My Work is Not Yet Done is a novella published alongside two other stories. It is, to this date, the longest work of fiction produced by Thomas Ligotti. It is also a deeply vexing work. While the book is occasionally brilliant and incredibly twisted, it is also a deeply taciturn book that is forever seeking to wrong-foot its readers with a series of shifts in tone, style and even genre. The book’s ultimate target is work (that most inhuman and universal form of slavery) but I would argue that the book’s shifts in tone and sympathies also suggest a desire to deny its audience the vicarious catharsis that generally comes with a good story of revenge. It is this aspect of the story I want to discuss here.