For those online around 2015 this might sound familiar, as a similar series of events (without the dramatic backstory of the triplets) occurred when a youtuber purported to have downloaded the video game Sad Satan off the "dark web", which then got reuploaded elsewhere on the internet with child porn images added, maybe added by a third party to make it more shocking and grab some attention. It worked and it became a kind of internet sensation for a little while, something so base and nakedly vile providing a fodder for a million youtube videos. It seems clear to me that Nefando is a work that is inspired by Sad Satan but wants to ask what the intentions are behind the creators as well as those who consume games such as these.

Monica Ojeda posits three philosophical views through the three roommates aside from the triplets. It should be noted that in the story the child abuse footage was added in secretly by the triplets. The Hacker has a libertarian view on the matter, almost as you would expect from someone holding a very old stereotypical counter cultural style (Like Ginsberg, perhaps). His ultimate statement is that its old footage anyway, and its their abuse and thus its their right to explore it as they wish. The porno writer talks, not in direct connection to Nefando the game I might add, of sexual repression and the sublimation of sexuality into religious fervor. The other writer doesn't really add much new (or at least in my reading) but divulges that they had committed rape. All three of these views I don't think are meant to be morally supported by the book or are meant to be positive answers to the question of why the triplets did what they did, rather they seem to be answers of how each of the three characters justifies (or fails to) their own collaboration in something quite wicked. Through regression, avoidance, repression the three justify or avoid their involvement with Nefando to a largely unseen investigator of some nature.

Then of course there is the question what of those who play games like Nefando or Sad Satan, or more realistically, read about and watch them from a distance? I don't think the answer in Nefando or real life is that these people are drawn to it for the the material in it itself, but rather for the extremity of the content and the luridness around it. To maybe make a trite comparison, it is the same drive that makes people drawn to true crime, but formulated in a (maybe) more antisocial way. Ojeda from my understanding states this most explicitly in the following:

The siblings said, with good reason, that there

are two ways to face our humanity: digging into the sky or

digging into the earth. Clouds or worms. Sky-blue or black.

Normally we all dig into the sky, because only crazy people look

down and excavate. Supposedly we want the immensity, not our

own but the one that’s beyond us, that’s always far away from

skin and bones, far away from the dust to which we’ll return and

use to feed the grass. I’ll tell you one thing, and this I learned

with the Teráns, it’s always better to dig into the earth. It isn’t

the easy path. It’s painful, yes, but all knowledge is a splinter,

embedded and impossible to remove. Looking up, climbing clouds,

getting farther and farther away from yourself and what you are,

you can come to know your painting, but never yourself. Because

yeah, man, don’t look at me like that: we’re knowable, even if it’s

an unstable, broken knowing, we can explore ourselves like a

cave. The siblings knew themselves. They knew their quicksand,

and that in itself is a lot, tío. Fuck. What do you want me to

say? The siblings were plausible and possible. That was enough

for me.”

Is there truth in the most basest and evil aspects of our society? In our worst and most grievous wounds? That is basically a truism that everyone can agree with but the question is what is gleaned from it? In Nefando, I have no clue what is to be learned and understood throughout this. I hoped to maybe resolve this in writing this but I think I have only just expounded on my confusion. The novel ends in an anticlimax, the Teran triplets disappear, the characters disperse to the corners of the world to be interviewed by an unmanned investigator, there seems to be no resolution. Maybe the Terans had proven that their abuse was not just a heartbreaking tragic incident but something that had demand, that had a market. Maybe in this there was some reclamation, and the grand point of it is we are not so inclined to look at the sky, but to grasp at the dirt for the obscene and the evil.

I still don't know what to think of the book. There is something here and I think I might not be able to pick apart what Ojeda is doing here. The subject material is tough enough on its own and the ambiguity makes one hyper-focus on it and a kind of calculus in my head emerges. Is the book doing something interesting or meaningful enough to warrant the transgression? I've enjoyed books dealing with similarly dark content before (The Sluts by Dennis Cooper for one), its not necessarily the transgression that I disagree with. It is that I don't know what it is really doing with it that is the issue for me, maybe this will be resolved with a reread one day down the road. The writing here is good and I feel like there must be something I am missing something, it is clear Ojeda is not dealing with merely shock value here, one day I hope I understand it.