At the end of a year in which a global pandemic devoured the future, I found myself re-reading Fisher’s work and nodding gravely along. It made me recognise why I retreated to the ashen, rococo wasteland of Fallout 4, a world where things have gone quite bad. Given all that’s happened in recent months, I had found a perverse comfort in it.
My discomfort, after a decade of researching and writing about the Armenian genocide, is that Operation Nemesis was needed in the first place. The assassinations of Talât and his confederates is one of few moments of justice for those whose bones still lay scattered across Anatolia. And that should be discomforting to everyone.