Suburban Seattle, the mid-1970s. We learn from the out-set that a strange plague has descended upon the area's teenagers, transmitted by sexual contact. The disease is manifested in any number of ways—from the hideously grotesque to the subtle (and concealable)—but once you've got it, that's it. There's no turning back.

As we inhabit the heads of several key characters—some kids who have it, some who don't, some who are about to get it—what unfolds isn't the expected battle to fight the plague, or bring heightened awareness to it, or even to treat it. What we become witness to instead is a fascinating and eerie portrait of the nature of high school alienation itself—the savagery, the cruelty, the relentless anxiety and ennui, the longing for escape.

And then the murders start.

As hypnotically beautiful as it is horrifying, Black Hole transcends its genre by deftly exploring a specific American cultural moment in flux and the kids who are caught in it—back when it wasn't exactly cool to be a hippie anymore, but Bowie was still just a little too weird.

To say nothing of sprouting horns and molting your skin…

Corseté, fardé, parfumé, les poches de veston fleuries, Lorrain arrive aux fêtes du Paris 1900 dans un halo d'éther, portant beau sa réputation de "dandy de la fange". Une parfaite figure du Paris fin de siècle, la plus excentrique, intrigante et attachante. Lorrain conçoit sa vie et son apparence comme une oeuvre d'art et de provocation pure. Drogué, déguisé, travesti, inverti, fréquentant les salons du Tout-Paris comme les plus violents marlous des fortifications, le débauché hante la nuit parisienne. Mais Jean Lorrain mérite mieux que cette image sulfureuse et scandaleuse. Il se révèle un écrivain à la langue personnelle et subtile, aux métaphores parfois fulgurantes, à l'esprit ironique, caustique et vénéneux. Il fut aussi bien poète, chroniqueur, romancier que dramaturge, et propose un style haut en couleur, incisif, souvent drôle, rarement tiède, jamais niais, ponctué de réjouissantes aigreurs misanthropes. Lorrain, comme d'autres décadents, Bloy, Huysmans, Tinan, Loti ou Schwob, continue de fasciner, par sa vie comme par son oeuvre. Au sein de textes encore dispersés, ce recueil trace une veine autographique majeure, mêlant l'esprit de la chronique mondaine et la description de soi. S'y esquisse l'autoportrait d'un buveur d'éther du Paris de la Belle Époque.

Should the human race voluntarily put an end to its existence? Do we even know what it means to be human? And what if we are nothing like we suppose ourselves to be? In this challenging philosophical work, celebrated supernatural writer Thomas Ligotti broaches these and other issues in an unflinching and penetrating manner that brings to mind some of his own imperishable horror fiction. For Ligotti, there is no refuge from our existence as conscious beings who must suppress their awareness of what horrors life holds in store for them. Yet try as we may, our consciousness may at any time rise up against our defenses against it, whispering to us things we would rather not hear: Religion is a transparent fantasy, optimism an exercise in delusional wish-fulfillment, and even the quest for pleasure an ultimately doomed enterprise.
Drawing upon the work of such pessimistic philosophers as Arthur Schopenhauer and Peter Wessel Zapffe, as well as the findings of various fields of study such as neuroscience, moral philosophy, Terror Management Psychology, the sociology of self-deception, and the theory of uncanny experience, Ligotti presents a compelling contrivance of horror for the consideration of his reader. Perhaps most provocatively, Ligotti sees in the literature of supernatural fiction a confirmation of the cheerless vision he is propounding, dovetailing into his book the overarching theme that, having been ousted by evolution from the natural world, the human race has been effectively translated to a supernatural order of being. In this state of existence, we are denied slumber in nature s arms and must exist in a waking nightmare in which we are taunted by hints of our true nature.
Written with the pungency and panache we expect from a master of English prose, The Conspiracy against the Human Race is a hypnotic guide to the darker regions of one of the most interesting minds of our time.
"The Conspiracy against the Human Race is renowned horror writer Thomas Ligotti's first work of nonfiction. Through impressively wide-ranging discussions of and reflections on literary and philosophical works of a pessimistic bent, he shows that the greatest horrors are not the products of our imagination. The worst and most plentiful horrors are instead to be found in reality. Mr. Ligotti's calm, but often bloodcurdling turns of phrase, evoke the dreadfulness of the human condition. Those who cannot bear the truth will pretend this is another work of fiction, but in doing so they perpetuate the conspiracy of the book's title."
--David Benatar, author of Better Never to Have Been: The Harm of Coming into Existence; Department of Philosophy, University of Cape Town, South Africa