Tag: the Midwest

You can buy Stephen Paul Foster’s new novel When Harry Met Sally here.

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Stephen Paul Foster
After Harry Met Sally: A Novel of Philosophical Discovery 
Independently published, 2021

I can still hear you saying
We would never break the chain. — Fleetwood Mac, “The Chain”

Readers who enjoyed last year’s Toward the Bad I Kept on Turning: A Confessional Novel — as I did here[1] — will have their winters brightened by news that it now has something of a sequel; which is to say, how it functions as a sequel is left to the reader as a pleasant discovery. (more…)

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Do not believe the poster of this 1952 film. Do not. Wait ‘Till the Sun Shines, Nellie, isn’t the pleasant, bubbly, Technicolor singfest that is promised, although the song with all its nostalgic sentiment is there. Its appearances, however, evoke sadness and regret, much like old family photos tend to.

The action begins in the 1890s aboard a train chugging to Chicago, carrying Ben Harper (David Wayne) and Nellie (Jean Peters). (more…)

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This article is not going to be political. It’s just an interesting anecdote. John Derbyshire at VDare has his story about how he was once an extra in a Bruce Lee movie. This is my Bruce Lee story; a pre-Dissident Right brush with history. I’m going to tell you about the time I used to live next door to a serial killer. (more…)

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I don’t know where I first heard this joke:

“How do you keep 5 blacks from raping a white woman?” “Throw them a basketball.” (more…)

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As an American, I find European theories about this country and its character intriguing (or amusing) — particularly those formed from intimate experience. Of course, such theories presuppose that there is and has been such a thing as “the American people,” or “ethny” from which to draw an assessment. I submit two, not quite antithetical, but competing European judgments about the United States. (more…)

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When I saw Blue Velvet and Twin Peaks, I was convinced that David Lynch is an essentially conservative and religious filmmaker, with a populist and mystical bent. Arguing that thesis was an uphill battle as his work got increasingly dark in the nineties. Many people interpreted Lynch’s portrayals of quirky, salt-of-the-Earth white Americans as parody, his mysticism as arbitrary weirdness, and his depictions of evil and violence as inconsistent with having a conservative and religious moral center. (more…)

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There needs to be formal recognition of the genre of TV shows where the protagonists “walk the Earth.” The best explanation of these was given by Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) to his partner Vincent (John Travolta) in the film Pulp Fiction:

Jules: First, I’m going to deliver this case to Marsellus, then, basically, I’m just going to walk the Earth.

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Gordie Howe

Editor’s Note:

We are publishing the following piece on implicit whiteness in the Hockey Imperium to coincide with the Stanley Cup Finals.

The Landmark Deal

I had true modest heroes, well suited for a good life.  (more…)