Uma coleção de contos de terror, com o característico pano de fundo niilista e da indiferença existencial cósmica característica do autor. De influência lovecraftiana, Ligotti possui um estilo menos retorcido e pomposo, o que leva a uma prosa mais fluida e econômica.

Muitos contos da coletânea entretanto não me capturaram, e eu não gosto em geral dos finais abruptos, ou desistentes. Há alguns bem marcantes, entretanto. Em Canções de um Sonhador Morto: The Frolic e a ameaça impossível aterradora. Dr. Locrian Asylum e um método de união à indiferença do cosmos. The Music of the Moon, e a descrição de um silencioso concerto, lento ao inescapável.

Em Grimscribe: The Last Feast of Arlequin é um conto estilo Lovecraft pesquisador acadêmico encontra culto perigoso e proibido, melhor do que qualquer um do autor inaugural, ao meu ver. The Dreaming in Nortown também é notório na atmosfera estranha de contágio. The Night School recoloca os terrores dos diagramas e adornos simbólicos suspeitos no ambiente que teríamos pesadelos com estes, a escola. ( )

Life is a nightmare that leaves its mark upon you in order to prove that it is, in fact, real. And to suffer a solitary madness seems the joy of paradise when compared to the extraordinary condition in which one's own madness merely emulates that of the world.

So...Thomas friggin' Ligotti...

Damn.

I took two long months to go through this book's 31 stories, because I realized very early on that Ligotti's subject matter and narrative style were not the same as most authors. This was not a book to be chewed through, but instead to be consumed in small, careful bites, savouring not just each story on its own, but virtually every carefully constructed sentence.

I don't know that I'd necessarily call this horror fiction. There's absolutely horror elements strewn through here. But there's also fantasy and perhaps a touch of science fiction, with a dollop of Lovecraftian cosmic horror mixed in to add a little spice.

Honestly, if I were to tag Ligotti's particular genre as anything, I'd simply term it "weird fiction"...because it's certainly weird.

There's not necessarily a lot going on in a Ligotti story. Don't look for action, or fight scenes, or love scenes, because there are none. Instead, his stories are home to very troubled individuals who have to go through situations and come to some sort of quiet, but impactful realization. But the settings they go through these situations in is what truly makes this weird. At times, the world seems just like ours, only he may shine a light on a darkened, previously ignored corner we hadn't noticed before. Other times, you've never experienced a world like this, or a house like this, or a person like this.

"We sleep...among the shadows of another world. These are the unshapely substance inflicted upon us and the prime material to which we give the shapes of our understanding. And though we create what is seen, yet we are not the creators of its essence. Thus nightmares are born from the impress of ourselves on the life of things unknown. How terrible these forms of specter and demon when the eyes of the flesh cast light and mold the shadows which are forever around us. How much more terrible to witness their true forms roaming free upon the land, or in the most homely rooms of our houses, or frolicking through that luminous hell which in pursuit of psychic survival we have name the heavens. Then we truly waken from our sleep, but only to sleep once more and shun the nightmares which must ever return to that part of us which is hopelessly dreaming."

Through the two months of reading these strange and wonderful (and I mean "wonderful" in the truest meaning of the word...these stories are full of wonder) stories, I struggled with how to describe Ligotti's writing. His lexicon is massive, and he busts out words I've never read before...but they're always the precisely right word. Always.

But it's more than that.

There's horror authors who come at a story like a serial killer to their victim, hacking and slashing, ripping and tearing, with no thought of finesse or subtlety. Probably a Graham Masterton type.

There's horror authors who come at a story like a butcher. They're still cutting, but now there's more expertise, more finesse, but it still gets messy. But you'll end up with some prime cuts. Probably someone like Joe R. Lansdale's horror stuff, or Skipp and Spector, back when they still liked each other.

Then there's the horror author surgeons. Now there's a lot of skill involved. There's subtlety, and there's true purpose. Their cuts are precise, and there's no wasted movements. Think Stephen King, Clive Barker, or Jack Ketchum.

And then there's Ligotti. He's the Hannibal Lecter of horror authors. He's got the requisite background knowledge and skill that he doesn't need to make a single cut. He cuts by getting into your mind. He flays with the precision of the words and thoughts not only that he uses, but that he puts into your mind, where they'll ricochet like small bits of targeted shrapnel. And if he does decide to actually cut, he has the most expensive instruments. The sharpest. And the steadiest hand. And when he cuts, he'll leave you forever changed. The scars won't be visible, but they'll always be felt.

That's what his writing is like. These stories, this author, are not to be read. These stories are to be experienced.

Behind the scenes of life lurks something pernicious that makes a nightmare of our world. ( )

Adding a review of this book takes some time to think over the content as well as the author's other works, and the influences on this writer's style as well as his influence on other writers. So with that said, Ligotti's style of writing is very old school horror, and you can read his books without checking again to see when it was written as seems to have been written in the 1800s or perhaps Ligotti is channeling some dead authors. Skip to the current times, and there are rumors/accusations floating around the internet that writers of certain TV shows are lifting his materials verbatim.. . . not this particular book but other writings.

All I can say about is it's an interesting read, the stories seems formulaic, and it imposes a certain philosophy of life influenced by nihilism, Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King, and other writers who can create unnerving tales. Certainly a talent to be reckoned with, and like Philip K. Dick, you are not sure where the boundary lies between creativity and mental illness. ( )

I feel that I should explain my rating on this one. Part of it is technical: I gave his prose the benefit of the doubt until about three quarters of the way through, when it became clear that he wasn't being slightly stilted on purpose and that that was just the style he thought was appropriate to horror.

I have noticed that certain experiences are left to languish in the corners of life, passed by like waifs on the street, as if they should be dissuaded from circulating too freely among legitimate persons.

That's overwritten and faux-deep. "Legitimate persons" especially sounds as though he's reaching for eloquence on a shelf just beyond his arms' length.

Part of it is philosophical: was there a consistent philosophy, besides maybe "things are bad", in the book?

Part of it is that I don't think anything happens in any of these stories. He has great predecessors in this genre, Poe and Lovecraft, but both of them had better, or at least more interesting, prose.

And part of it is a softer thing that I might call emotional: it's silly to talk about "the" point of fiction, but at least one of the points is to cause a reaction in the reader, and, whether it's a fault in me or in the text, I don't think I had a single one over however many pages this was. ( )

Ligotti writes stories you have to read one at a time, then perhaps re-read, to really understand and feel all the nuances, twists and turns. One of my new favorites. ( )