{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

I have been reading Gargoyles by Thomas Bernhard.  It is somewhat depressing, but that is just the nature of the brute facts revealed, such as the fact that country folk can be even more brutal than city folk.   The way the owner of the tavern/hotel mourns his wife's murder as though he has lost livestock/slave, not a "life partner" ...  The way the patron who knocked her with a bottle did not even recall having committed the act ...

How does the "sensitive soul" traverse through such landscapes?

While reading it, I am reminded of the unpleasant natures of my fellow human animal creatures  --- and of the deep well of pain beneath the surface ready to erupt should my own Creaturely Presence be threatened in any way.

I have not been able to stay calm long enough to read very much (restlessness), but I sense this evening I may be able to summon the calmness required to be content to simply BE.   

Schopenhauer said that the best way to show one's contempt or disdain for those who torment you is to have nothing to do with them.

How do these novelists transform the pain and anguish and brutality we experience in this life into literature?