The great and terrible Bucket of Truth

I have the feeling from reading reviews and criticism that when I
finally get around to reading Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre, it will be
like Captain James T. Lunatic on The Upright Citizens Brigade finally
looking into the Bucket of Truth: “DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?”…

I have been dipping into The Conspiracy Against the Human Race: A
Contrivance of Horror by Thomas Ligotti, and while Ligotti is one of
my favorite horror writers — subtle and innovative — I’m not
particularly horrified by his personal philosophy, let alone persuaded
to commit suicide just to get it over with, already.

If anything, I’d say I find existentialists and absurdists like Sartre
and Camus a comfort while reading nihilists like Ligotti. One must
imagine Sisyphus happy.


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