I think of Mark Fisher as something like the Prometheus of critical theory. He absconds with academia's niche ideas and repackages them with characteristic clarity and humanity. And for all this he never cheapens the ideas that he talks about, he only consolidates, enriches, and edifies them.
Capitalist Realism took its title and central arguments from Frederic Jameson, the recently passed titan of postmodern thought. Ghosts of My Life repurposed Derrida's notion of "hauntology" within the framework of Fisher's own interactions with media and our modern capitalist landscape. Fisher's poignant and exceedingly human analysis makes these abstract concepts more approachable. He takes a crack of lightning and gives us a torch.
In his final posthumously-published work Fisher sets his eyes on an ambitious Olympian flame: modern philosophy's obsession with horror.

Incredible review--I love, in the end, how you incorporated Fisher's demise into your analysis of the book. I wonder how the release of "The Weird and the Eerie" felt given that he died shortly before it; I wonder if this could be a roadmap to understand his own absence.
Thank you! I felt conflicted whether or not to include that actually but ultimately felt it was pretty impossible not to mention
100%—your instincts were definitely right. I feel like it’s mentioned in a lot of writing about him, too, or at least it feels like his death hangs over it