“Sad Planets makes the claim for a cosmic and inhuman melancholy … It’s extraordinarily original, wide-ranging, lucid, and readable … This brilliant text is a Minima Moralia for the twenty-first century.”
—Claire Colebrook, author of Death of the Posthuman: Essays on Extinction
“Sad Planets generates a rich constellation of interrelated ideas. Its mini-essays, lively and eloquent, are unexpectedly exhilarating despite their apocalyptic subject. This is a book that will transform its readers.”
—Peter Schwenger, author of The Tears of Things
This book is timely and important … it provides new ways of thinking about our relationship to the future, to the planet, to the earth, to space, and to climate change … it speaks to the affects surrounding climate change, from fear and dread to complacency or helplessness, even anger.”
—Kelly Oliver, author of Earth and World: Philosophy after the Apollo Missions
“Sad Planets is both brilliant and original … perhaps the real lesson of the book is that there is no way to ever fully deal with our overall reality. But by translating this dilemma from an intellectual one into an emotional one Sad Planets establishes itself alongside the greatest texts about melancholia in the English language.”
—Steven Shaviro, author of Fluid Futures: Science Fiction and Potentiality
Co-authored with Dominic Pettman
Published by Polity Books
“Scholarly advice for dark times.”
—The New Yorker
“Provides a metric ton of misery and a lot of company.”
–The New York Times
“Teeming with aphorisms and hilarious one-liners… probably philosophy’s only beach read.”
—Vice
“Thacker is one of the most refreshing thinkers to come out of the United States in recent years.”
—The Quietus
“A refreshing addition to the contemporary resurgence of interest in the possibilities of the hybrid essay form.”
—ArtReview
“Belongs on the shelf next to the likes of Nietzsche and Schopenhauer… a desperate whisper into the void that is both haunting and heartbreaking.”
—Into the Void
“An unabashed ode to jaded misanthropy…Thacker’s sharp-elbowed observations about the endless stupidity that is all of us is perversely joyous.”
—Manhattan Book Review
Published by Repeater Books
Distributed by Penguin Random House