I read The Conspiracy Against the Human Race and found it incredibly powerful writing. For me as a reader, it was less impactful as philosophy than as one writers ultimate confessional: an absolute horror story, where the self is the monster.

And if we’re talking about hard-boiled detectives, too, what could be more hardboiled than the worldview of Ligotti or Cioran? They make the grittiest of crime writers seem like dilettantes. Next to The Conspiracy Against the Human Race, Mickey Spillane seems about as hard-boiled as bubble gum.

Killing characters on television has become an easy short cut to cathartic emotion.

It’s better to not have a reputation than a bad one.

I was raised in a heavily Catholic family. Early and consistent encounters with mysticism.

If landscape is a character for me, then it helps if I'm familiar with it and I already have a take on it.

Some people, no matter where they look, they see themselves.