I was grading and watching House of Cards out of the corner of my eye yesterday. My wife is addicted to the show, but it unnerves me somehow. Worse than Saw or 30 Days of Night, House of Cards disrupts me. It unravels my day and intrudes on my sleep. Gone Girl moved through me in the same ways.
At first, I could not spot what it was about the series, the movie, that left me anxious and disturbed. But this morning, getting my coffee and warming my breakfast, the epiphany slid up on me. Continue reading House of Cards and Chaos