The Conspiracy Against the Human Race has ratings and reviews. Bill said: Are you one of those hardcore True Detective fans held in thrall by. In Thomas Ligotti’s first nonfiction outing, an examination of the meaning (or meaninglessness) of life through an insightful, unsparing argument. “There is a signature motif discernible in both works of philosophical pessimism and supernatural horror. It may be stated thus: Behind the.
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This fits into his schema well enough as a form of sublimation, or perhaps mere distraction from the existential truth that we are puppets dancing at the call of some invisible master. Being a novice in the field of philosophical pessimism, this book was- while a little difficult at times to wrap my head around some of the ideas and theories propounded,a great introductory read nonetheless and gave me an incentive to delve deeper into this field of study.
This is an impressionistic survey by weird fiction writer Thomas Ligotti of the bleakest practitioners of modern philosophy, the guys who make Cioran look like a stand-up comic and Schopenhauer and Camus like irresponsible polly Are you one of those hardcore True Detective fans held in thrall by Detective Rust Cohle’s rants about the bleakness of the universe? And no, for once I’m not being sarcastic–I mean it!
Louisas well as a gleefully cynical takedown of the misguided attempts to transform these cities in the 21st century into shining creative-class destinations full of coffeehouses, bike paths and loft condos. This book will have something for everyone. Perhaps that’s a triumph, in a way. I dread the interminability of my remaining days upon this earth, with the bleakscape shuttered away I thrill with each dawn at the possibilities inherent within that particular day.
To understand where this death instinct might go in the hands of less literary hands, this book conspiarcy be studied much as one would study the work of Ian Brady for the underpinnings of child murder. Are you one of those hardcore True Detective fans held in thrall by Detective Rust Cohle’s rants about the bleakness of the universe?
Certainly we operate behind a palimpsest of barriers and shields that we have concocted in order to draw our attention away from a naked and morbid obsession with our unique status within this existence—the ocnspiracy overseen by our perverted consciousness—but so what?
This is a plain man whose erudition is as unobtrusive as it is deep. But to the extent anything is real, that dream character’s suffering is legitimate. My world takes life as it is – with all its chance and necessity – and makes the best of it, far nearer to his praised animal ligogti than he can manage. The first Whenever ,igotti have the misfortune of turning the television on and coming across Richard Dawkins, Lawrence Krauss or another of their pop atheist peers.
But we can imagine him wandering off to the horizon, just to see what happens next. What’s more, his analysis of the uncanny and our fleeting awareness of its presence in the quotidian, and the way in which it has been explored in literature and film, philosophy and thought, was very good, as was his exploration of the supernatural and how it functions as a form of the sublimation that he—and thinkers like Zapffe—hold to be one of the principal measures of our ability to hold off the starkly overwhelming reality of our existential predicament, doing so in works ranging from Shakespeare to Lovecraft, from Radcliffe to James.
Not necessarily because, as Ligotti stipulates, that without the consciousness of death there would never have been a supernatural horror story written, but because fear of the unknown and not just death is a coping mechanism on a subconscious level which activates instinctually to protect us from danger. Reading or writing about philosophy has long had a negative connotation in the United States, thanks to a long anti-intellectual culture in some corners.
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If you think that a perfectly rational human is the end goal, that is pretty depressing ligotti, but it’s not something The Conspiracy Against the Human Race touches on. In as much as a state of affairs can only be a neutral state onto which we project our subjective interpretations, it would not necessarily be ominous to one and all.
Jan 11, Johannes Kamikaze rated it really liked it. I love Lovecraft ‘s work, my worldview could best be summed up as “life is mostly pain, punctuated by moments of joy,” and I’m congenitally pessimistic as was my father before me. One of the most pessimistic reads of my life, yet written so well that the text kept mesmerizing me. The Conspiracy Against the Human Race deserves some place in this conversation.
Similarly, Ligotti is prepared to face off the nature of evolved human consciousness and be ‘logical’ about it. Archived from the conspircy on 20 November Optimists choose a different path.
Animals begin where we may end up if we’re lucky. Thanks Arkham Reporter for the recommendation. Ligotti might say I’ve examined my puppet’s strings, seeing them for the first time, then shrugged and went back to blindness.
The Conspiracy Against The Human Race
There litotti too much repetition of both themes and language ‘vehicular misadventure’! That’s the “conspiracy” of the book’s title, the idea that someone is perpetrating a grand cruel joke on humanity at all our expenses; for anyone who looks too closely at this unvarnished truth about the universe, one that we were born with the ability to easily ilgotti, ends up going violently insane or in other words, suicide victims and serial killers are simply the people who see the universe as it really iswhich means that to stay sane, productive members of society, we must literally spend our entire lives making up pretty little lies conspracy existence that there is a cosmic order to it, that there is an inherent sense of justice, that we were purposely born on this planet for a specific reasonand then spend every ounce of our energy brainwashing ourselves into believing these lies, despite the fact that we can quite easily see with our rational minds just how much we’re deluding ourselves when we tell ourselves these things.
It would take but the slightest of perspective alterations for the true and unadulterated horror of our reality to burst forth in all its macabre might: Ligotti’s not engaging in a Menken-esque rant about the world as it is. In Thomas Ligotti’s first nonfiction outing, an examination of the meaning or meaninglessness of life through an insightful, unsparing argument that proves the greatest horrors are not the products of our imagination but instead are found in reality.
Ligotti isn’t hinting at life possibly being empty. This is no absurd sophisticate such as you find in the pages of New Yorker magazine and who bloat today’s university libraries with verbal constipation. And is there any way we can escape it? Maybe we only consider this line of thought useless as a sort of defense mechanism.
The Conspiracy against the Human Race
Ultimately, at the risk of being reductionist, my experience of the book is that it’s many ligotgi and dark insights are afflicted by a fearful and subtle attachment to negativity that drives it from unblinking realism to an overstated pessimism.
The book represents the strangest of alchemies. Well, for goodness sakes, man. On yer bike, as the going says, and get ye to southern India, China and Sri Lanka: Consplracy often intentionally mysterious and reclusive writer first began to publish his hallucinogenic prose induring a period particularly unsuited for serious literary horror. The Thomas Ligotti Reader.
Yet that disturbing familiarity regards an utterly useless process. Conspirady the condition of things on which we both agree, there is no reason to choose radical pessimism if a positive optimism is equally valid with the same shared facts.
Such a liogtti and enduring struggle against a universe ever revealing itself in its infinite wonder, and reducing our status within it to that of motes of wholly insignificant dust, strikes me as impressive and worthy of admiration, not a mad folly to be discontinued with malice as we take stock of exactly how utterly alone and determined we are.
But there’s an important response to Ligotti’s claims.
And I’m the sort of person who usually has to strain for reasons to get out bed in the morning.