Sanity, the Paperback

The paperback of Sanity is now available. I’m with the crowd that still prefers real books–though reading on a screen has its times and places.

Turns out that preparing a book for print is far more difficult than the e-version. I fiddled with the images and the layout for days.

You’ll note there’s a different cover. Let’s not get into the technical details of that. I think it looks sort of cool and faintly menacing, though. So I’m good with it.

If Mike Hammer had a son with Dagny Taggart, he might have turned out something like Cal Adler, the hero of Sanity. Just in case you were wondering.

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Sanity – a Novel is Published

It took longer than gestating a real baby, but I published the novel yesterday, for Kindle only so far. The print version requires a lot more work to get right, but there will be one within the week–I personally like to read books.

The eminent Nick B. Steves was an early reader and I trust he won’t mind me quoting a bit of his response:

I had the chance to read in on a flight to Phoenix. It was dynamite. Couldn’t put it down…

SANITY is soaked in an anti-modernist critique that long-time lurkers will find as comfortable as an old shoe. It doesn’t preach, but rather assumes the sale. For those who’ve drunk deeply at the NRx water-cooler, there will be many cleverly hidden Easter Eggs.

I previously posted about the process of writing and the part fiction could play in making our culture and society less worser. I hope you will buy and read the book and if so inclined, review it.

I’ll have more to say about the details soon. One more time:

Sanity – a Novel

 

Back with a Book, But Liberalism Unsteelmanned

A full two months ago I posted Steelmanning Liberalism (I), the (I) being a kind of warranty express and/or implied, but (II), which was supposed to be about how Liberalism (ostensibly) prevents civil war, won’t be appearing; it just wasn’t coming out of the unconscious depths from whence all my good writing emerges.

I was concentrating my mental energy on my novel Sanity, and I’m extremely pleased to report that my “final draft” is complete. Here’s the current, if somewhat inscrutable, synopsis: Continue reading

An Excerpt from My Novel “Sanity”

Awhile back someone on Twitter asked who was going to be the Tom Wolfe of the Dark Enlightenment/Red Pill (I’ll find it and give credit in due time). I decided it might as well be me, and I’ve been working on it for some weeks now. It will probably be mid-summer before it’s published, but while we wait for the fruits here’s a sample (yeah, my fictional style is different, and yeah, it’s present tense and no, it’s not the final edit):

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The Nine Laws, by Ivan Throne – A Review

The Nine Laws by Ivan Throne. Castalia House, 2016

UP FRONT: This is not a detached, completely objective review of something in which I have no personal stake, like Michael Howard’s The Franco-Prussian War or Phillip Wylie’s Generation of Vipers (both of which are superb; you should read them). Instead this review is from someone invested in the book in question, not monetarily but philosophically.

Think for yourself.

I first saw the work of Ivan Throne around the beginning of 2016, and I wrote about his blog in April. Two weeks ago he published his full-length book The Nine Laws.

In brief, The Nine Laws has four main parts: 1) The revelation and explication of the Nine Laws, and a detailed essay on each; 2) The Dark World and [what is?] the Dark Triad Man; 3) Training, and; 4) The Arena of Blood and War (that is, the world of today). But before any further detailed description of the main text, we consider the foundational preface, which was posted in full by Vox Day upon the release of the book. Since it’s also available in the “Look Inside” free access portion of the book on Amazon, see it below. Read and mentally enfold. It will avoid the necessity of my providing any detailed introduction: Continue reading

No, Your Men Aren’t Failing You, Bitchez

So in Philadelphia, women are being killed after they give up their purses to the Death Eaters. Of course, it’s just a statistical anomaly, since our present-day Enlightened societies are nicer than they’ve ever been. A Harvard professor even wrote a book about that, so it must be true. And now, a Philadelphia “political consultant”:

He pointed out that the old code of the streets, that thieves don’t hurt women and children, is no longer honored.

“This new generation, they don’t have a clue,” Glenn said disgustedly

Now, the vibrancy of Philadelphia street criminals isn’t in question, but at least the old ones didn’t actually shoot people after sticking a gun in their face and demanding their money. At least not as often. Y’know, accidents happen sometimes during armed robberies.

All this is bad enough, but there’s one more quote in this article that brings out the Darkly Enlightened in me:

“She gave it up and she still was killed,” said Sanchez, 40, an administrative assistant. “It’s 2:40 in the morning. She’s just coming out of the bar. At 2-something in the morning, they probably didn’t have that much cash on them.

“Where are our men? Why are they not protecting us?” Sanchez continued, her voice full of frustration. “Men are failing us. I feel as though we are not being protected.”

Okay, take a deep breath and prepare for all caps:

YOUR MEN ARE NOT THERE BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT MARRIED TO YOU AND NOT LIVING WITH YOU. TWO “INDEPENDENT” WOMEN LEAVING A BAR TOGETHER AT 2 F***** 40 AM DON’T HAVE “MEN” OR THEIR MEN WOULD HAVE HAD THEM AT HOME WHERE THEY COULD PROTECT THEM INSTEAD OF WALKING THE MEAN STREETS OF F***** PHILADELPHIA AT  2 F***** 40 AM. YOU’RE 40 YEARS OLD, BITCH, WHY IS THERE NO MENTION OF A HUSBAND IN THE STORY? YOU’RE “INDEPENDENT” OF MEN NOW, SO GET YOUR OWN PISTOL AND PROTECT YOUR OWN ASS. OH WAIT, YOUR “LIBERAL” CITY HAS “BANNED” GUNS SO NOW YOU CAN’T HAVE ONE AND NEITHER CAN “YOUR MAN” IF YOU GET ONE. ONLY THE MURDEROUS THUGS HAVE THEM NOW, BABE. YOU’RE LIVING IN “PROGRESS” SO EAT IT AND ENJOY IT.

“Men are failing us.” Oh the delicious, delicious irony of that. You need men like a fish needs a bicycle, right? You won’t have any man telling you what to do, right? You’ll wear the clothes you want and go out when you want, but “Where (the f***) are our men?”

Quod erat demonstrandum.