just finished reading the latest reprinted volume of weird fiction king, Thomas Ligotti: NOCTUARY. loved it not quite as much as his GRIMSCRIBE, SONGS OF A DEAD DREAMER or MY WORK IS NOT YET DONE, but these are earlier works, and he still invokes an existential dread not approached by even the best of Lovecraft and others of his predecessors. most successful for me, in this volume, are the horrific koans on his Part Three: Notebook of the Night which end these nightmares aphoristically. they have a dark resonance far beyond anything one might be familiar with. if you haven’t read Ligotti, you probably sleep pretty well at night and regard the outer world amicably, but are surely the poorer for it.