Review: In the Dust of This Planet

In the Dust of This Planet by Eugene Thacker
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

February 9, 2018

I've come back round to this after first looking at it during the summer of 2016, and find now that I have a snarl of responses, some of praise, some to criticize, even make fun of; still, the book has hardly left my mind since 2016, and has helped me re-start that life-long course in philosophy that keeps threatening to give out every now and then.

Recently, Adam and I watched the 2017 reboot of Twin Peaks, which features both Faust-like magic circles, the more insidious magic sites in the forests, characters like Woodsmen, material and immaterial at once, and a love for themes of darkness that comes out in the music and sound engineering, and the multiple image systems of woods and nature, the Black Lodge, swirling vortexes, Phillip Jeffries converted to steam, electricity apparently feeding Judy/Jowday. In a sense, Twin Peaks is much less pessimistic than, say, True Detective: garmonbozia and other human juices are so useful, then the world-without-us does care for us, at least a little.



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