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Next to The Conspiracy Against the Human Race, Mickey Spillane seems about as hard-boiled as bubble gum." -Nic Pizzolatto "And if we’re talking about hard-boiled detectives, too, what could be more hardboiled than the worldview of Ligotti or Cioran? They make the grittiest of crime writers seem like dilettantes. When Rust notices a billboard for missing children that reads 'Who Killed Me?' the voice of our future and our past speaks simultaneously." -Marian St. The landscape speaks sensorially, through a soundtrack of slave songs, indigenous symbols, talisman and rituals–traces of cultures and practices disappeared by genocidal economies of Antebellum South and the Western Expansion. Louisiana’s not land/not water landscape becomes a shattered mirror to project our disappearing future onto. The landscape reminds us through its accompanying soundtrack of judgment and redemption, what is 'owed by our society for our mutual illusions.' By hearing color and tasting sound, he takes guidance from cosmological and metaphysical orders to read the signs of the exhausted, poisoned landscape. From his place outside and between, he is uniquely suited to decode the doublespeak of institutional power (The Tuttles, Louisiana State Police Department and the taskforce) and negotiate the terrain of outlaw life (Iron Crusaders, Gas World Express, and drug cartels).Īs a silent witness to atrocity, the landscape becomes the voice of the disappeared, which Rust is able to decipher by listening to other sensorial input ignored by Enlightment prejudice toward visible, observed, reality. It is only through the hallucinogenic lens of PTSD and synesthesia that Rust can clearly read through the cognitive dissonance of corporate brandspeak (The 'Wellspring Initiative') and see it for what it really is in order to track corruption’s 'sprawl.' By using instinct to 'read the signs' across the 'aluminum and ash' bayou where 'nothing grows in the right direction', Rust maintains a 'meta' relationship with social order to subvert and survive it. Rust’s hypersensitivity endows him with the ability to see beyond things, to 'mainline the secret truth of the universe.' His relationship to the 'psychosphere' connects him with the cosmological mappings of a pre-colonial landscape.
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"Dystopian, Post-Collapse America is marked by a new kind of tribalism and 'niche extremism' that requires both pre-industrial survival skills like bow hunting, as well as modern military training. “You see, we all got what I call a life trap, this gene deep certainty that things will be different, that you’ll move to another city and meet the people that’ll be the friends for the rest of your life, that you’ll fall in love and be fulfilled. There’s a line in a Sherlock Holmes story where Holmes explains to Watson that the evils of the city pale in comparison to the horrors of the isolated countryside, where who knows what terrors exist in the lonely farmhouse, cut off from civilization and beholden to no oversight? I always sensed that." -Nic Pizzolatto And in places like this, where there’s little economy and inadequate education, women and children are the first to suffer, by and large. There’s a sense here that the apocalypse already happened. ”I think True Detective is portraying a world where the weak (physically or economically) are lost, ground under by perfidious wheels that lie somewhere behind the visible, wheels powered by greed, perversity, and irrational belief systems, and these lost souls dwell on an exhausted frontier, a fractured coastline beleaguered by industrial pollution and detritus, slowly sinking into the Gulf of Mexico.