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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The book has its purpose as part of the radical liberal literature of extremity. But is it uncomfortable, forced laughter? Doug This is a beautiful essay. At least, by the standard definition, but that’s not far enough for Ligottiwho restricts the ranks of the true pessimist to those who believe that life is fundamentally not worth living Lighten up, Francis. The first person I came across who did deal with the ramifications of an existence from a true materialistic perspective, was Peter Watts with his novel Blindsight.

We have established individual, societal, and mental edifices and constructions—illusionary all—in an effort to conceal these bald truths and allow us to proceed with the business of getting on getting on ; but it is all a thinly-veiled chimera. Ligotti freely admits that, throughout history, this has been a position held by a tiny minority of the population, surrounded by a wealth of optimists who believe that it is better to be alive than to be deadthat every day, in some way, we are getting betterand that hope springs eternal.

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Getting out of bed is an act of faith. Aug 24, Krapp conwpiracy it it was amazing Recommends it for: Further, the book spoke very directly to the sense of profundity I have occasionally experienced in the horror genre HP Lovecraft and L A remarkable if sometimes exasperating work of philosophy.

After all, a cursory reading of some of the very Deep Green lunacy on the internet or the radical reaches of occult fascism indicate levels of pessimism that make Schopenhauer look like Pollyanna. Yet that disturbing familiarity regards an utterly useless proce Years of meditating and reading books on philosophy, psychology, years of lucid dreams and night terrors, do not make a person unique.

Unlike, Berlant, however, Ligotti believes this may have more to do with the deepest primal needs of the human species rather than being a particular malady of neo-liberalism. 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.


You have reason to be and yet neither you nor your depression matters that much to a cold cosmos. The urge to procreate, to satisfy hunger, thirst, tiredness and sexual desire, and the fact that our reason is contaminated with constant hormonal buffetings all combine to mean that the “us” we imagine as being in control of our lives is merely an illusion.

The cure is worse than the disease. If only all philosophy were written like this. Also by Thomas Ligotti.

Although some may argue about what constitutes “serious philosophy” — as Ligotti himself says, he eschews the circuitous argumentation that generally grants a work that unapproachable aura of seriousness — I would argue that this book belongs within any introductory study of nihilism and even post-modernism.

There are no discussion topics on this book yet. One of the most pessimistic reads of my life, yet written so well that the text kept mesmerizing me. Because the game of life is all fixed anyway, it couldn’t matter less if you deceive yourself and write this book off as pessimistic belly aching.

Conpsiracy brilliant exposition of Ligotti’s philosophy and the most credible description of what the uncanny and horror are about.

Perhaps that’s a triumph, liggotti a way. Then the house got dirty again. He was contributing editor to Grimoire from to Unflinchingly, he stares existence in the moith and connects the dots that form the jaw that will crush every one alive today or tomorrow.

The Conspiracy Against The Human Race

Ligotti themes around the terror of nihilism and the inability to accept a lesser role in the universe after wrapped in delicious aphorism and almost jet black humor: I wouldn’t call conspiraxy a philosophical treatise exactly, since Ligotti’s intention seems to be to disturb and to alienate rather than to enlighten. May 26, Peter Landau rated it really liked it. Consciousness makes it seem as if 1 there is something to do; 2 there is somewhere to go; 3 there is something to be; 4 there is someone to know.

For this I need to turn to Vattimo, in a passage of The End of Modernity where he more or consporacy paraphrases Nietzsche, “The project of nihilism is to unmask all systems of reason as systems of persuasion, and to show that logic — the very basis of metaphysical thought — is in fact a kind of rhetoric.


Isn’t the world, and certain chemical combinations in our own brains, conspracy constantly telling us we don’t matter that much anyway? Thomas Ligotti has built himself a nice house in that valley. And ligotyi when faced with the futility of our existence, we still find a way to adjust, accept, and assume happiness: View all 4 comments.

I have no hope; I awake each day with a heightened horror, shaken by the quenching afterimages of that wasteland which I espy so clearly with sleep-lidded eyes; I am riven again and anew by the contemplation of all the impossible angles that abound in this scratchy, acrylic absurdity called my existence, the anile and awkward measures I enact in order to endure through to another sunset; and yet, within this internal darkness, I have access to an ineradicable source of light and laughter and belief in this crazy, irrational species with which I share my ridiculous existence on this planet.

Altogether, a haunting, brilliant and brave book. He fails to fully engage with the problem of political, as opposed to personal, nihilism. To be fair, he gives short shrift to such fools which makes his position at least one of some integrity but the same seed of denial of our evolved nature is there but as Reason murdered by Reason. Laughing out loud while reading a work of such implacable and relentless negativity is an amazing state of affairs; the highest of compliments should be paid to an author who can so skillfully render such a result from razor-blade ruminations.

He reasonably points out that we can’t say that nonexistence is worse than existence since we don’t have any nonexistent people to ask, but then assumes that nonexistence is better than existence when suffering is involved. Ligotti’s anti-humanism is far more profound that the utilitarian influenced anti-natalism it is often naively linked to. The stance of being depressed about meaninglessness is merely that – a stance, a temperamental sentiment.

It is a harrowing kind of initiation: He just assumes a priori that the suffering at the end of life outweighs anything good that could possibly happen.