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book report: Cloud Atlas

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David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas: another of the books I’m reading so I can throw it away before I leave Germany. It was a gift from a friend and for a long time I thought, I will never read this undoubted shite, based mostly on the cover

I’ve had enough fokcen horrible experiences with “bestsellers” which turn out to be okay but forgettable (Netherland), supposedly hilarious but actually dull (Rancid Aluminium), tediously well-crafted & lifeless (The Little Friend), pretentious, unconvincing, and badly-researched (Tree of Smoke), “creative writing workshop exemplar” (Enduring Love), wearyingly insubstantial (Birdsong), quite fun but nothing more (Captain Corelli’s Mandolin), boring pastiche (The Unconsoled), depressingly pointless & joyless (2666), competent but somehow meagre (The Plot Against America), aggressively unpleasant (The Wasp Factory), disappointingly trivial (Possession).

So I was quite surprised by Cloud Atlas. It’s very good. Not sure I’d re-read it but then I mostly only re-read poetry, philosophy and beyond-very-good fiction. The structure is initially confusing: it begins with the journal of a lawyer at sea in the 1800s, cuts to the letters of a young musician in the 1920s, then a journalist in the 70s, an elderly publisher in the present, then some sci-fi future of Blade Runner-esque androids, then lastly a post-apocalyptic future of rape and cannibalism. There is a connection running throughout, so the musician finds the lawyer’s journals, the journalist meets the recipient of the musician’s letters, the publisher receives a novel by or based on the journalist’s tale, and so on. The connective ligaments are not so explicit as to render great satisfaction to the more obvious reader; indeed, I found myself wondering just what manner of underlying structure there was, beyond a birthmark common to each time-segment and the overlapping narrations, so something of each protagonist (journal, letters, novel, film, video) is encountered in the next sequence; but this is not, in itself, very satisfying.

I think that while the film trailer talks about love and redemption and what not, the real connective matter is connection itself – it’s not a story about love or heroism or anything of that sort; it says rather: “each life & time is connected to others, in some manner”.

Mitchell has a stammer and an autistic son, suggesting that connection, coherence, fluidity, does not come naturally in his world. Had he created a more coherent ligature, perhaps I would have thought it a great novel; as it is, it’s possible I would re-evaluate, were I to read it a second time, and I enjoyed the prose and situations so much I dare say I will read it again, in a few years. The ultimate test of a novel isn’t “does it have profound meaning” but rather “did you enjoy it”. Balls to profundity if it gives no pleasure.

My own sense of slight disappointment most likely comes from my own odd perspective; that is, I remember fragments of another (relatively recent) life and have been told of others. Mitchell seems to be hinting at reincarnation as the underlying structure; but I noted none of the similitudes & ironies of our many lives – the characters of Cloud Atlas seemed to bear no real kinship, beyond a certain outsider, often outcast role in society. The only novel I know which uses reincarnation as a plot device, and comes very close to the reality, is Katherine Kerr’s Deverry series, especially the first four books. But since Mitchell does no more than hint, I can hardly criticise him for something he probably didn’t intend.

And there is a passage – which I failed to mark – where one character says something like “I would like a map by which to guide myself here, a map of the ephemeral and vague, the constantly shifting forces of our destinies & purpose, an atlas of the clouds” (my wording, as I can’t find the original now). It’s very modern in the sense of pointlessness, of history as a mechanical process within which we are churned up & destroyed, from life to life. It is, in a sense, accurate: there seems (as far as I can judge) no linear progression to reincarnation, no divinely-ordained karma; but there is certainly more structure and purpose than one would think from this excellent and enjoyable novel.

population control and the aliens

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A beyond weird article by Neon Revolt. I always dismissed aliens as evidently crazy talk, until about ten years ago when I read Bryan Appleyard’s Aliens. I knew the Yard to be a well-socialised boomer who had some openness to the uncanny (as do most people), balanced by a sober intelligence & a fundamentally normal psychology. The book convinced me that the thousands of alien sightings are more than the babblings of schizophrenics and attention seekers, though at the time I inclined to a Jungian hypothesis.

It seems that the powers that be are preparing us for some kind of alien-related disclosure (whether truth or disinformation). The mainstream media, and the Rogans, have been heavily pushing UFO content in the last year or two. There have been multiple MSM articles about USAF sightings of clearly unconventional aircraft, Pentagon officials admitting to massive unexplained activity in the air, interviews like this:

This is not an interview with some random geek in a bar, the speaker is a Lieutenant General. The way she so blatantly digresses from the question makes me think she was instructed to insert this information, much as I dare say Joe Rogan was told to get Bob Lazar on his show last week. If one (rightly) views the mainstream media as a propaganda organ for the Cabal, with some news mixed in there from time to time, it is tempting to think this is all a distraction, lies or misdirection; but for this:

and Trump’s odd insistence on the Space Force suggests there really is something out there (actually, most likely here). I was struck by this passage of Bill Cooper’s, quoted by Neon Revolt:

Another major finding was that the aliens were using humans and animals for a source of glandular secretions, enzymes, hormonal secretions, blood plasma and possibly in genetic experiments. The aliens explained these actions as necessary to their survival. They stated that their genetic structure had deteriorated and that they were no longer able to reproduce. They stated that if they were unable to improve their genetic structure, their race would soon cease to exist. We looked upon their explanations with extreme suspicion. 

This would make sense of one puzzling inconsistency in the Cabal’s actions: they have been advocating population control for decades, while doing nothing to control the 3rd World’s fertility:

How about this: for the aliens (and perhaps also for the human Cabal, with their exotic medications) it doesn’t make any difference if they use Norwegian or Italian or Japanese or African bodies and so they don’t care if the white race disappears under the black tide; in fact Africa may yield better subjects, given it (counter-intuitively) has the greatest genetic diversity on the planet. And so, for our human & non-human rulers a planet of 10 billion Africans would be ideal – especially since there would then be none of these pesky high-IQ, orderly, patient white people to correctly speculate about all the missing children, the flashing lights in the sky, the mutilations. Perhaps, if any high-IQ human beings are deemed necessary, the Chinese would be the ideal: high-IQ but also highly conformist and uncreative, perfect management-class drones to rule over the African gene crop.

Just a hypothesis but it would explain why the white race is being systematically discouraged from fertility, I suspect also partially sterilized (I know several young white women who find it almost impossible to get pregnant), and encouraged to race mix – to race mix not with high-IQ groups like the Japanese but with negroes and Pakistanis and Arabs. If the Cabal could ship in Aborigines, we would probably see adverts like these

and:

but with the Aborigines, the lowest IQ group on the planet, mating with the blondes.

This would also explain some of the elite resistance to the Cabal. I was for a while puzzled that a Manhattan liberal billionaire like Trump, and military intelligence officers like Flynn and Rogers, would oppose the Cabal since, surely, they inhabit largely the same domain; I was also a little surprised that neocons and mainstream “conservatives” like Lindsey Graham and Ted Cruz seem to be on the right side for once. But picture this: the human race is being farmed and most genetic groups are targeted for extinction, the utopian future being a planet full of Africans and Pakistanis and Arabs, the average IQ being in the 70-80 range, ruled over by utterly ruthless Chinese bureaucrats on behalf of aliens; picture an entire planet like Mogadishu; picture hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of human beings consumed by these aliens on a yearly basis, akin to the Mesoamerican human sacrifices of yore – I think even a Ted Cruz or Lindsey Graham would realise there is a right and a wrong side here, and it would be better to be Scalia-ed or Breitbarted than to sell out the entire human race to the aliens. I imagine something like the Tuttle video scene from True Detective, the kind of disclosure you can’t ignore; as Q put it:

These people need to ALL be ELIMINATED.
Those who know cannot sleep.
Q

reading a face: Roger Scruton

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I was listening to a youtube clip of (I think) Mike Enoch and Dr Narcan of The Right Stuff, a bit too carny for my tastes but there was an amusing moment where they discussed some paleocon/civic nationalist type, someone like Tucker Carlson, who was still clinging to the hope of rational discourse with the Left; one of the two said something like: “someone should just put a gun to the Left’s head, I understand he can’t do it, because he’s a conservative. He should ask me, I’m a fascist, I’ll do it.”

I still find such honesty a little shocking, regardless of my degree of agreement or disagreement (but then I live in Germany, a country where you can go to prison for speculating that maybe only 5.5 million were in the hall of cost). When I saw this photo of Roger Scruton, I thought, This is a man who wouldn’t put a gun to anyone’s head.

He can and often is forceful and critical, doesn’t strike me as conflict avoidant or easily rattled, but like most people he was formed by the era of his youth – he is an early-stage boomer (born 1944) who grew up in a time of low immigration, relative social cohesion, and so he has a gentle, open character, a very English tolerance for individual difference, also note his rumpled attire and face. It’s a nature largely incomprehensible to the German/French elites, who tend to the totalitarian & perfectionist & utopian. That disordered right trouser leg is why e.g. Germans think the English are eccentric; when Germans try for spezzatura or eccentricity it just comes across as, well, trying. The whole point of the old English style – a largely bygone characteristic – is to rub up against the grain of obdurate life, and spoil your perfection. It is the culture of the Common Law we had before the EU, of genuine (not enforced & alien) diversity within a genetic group, of a million unplanned & fortuitous events, of accident and humanity, exemplified in Scruton’s right trouser leg, in the legendary origin of The Order of the Garter:

Various legends account for the origin of the Order. The most popular involves the Countess of Salisbury, whose garter is said to have slipped from her leg while she was dancing at a court ball at Calais. When the surrounding  courtiers sniggered, the king picked it up and returned it to her, exclaiming, “Honi soit qui mal y pense!” (“Shame on him who thinks ill of it!”), the phrase that has become the motto of the Order.

Reminiscent also, as Wikipedia notes, of Sir Gawain & the Green Knight, one of the quintessential, strange poems of the old, now largely destroyed England. That one of the highest orders in the land seems to have originated in one of these

slipping down a woman’s leg and then being adopted as a mark of status by the various toffs (who at that point were also trained in combat and tended to be routinely murderous) is typically English; at least England as it was before it was systematically destroyed by globohomo and mass immigration.

Perhaps in some distant, post-Race-War future, a new and better order of knighthood will emerge, in which one’s right trouser leg is slightly rolled up; the right, not the left, to distinguish one from the Masons.

antithesis

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Good video by Morgoth and others, discussing in part the alliance between corporations and the more rabidly anti-white Left. I’m old enough to remember Naomi Klein’s No Logo, when capitalism and big business was largely an affair of the Right, even if, as with e.g. Roger Scruton, it was somewhat awkward; fifteen years ago, the Left were resolutely anti-big-business and regarded Starbucks, Burger King, etc. as baleful soul-crushing entities. Perhaps, fifteen years ago, more of the Left had actually worked in shitty jobs and so had developed a proper loathing for the happy smiley corporations they now admire; it seems that more & more Lefties have never actually had a really grindingly hard, badly-paid job.

The turnaround has been rapid. Now Burger King advertises milkshakes for the specific purpose of political intimidation. While it’s certainly better to get a milkshake in the face than acid or a brick, given Jo Brand has – without any legal consequences – suggested throwing acid at anyone the Left don’t like, were I a politician and someone threw anything at me, I would violently assume the worst. Sooner or later some screaming blue-haired freak is going to use acid, and then Jo Brand will simper “It’s just a joke!!! And who cares if a literal Nazi gets his face burnt off!” And I’m pretty sure, were right-wingers to throw even mineral water at figures like Obama or Tony Blair, they would be charged with hate crimes and the Guardian would be full of articles about the violent Right and the need for extreme measures against these vile mineral-water-carrying brownshirts.

Starbucks is now promising to pay for sex change surgery for trannies (40% suicide rate, post-surgery).

George Soros, the billionaire Nazi collaborator, is funding open borders Lefties and of course they don’t wonder why.

Every single big corporation supported Hillary Clinton and was opposed to Brexit. And yet the screaming blue-hairs suddenly forget that Amazon, Google, Burger King aren’t exactly on the side of humanity, and proudly march to purchase their frappuccinos and burgers, in order to more nearly resemble Jo Brand.

Testament to the NPC’s ability to live in the moment, according to whatever they are programmed to believe. I’m not sure if it’s impossible to break their minds, or if they are already broken and so the pieces can be moved effortlessly around at the whim of the elites.

And yet, it occurs to me that if people turn against corporations again, the implicit alliance of big business and anti-white, anti-Western hatred will enable some to turn Right; not many, since to them the Right is evil Hitler Thatcher gassing Ethiopian kids while Bob Geldof wasn’t looking. But because people mostly think in binary either/or terms, if one side of the equation becomes abhorrent, the opposite will become more attractive, or at least less repugnant. After all, many supported Stalin just because they didn’t like Nazi Germany.

And so the thesis, antithesis, synthesis process could result in a mature Right politics and culture of localism, tradition, and a move away from big business and the worship of the market. The Left will be left blue-haired and tattooed, enormously obese & riddled with AIDS, frantically sipping their Starbucks lattes, bowing down to Ronald McDonald and screaming invective against anything white, even swans. It would be one of History’s ironies if a lead figure in this paradigm shift was to be Donald Trump, the billionaire vulgarian, the reality TV star with a taste for gold decor and supermodels, but then who better to know that money can’t buy everything.

“powerful agents to the uninitiated”

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As I wrote earlier, one of the very few useful lessons from my expensive school – when I was about 12 the teacher brought in Left & Right-wing newspaper clippings covering the same event, and helped us analyse the bias, the lie-by-language. Two decades later I remember Peter Hitchens somewhere covering a riot in Pakistan, the adherents of the Religion of Peace rising up and attacking British embassies with identical, brand-new hammers and burning hundreds of identical, brand-new Union Jacks. He asked, from where exactly did they procure the flags? Is there a British shop selling literally hundreds of Union Jacks in Lahore or Karachi?

Most of the news is, to some degree, Fake News. After a while you start to notice, and then you ask, what is happening behind the scenes here? It can ruin simple pleasures, for example I was watching the video for Sharon Van Etten’s ‘Seventeen’ and, as she is standing on a stepladder in a lake

screaming at the camera,

I immediately thought of her likely response when the director told her “okay, next scene you’re on a ladder, in a lake, screaming”, the first few dozen takes as she shivered, looked pissed off, started laughing, stumbled and nearly fell into the water, everything behind the few seconds of her at 2:55 standing on a stepladder and rather declaiming:

I know what you’re going to be

I know that you’re going to be

You’re crumbling up just to see

Afraid that you’ll be just like me.

The Red Pill can become something of a meta-red-pill. I first heard it in relation to MGTOW, with men like Sandman having realised the nature of female behaviour, or at least the kind of women he meets & is drawn to & draws; then in about 2015 it came to describe the dissident Right, who are often strongly opposed to MGTOW.

At its essence, the Red Pill is the peeling-off of illusions, usually through painful disenchantment & betrayal (there would be no dissident Right if mainstream Conservatism actually conserved anything). A side effect is the habit of scrutinising all that glitters; so I was unsurprised by Milo’s accusations regarding Lauren Southern’s thottery (ably covered by Morgoth).

Glitter is the danger sign. Glitter and the implausible, e.g. an obscure Canadian Psychology professor suddenly giving speeches to the Trilateral Commission, a Rothschild banker appearing out of nowhere as an independent candidate for the French presidency, hundreds of Pakistan rioters with identical, brand-new Union Jack flags. It is all theatricality & deception. The meta-Red Pill is a sidelong wary glance towards such things, a distrust of anything that looks too good.

The deception works on many, but then initiation is always highly restricted.

book report: Merle’s Door (Ted Kerasote)

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For some reason I became curious about dog psychology so begoogled a bit and thus came to read Ted Kerasote’s Merle’s Door, a memoir about his time with a stray/wild dog he adopted, by name of Merle. As someone who always grew up with dogs, I found it pleasingly unsentimental and passionate, and I became once again resolved to at some point own a large dog once more, but only provided I have the leisure & space for long walks and runs and hunting. It’s a beautifully-written book, part of the beauty derived from the evident character of Merle the dog, a dog he picks up as a stray in some remote American wilderness and brings to his home in rural Wyoming to romp in the snow and eat elk meat. If you’re uninterested in dogs it’s not the book for you; if you are, you’ll most likely love it.

I especially enjoyed Kerasote’s take on the materialist-reductionist view of not merely animals but all life forms as mechanistic and predictable beings, devoid of free will; and of the idea that all dogs are basically the same. He refutes it Dr Johnson-style.

In my experience, every life form has a broad range of potential from birth and early development, and just as some human beings are genetically determined (IQ, impulse control, time preference, etc.) to certain ends, so with dogs. Merle is on the higher end of doghood – a dog with something of a wolf’s cognitive capacity and a dog’s ability to read human behaviour. Just as Merle was clearly an exceptional dog, so there are exceptional human beings, and exceptional genetic manifestations.

Here’s a nice video montage of Merle and Kerasote:

a careful perfection

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Everything is so carefully chosen & worn; and yet it requires a certain nonchalance. The clothing implies an attitude; it would look strange if worn in too formal and stiff a manner. The tie and waistcoat and jacket already look quite inflexible, and so the achievement is to wear such a careful assemblage without undue fuss, to lean against railings, to have a hand in one pocket; to look quite flexible & at ease, or as in this case to be contemplating some distant prospect, no doubt the chap above is thinking about Wittgenstein’s later philosophy and so appears quite removed from the carapace of his clothing.

The clothing also invites the prospect of fluidity; I immediately wonder, What would it look like when he moves? Would it tug at the midriff? If he reached into a pocket for his pipe and lighter, would it look suave or awkward? Would he be able to deal out justice to a pack of wandering migrants or chavs?

wools

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Roger Scruton somewhere listed clothing as one of the essential characteristics of a nation (along, I think, with food and weather). As we’ve had a fairly Novembral May here in Europe I’ve had ample cause to break out cardigans and tank tops and tweed. I rejoice at pictures such as the above. There is the aesthetic sensibility of colour and fabrics, here a rather bold but pleasing assemblage of matter; there are the wooden buttons when plastic would be so much easier to manufacture & replace; and the almost tangible warmth of the texture and striation. It is a wholly human creation.