once, clever men—mostly men—dreamed that the frame within which people dwelled might prescribe their behavior. Their ways of loving, their ways of working. Their interdependence or solitude. All purpose-built, all shaped. Those men tended to be wrong. They did not consider the superposition of frame. A room is a sort of narrative when an intelligence moves through it, makes use of it or is constrained by it. Otherwise it is in abeyance. And an intelligence has its own designs. The street makes its own uses for things: this is something Maritza knows, though she doesn’t know she knows it. Selene Gisil, too, and she even has the phrase, some forgotten quotation that floats to the top of her mind at inopportune moments. Rose House? Rose House knows it very well.These elements were all the story needed to be mysterious and complete. Limiting the impact of the story - Martine includes a pointless parallel narrative that repeatedly interrupts the creepy vibe. 100% of this narrative should have been removed to keep the focus on the house and those within.




