The Nightmare Factory by Thomas Ligotti (5 out of 5 stars)
This is the most refined,
rampant brain sickness I've ever come across, and it was disguised as a
book. Words can't describe the impact of these stories. If you are a fan
of Lovecraft, you must read this author. Just keep in mind Ligotti's
prose is even more nightmarish, vague and unsettling. It reminded me of
an exhausted, fevered man, slowly drowning in quicksand made of leprous,
rotting matter, struggling and screaming in vain. The landscape is
desolate, swampy, forsaken. Every life born there is born flawed and
sick, and serves only involution and degeneration. Each lungful of
squirming dirt that man inhales takes root in him, killing him and
claiming him, bringing ecstatic visions of death and the other side of
Creation. It's the side that serves only the blind, ever-changing void
of reason, the Darkness that birthed everything and humans masked it as a
benevolent God to retain their sanity. Ligotti sees behind that mask,
and brings back gifts meant only for the brave, and those ready to
embrace that same void inside them.
Please DON'T read this book if you aren't a hardcore fan of Lovecraft ready to be taken several steps further into madness and decay. Here be dragons. End of transmission. Off to eat cake and hopefully restore a portion of my brain to a semblance of function.
Please DON'T read this book if you aren't a hardcore fan of Lovecraft ready to be taken several steps further into madness and decay. Here be dragons. End of transmission. Off to eat cake and hopefully restore a portion of my brain to a semblance of function.
*My star rating and what it means:
Zero stars: Why me?!? I do come across books that aren't really books, but brain damage in disguise.
For reasons you can all understand, I won't be publishing reviews on
them. I tend to become enraged and say things I later on regret.
One star: Meh... I didn't like it and won't be keeping it. It might be the book, or it might be me. I'll try to clarify in my review.
Two stars: Average/ Okay.
Either the kind of light/ undemanding book you read and don't remember
in a month, or suffering from flaws that prevented it from realising its
potential.
Three stars: Better than average. Good
moments, memorable characters and/ or plot, maybe good sense of
humour... Not to die for, but not feeling like you wasted your time and
money either.
Four stars: Wow, that was good! Definitely keeping it and checking to see what else I can buy from the same writer.
Five stars: Oh. My. Goodness. The
kind of book you buy as a gift to all your friends, praise to random
strangers on the bus, and re-read until the pages fall out and the
corners are no longer corners, but round.
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