Reading Hack House was like watching your favorite professor moonlight as a mad scientist- brilliant, unhinged, and completely unforgettable. Joe Sacksteder delivers a novel that's as unsettling as it is artful, bending genre and voice with the ease of someone who knows exactly what he's doing (which is both awe- inspiring and mildly terrifying, if you happen to take his classes).
This book is razor-sharp, hilariously self-aware, and deeply weird in the best way. It's a fever dream of academia, violence, ambition, and artistic identity- all orbiting a mystery that's impossible to pin down. This prose is sharp and quick on its feet, and there's this mischievous energy on every page that makes it clear Sacksteder is having a lot of fun, even if he leads the reader down some very dark corridors.
I loved it. I really did. But also? I'm not sure I can ever look him in the eye again. There's just something about knowing what kind of twisted genius is behind those office hours that makes me want to turn in my next essay anonymously.
Highly recommend- just maybe don't read it right before his class.