When I was writing my book, Brutes, there came a point where I wanted to be thinking about it even when I was so tired of it I couldn’t bear to look at it anymore. I was also terrified of leaving it alone, like the book would forget me if I stopped reminding it I was there. I was lost, needy, desperate for guidance! The books below all contained the kind of atmosphere I wanted to create in my book; books that hover between simple and strange, that show the derangement of reality...