Tell Me, Dark is an incredibly bone chilling walk down Nightmare lane. I couldn't have shuddered more as my retinas pushed their elasticity to the limTell Me, Dark is an incredibly bone chilling walk down Nightmare lane. I couldn't have shuddered more as my retinas pushed their elasticity to the limit to drink in the magnificence of dingy watercolors melded so wonderfully to such beautifully, striking pencils that range from the minimalist to the realistic. This meeting of styles is as powerful as the strong use of contrasts that range from watery blues, blacks, and browns toward harsh reds that surge forth with fiercely uncompromised recollections of human blood.
The very red that sparingly colors characters of inversely proportional importance melds perfectly into a hallucinatory style that knocks on the doors of our deepest nightmares and then bashes them down. Wispy chromatics fully demand your attention, calling forth heart-wrenching nostalgia and mixing it with our deepest fears. Monet would be surely be frightened to see such a highly reminiscent style (and indubitably inflected by him) push forth such an intimidating story.
What begins as a sorrowful soliloquy of a breakup briskly binds itself into a narrative brimming with wickedness, drugs, sacrifice, and murder all driven by an equally evil secret society. With malevolence bordering on the Satanic, Freddy Krueger would delightfully walk among the very demonic streets of London depicted wherein. The emotional resonance of this work is just astounding as is the art the depicts it. What Charles Burns did all so profoundly in Black Hole, Kent Williams has managed to in Tell Me, Dark to do with truly evocative watercolors that call forth the most primordial of emotions.
Tell Me, Dark, lodges its story in your psyche like a splinter in the mind's eye. What begins as a mere sliver of psychic wood quickly builds up into sharp river of emotion with the size and strength of a Redwood. Featuring a gripping story, gorgeous watercolours, and incredibly tasteful depictions of the human body, Tell Me, Dark is a stupendous read for any fan of reading, comic or otherwise.
Having read Stephen Pinker's excellent, The Blank Slate, and devouring Nassim Nicholas Taleb's superb duology of, The Black Swan and Anti-Fragile, JamHaving read Stephen Pinker's excellent, The Blank Slate, and devouring Nassim Nicholas Taleb's superb duology of, The Black Swan and Anti-Fragile, James C. Scott's, Seeing Like a State, fits quite snugly in this cloud of anti-authoritarian, anti-state, anti-liberal, but most importantly, anti-modernism sentiments that has been seething for the past few decades. While Pinker's focus is psychology/linguistics, and Taleb's is Finance/Philosophy, Scott's diatrabe against the state is manifested in his area of specialization which is agronomy/agriculture. It's a really wonderful breath of fresh air that clears out those musty cobwebs of delusional statist, utopian efforts that should have been put to the grave a long time ago.
Needless to say, the State is misuided and inneficient at best, and downright genocidal and fucking evil at worst. While arguemnts can be made, no doubt, these attempts to quote, "Improve the Human Condition," have been undertaken with the best intentions, their results have been nothing but atrocious assaults on voluntary human action leading to famines, state-sponsored coercion, force, and downright butchery. As Nietzche proclaimed the death of God, so the modern librul has instead of rejecting the omniscient/omnipresent diety's existence, he has merely supplanted one god with another - the state. The state becomes the Big Brother in the sky who is just as capricious, violent, and genocidal as the YHWH of the Old Testament, and the new sacred innerent text is not the Bible, but the holy writ of (Hi-) Modernism.
Unfortunately Plato, who ruined everything, was fucking wrong. There's isn't a realm of perfect ideals where everything that exists is derived from. Life is messy, bizzarre, strange, and downright chaotic. Life, especially human life, is not a mathematical function that can be simply altered with a few different variables here and there. Nope, it's impossibly more complex than any amount of human intelligence and erudition could ever provide. The ancients knew this, and they knew it well. Practical (metis) skills and ability trump knowledge. Which doesn't mean that knowledge is useless or that we should become epistemic nihilists. Knowledge should merely be derived from expirience; grand laws and theories being born our of expierience not the other way around. Bottom up not top down.
Anyways, really great book that has fit in really well with my current philosophical/political proclivities. Scott shows qite clearly how modernism has ruined farming and caused unfathomable harm and destruction to everyday people all with the best intentions.
If you enjoyed this book, I highly recoment Pinnker's, The Blank Slate, and Taleb's, The Black Swan and Anti-Fragile, which both take some pretty have potshots at this whole farce of Modernism and the awful destruction it has wreaked in, psychology, medecine, finance, and economics.