Bakker is the only current fantasy author (whom I've read) that has continually convinced me that his texts, his philosophy, and his work in general, is intellectually mature and genuinely violent (i.e. its violence isn't there for effect, it's there because it communicates something about the ideas in the novels themselves). When I read Bakker, I'm overwhelmed by the profound feeling that my existence is fragile and that death not only hems in from all sides, but is actually a part of me. They're purposefully and authentically apocalyptic texts, and the pain in them is palpable, not merely theatrical.