German translation here
Daniel Friberg
The Real Right Returns: A Handbook for the True Opposition
London: Arktos, 2015
As with any revealed religion, you have to be skeptical when a political text promises to show you the Way. (more…)
German translation here
Daniel Friberg
The Real Right Returns: A Handbook for the True Opposition
London: Arktos, 2015
As with any revealed religion, you have to be skeptical when a political text promises to show you the Way. (more…)
Here’s a sign that the feces-slinging partisan playpen that is the Internet is getting to you: I caught myself feeling decidedly strange as I made plans to write this tandem review of an essay collection by Andy Nowicki—a devout Catholic—and Valencia, an autobiographical novel by James Nulick, whose protagonist catches AIDS during a gay-sex-and-crack binge.
“Who’s going to want to read about both of them?” said my stupid brain. (more…)
Trevor Blake
Confessions of a Failed Egoist, and Other Essays
Baltimore: Underworld Amusements, 2014
Fred Wilkes
The Gospel According to Malfew Seklew: and Other Writings By and About Sirfessor Wilkesbarre
Ed. Kevin I. Slaughter, Introduction by Trevor Blake
Baltimore: Underworld Amusements, 2014 (more…)
“Spinoza was neither an optimist nor a pessimist. He neither laughed at life nor grieved over it. It is possible that he understood it.” —Edgar Saltus, The Anatomy of Negation
After making something of an effort to keep up with the terrific output of Vox Day’s Castalia House imprint, I’m now poking my nose into Kevin Slaughter’s doings over at his Underworld Amusements publishing venture. (more…)
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One thing amazes me prodigiously—I’d say it stuns me: that even during the scientific era in which I write, after umpteen examples, after all the newspaper scandals, there can still exist, in our dear France (as they say in the budget committee), a voter, one single voter—that irrational creature, unnatural and hallucinatory—who consents to interrupting his affairs, his dreams, or his pleasures, to go vote in favor or anything or anyone. (more…)
Octave Mirbeau
In the Sky
Trans. Ann Sterzinger
Intro. by Claire Nettleton
Charleston, W.V.: Nine-Banded Books, 2015
Octave Mirbeau (1848-1917) was a French novelist who flourished in the last decades of the 19th and the first decade of the 20th century. After ghostwriting a number of books over several years, he began publishing novels under his own name, (more…)
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I’m sure by now you’ve seen that awful picture of the little refugee boy. Drowned off the coast of Turkey due to cruel European control of the laws of physics, his arms in a gracefully pathetic “hug me, I’m dead” position, he’s been passed around Facebook (more…)
A. D. Condo and J. W. Raper
Outbursts of Everett True
Introduction by Trevor Blake
Baltimore: Underworld Amusements, 2015
There are many things about Chicago of which I am not proud: our glum acceptance of the ten percent sales tax; liberal North Siders’ wheedling attempts to be “down” with the South Side (while avoiding that part of Chiraq out of pure self-preservation); or our continual reelection of machine politicians, (more…)
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Vox Day
SJWs Always Lie: Taking Down the Thought Police
Foreword by Milo Yiannopolous
Castalia House, 2015
“Another reason these SJW ambushes are so often surprising is because . . . some of them have nothing to do with any animus for the target, but are launched in order for the SJW to obtain status within the social justice movement. . . . Sensing an opportunity to make a name for herself by vilifying a Nobel prize-winner, [Connie St. Louis] struck [at Sir Tim Hunt].”
—From SJWs Always Lie, by Vox Day (more…)
We’ve seen a lot of weird social justice warrior tricks lately . . . in fact, they seem to have gotten even more aggressively off-putting since Gawker started to tank.
More violent, even: we have privilege-screeching rich girls throwing beer bottles at Roosh V. for exercising what’s left of the right to free speech in Canada. (more…)
Ann Sterzinger
The Talkative Corpse: A Love Letter
Chicago: Hopeless Books, 2014
Grim Reaper: “Shut up, you American. You Americans, all you do is talk, and talk, and say “let me tell you something” and “I just wanna say.” Well, you’re dead now, so shut up.”[1]
Having already said, in my review of Ann Sterzinger’s Girl Detectives, that I looked forward to reading her subsequent books, (more…)