Digging Deep into the Premature Graves of Thomas Ligotti – RGBIB Ep. 68

Or: Life's a Bitch and Then You Die: Thomas Ligotti's 'Teatro Grotesco.'

So sometimes "horror" fiction isn't about flying eyeballs or demonic dogs trying to break into your car or even Nazi zombies breaking through your basement windows. Rather it slowly and inevitably establishes the philosophical assumption–in images you can't easily forget–that we are all bound up in bodies that have more control over who we are than we do. Our physical organisms are doomed creatures, shambling, rudderless, and decaying with us in them until we realize there wasn't ever any "us" in here to begin with. Help! Mama! Spending the holidays with Thomas Ligotti! Oh, and seriously. He's funny. (Get used to it.)

Here's a link to my review of the Penguin re-edition of Ligotti's first two collections: https://www.theguardian.com/books/201...

And if you haven't had enough existential confusion already, try Bob Johnson, who never thinks hard enough about anything long enough to suffer for it. But then that's just like Bob, isn't it? Check him out at: https://www.facebook.com/scottbradfie...