I've said it before, possibly even phrased it the same way, but a thread running through a lot of the stuff I like's the kind of thing
@mvuent's talked about re: The Backrooms and liminal spaces. A sense of ambiguity, a hint at things out of sight. It's there in Borges and Ballard and Beckett. It's in
Alien. It's in Edward Hopper. It's in Lynch, Tarkovsky and Antonioni. I like suggestive environments with little to no people. There's something about an empty space or landscape with a certain kind of lighting or structure that fires my imagination. That's why I like writers like DeLillo and Baudrillard too. They can write the way a Hopper or a Magritte looks. It's something Ballard does brilliantly and explicitly when he both directly and indirectly references Ernst in The Drowned World.
I was just thinking about Burroughs in relation to this. He's interesting in this regard because I don't get any mystery or ambiguity from him at all. Everything feels very upfront and in your face, even the landscape sort of scenes in
The Soft Machine that come off like an Ernst. It's all there on the end of the fork, or however Kerouac famously phrased it. I can't picture a single empty setting or even an inch of unoccupied space. It's like a Bosch painting with things going on everywhere. I think this may actually be a Bosch on the cover of
Cities of the Red Night, or at least something with a similar feel. Perfect choice.
Baudrillard's definition of obscenity as total transparency also comes to mind,
'Scene' and 'obscene' do not, of course, have the same etymology, but it is tempting to connect the two. For as soon as there is a scene or a stage, there is gaze and distance, play and otherness. The spectacle is bound up with the scene. On the other hand, when we are in obscenity, there is no longer any scene or stage, any play, and the distance of the gaze is abolished. Let us take the pornographic sphere: it is clear that in pornography the body is, in its entirety, realized. Perhaps the definition of obscenity might be, then, the becoming-real, the becoming-absolutely real, of something which until then was treated metaphorically, or had a metaphorical dimension. Sexuality - and seduction too - always has a metaphorical dimension. In obscenity, the body, the sex organs, the sex act are brutally no longer 'mis en scene', but immediately proffered for view or, in other words, for devouring; they are absorbed and resorbed at one and the same time. It is a total 'acting out' of things that ought to be subject to a dramaturgy, a scene, a play between partners. Here there is no play, no dialectic or separation, but a total collusion of the elements.