Marisha Pessl

Not since way back in 2006 – when I stumbled onto Mark Danielewski’s House of Leaves – have I been so engrossed by the world of a book as I was by Marisha Pessl’s Night Film. Now, I’m not saying it’s as arrestingly visual, intricately woven, or labyrinthine as Leaves, but it’s still an expertly crafted neo noir tale of mystery and death. Had the mighty Alfred Hitchcock tried his hand at the written word, he might’ve given us something akin to Night Film.