Brian Aldiss
Moreau’s Other Island
Jonathan Cape Ltd., 1980
Moreau’s Other Island by the science fiction writer Brian Aldiss was published over thirty years ago, but it still retains a certain “bite” in socio-biological terms.
Brian Aldiss
Moreau’s Other Island
Jonathan Cape Ltd., 1980
Moreau’s Other Island by the science fiction writer Brian Aldiss was published over thirty years ago, but it still retains a certain “bite” in socio-biological terms.
Interviewer’s Note:
I admit to being a little mystified when I arrived at the British National Party’s 2007 Red, White, and Blue festival. In America, I’m used to nationalists having small, anxious meetings (that is, if the local leftists allow us to meet at all). But what I saw in England was astonishing: (more…)
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The “superhero movie” [less reverently, the “comic book movie”] has always been an ‘implicitly White’ genre, for fairly obvious reasons; indeed, the whole notion of a “black superhero” seems a contradiction in terms, despite heroic efforts on the part of good-thinking Liberals in the MSM, hoping to expiate their guilt over profiting from such a “white supremacist” enterprise. [Stuff Black People Don’t Like has covered this issue in all its ramifications, from the failure of M.A.N.T.I.S. to the casting of Black Thor, collected here].
Adam Fergusson
When Money Dies: The Nightmare of Deficit Spending, Devaluation, and Hyperinflation in Weimar Germany
Old Street Publishing, 2010
To commemorate Yukio Mishima’s 86th birthday, I am publishing a revised and extended version of Kerry Bolton’s essay “Yukio Mishima.” This version will be chapter 14 of Bolton’s book Artists of the Right: Resisting Decadence, forthcoming from Counter-Currents.
Portuguese translation here
Yukio Mishima, 1925–1970, was born Kimitake Hiraoka into an upper middle class family. Author of a hundred books, playwright, and actor, he has been described as the “Leonardo da Vinci of contemporary Japan,”[1] and is one of the few Japanese writers to have become widely known and translated in the West. (more…)
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I have been inspired over the last several months by many of the critiques of different aspects of modern society put forth by Alex Kurtagi?. The sardonic yet brutally honest way in which he tackles airport security, telephone technical assistance, television—and in his novel Mister, virtually everything comprising modern democratic civilization—corresponds to the way I think every minute of every day about the things around me. This inspiration, coupled with realizations gleaned from my daily routine, produced my article “American Secondary Schoolers” in which I explained the utter hopelessness of today’s middle and high school students. (more…)
Radical Traditionalists like me believe, or should I say, know, that civilizations are organic entities that are born, grow, climax, decay, and then die. Though few are willing to admit it, this fact holds true for the United States as well. Like every empire that has come before it, “the land of milk and honey” will ultimately collapse following a series of internal and external crises.
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Radical Traditionalists like me believe, or should I say, know, that civilizations are organic entities that are born, grow, climax, decay, and then die. Though few are willing to admit it, this fact holds true for the United States as well. Like every empire that has come before it, “the land of milk and honey” will ultimately collapse following a series of internal and external crises. (more…)
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Gudrun Brangwen, the Modern Woman
Gerald Crich is only one half of Lawrence’s portrait of the “modern individual.” The other half is Gudrun Brangwen. Of course, Birkin and Ursula are modern individuals, though in a different sense. The latter couple are both seeking some fulfilling way to live in, or in spite of, the modern world. (more…)
“There never was a good biography of a good novelist,” F. Scott Fitzgerald once observed. “He is too many people, if he’s any good.” This dictum holds particularly true in the case of Jack London (1876–1916). For biographers and critics as well, he is the most elusive of subjects. As a person, as a writer, and most of all as a man of ideas, he continually takes on different and sharply contrasting forms.
Jack London was born John Griffith Chaney in San Francisco on January 12, 1876. An adventurer and Jack of all trades in his youth, London achieved fame and fortune as a fiction writer and journalist. But he never forgot his working class roots and remained a life-long advocate of workers’ rights, unionism, and revolutionary socialism. (See his essay “What Life Means to Me.”)
I was born in the working-class. Early I discovered enthusiasm, ambition, and ideals; and to satisfy these became the problem of my child-life. My environment was crude and rough and raw. I had no outlook, but an uplook rather. My place in society was at the bottom. Here life offered nothing but sordidness and wretchedness, both of the flesh and the spirit; for here flesh and spirit were alike starved and tormented.