Now 60 pages into Negarestani's Cyclonopedia, I think I can speak with some confidence now - Edit 1
Before modification by Larry at 14/09/2010 05:45:48 PM
I don't want to read something really crappy, like, say, Goodkind, but I'm willing to consider reading something well-written in virtually any genre.
John Crowley, The Solitudes
John Gardner, Grendel
Thomas Ligotti, Songs of a Dead Dreamer
Michal Ajvaz, The Golden Age, The Other City
Elizabeth Hand, Generation Loss
Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe, Poem Strip
And I've been hearing that Reza Negarestani's Cyclonopedia: Complicity with Anonymous Materials is a mindfuck of a novel. I'm only on the first chapter, though. Promising.
This might be fucked up in such a glorious way that hasn't been seen since Illuminati! was released.