I’m continuing my look at all things Thomas Ligotti-related by turning now to the second issue of Vastarien magazine, which if you haven’t yet checked out, you should. Here are my thoughts on the final four pieces in this issue.
“Lacan on Lynch: Viewing Twin Peaks Through a Psychoanalytic Lens” essay by Rob F. Martin
While I don’t know Lacan or his ideas, I do know Lynch and Twin Peaks. I found the ideas here very compelling, and useful for one way to understand Twin Peaks: The Return. Martin offers a truly bleak—to the point of despair—explanation for how what we see of Cooper relates to that of the first two seasons, and how in fact Cooper may have been trapped in the Black Lodge all along. Very intriguing ideas that I’d like to explore further.
“soul of a mannequin” poem by Justyna Bendyk
A poem about a doll moldering away in an attic, lost and forgotten by the child that once played with it. The doll just wants to be a toy again, picked up and held and played with. This one actually resonated with me. Very sad. Much better than those dreadful Toy Story movies.
“Shirley Jackson and That Old Black Magic” essay by Jill Hand
I will utter a heresy here: I have never actually been all that fond of Shirley Jackson’s longer work. I can see that she’s a terrific (if slightly erratic) short fiction writer, though she’s no Bradbury or King—but her novels have just never grabbed me. I think my own perspective is probably just too different from hers. But having said that, I always appreciate writers sharing about the key writers who influenced them, and agitating for why other readers should turn to these key authors. It’s a rousing defense for why one should read Shirley Jackson.
“How to Be a Horror Writer” short story by Tim Waggoner
This was bleak and sad and poignant. I would describe it as a kind of cosmic horror without any cosmic or supernatural elements whatsoever. Maybe I should describe it as an exploration of the bleakness of existence. Not just that existence is meaningless in the sense that there is no higher meaning to human existence, but that human existence is also horrible. It’s filled with loss and suffering and degradation, and almost all human systems of meaning are designed to plaster over this essential fact. Waggoner strips all this away. This is the story of a horror writer (I hope hope hope that this is not an autobiographical story but I fear it just might be) whose life heads steadily downhill with a rough family life, loss, divorce, mental illness, economic challenges, and many more elements my fragile psyche has probably blocked out. Reallygood. You should read this, but steel yourself first.
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