I feel like this is just a collection of words. There is no story here. Just a bunch of facts and pretty biased opinions. The writing was all over the place. I felt like I was staring at these words for a really long time and not absorbing anything. If someone was to force me to give a summary, the only think I can tell you is the author really likes the theater and the name Nabokov was mentioned (I only remember this because I like his books). And ghosts? Other than that, I got nothing. Maybe not having a central theme and each chapter/essay/whatever-it-is only very loosely being connected is the point, but if I wanted to read a collection of unrelated words, I'd read the dictionary. I'm giving this book 2 stars and not 1, because the author is clearly educated and maybe this book was just way over my head. Idk man, the author is smart, but he created something I don't enjoy reading.
Quotes/lines that bothered me:
-"Strips stuffed with stuff are often also stuffed with words..."
-"...a display of wide-ranging useless knowledge and a gift of instant recall that I’m still (obviously) rather pumped (as they say) about."
-"They remained for a few moments, and then with instantaneous acceleration vanished over the horizon: in the blink, that is, of an eye."
-"I ASSUME THAT it was Gary K. Wolfe, editor of these volumes and a discerning critic and scholar in the field (it is a field and has scholars)..."
-There's a whole paragraph, about 15 lines, that's just a list of movie titles. Why is this included?
-A quote that isn't a sentence, just a list of 43 adjectives: "Fraying, tattered, cracked, flattened, swollen, dried, scrawny, collapsed, shredded, peeling, torn, warped, weathered, faded, bristling, moldy, clenched, tangled, punctured, battered, bashed-in, scooped- out, withered, engorged, trampled, toppled, crushed, bald, listing, leaning, twisting, hanging, buried, wedged, impaled, straggling, stretched, disjointed, disembowelled, skinned, docked, gnawed, entrenched."
-"HPB’s last work was called The Secret Doctrine, a title that could be
given to a hundred books by a hundred hands but that now belongs to her."
-"It will be strange. It is forever unknowably strange, its strangeness not the strangeness of fiction or of any art or any guess but absolute."