A story about the last time I consumed this — 6 years ago
I couldn’t figure out why Zampano wrote a nonfiction book about a house that didn’t exist with references to articles no one wrote. I did sense the metaphor at the heart of the Navidson Record: the house as the self, containing the dark hallways of the unconscious where the source of our deepest pain is hidden. But why all the annoying analysis? Why were there so many opinions and theories on what everything meant, almost none of them in agreement? And then it hit me, hard.
That’s exactly what most of us do when faced with our inner demons: we analyze our behavior, trying to logically work out what it means that we feel this way. We think a lot. And just like those endless scholarly articles, it rarely solves anything. It creates a lot of chaos and shifting walls.
It’s rare that we go deep into ourselves to experience what’s there, exploring it without trying to alter it, letting it show us what it is instead of guessing. When Navidson does that, everything changes. Healing starts to occur, a window appears, and ultimately he is reunited with his beloved — finally free and outside of himself.
Johnny Truant is freed in the same way, setting fire to his obsession once he looks at his own darkness, once he finds it was “just a foyer and maybe not dark at all.”
This only scratches the surface of what I’m finding in the pages of this book. Each new understanding changes the meaning of what I read before. I want to read the whole thing again, right now! But then, is that missing the point? Maybe I’m really still stuck in the footnotes.