Of course, I'm feeling guilty over the prolonged absence. I've been chipping at several offline projects (here's one teaser), but I expect to have some new interviews posted here relatively soon (Jack Malebranche is next in queue). I'm also working — fitfully — on some other substantive Hog essays, including a drearily serious follow-up to my post on Michel Epstein, and a rather (perhaps regrettably) personal disquisition centering on pornography and the Max Hardcore obscenity case. It's going to get ugly, I promise.
For the moment, I offer yet another assemblage of news and entertainment linkage for the discriminating thought criminal. Fueled in part by dyspeptic nostalgia, I've tried to mine a bit deeper than the usual contemporania allows. I hope you'll find something worth hating.
- Shortly after filing a predictably dismissive interpretation (in keeping with van Pelt, alas) of those recently unearthed Auschwitz blueprints that you've been reading about, literary critic in exile Robert Faurisson has his premises raided by French thought cops. In related news, David Irving may be an insufferable boob, but I'm going to read his prison memoir just the same. One third of two years is long enough.
- Everyone's favorite paleo-libertarian pet gay, Justin Raimondo, proffers his dissent on the sexy subject of same-sex marriage. I'm sure I disagree, even if I can't remember why.
- Fuck Roger Devlin and Roissy; if you want a dose of old-school andro-centric heterodoxy, check out the shoulder-chipped performance art of a long-haired litigious femmie-baiting agitator named Male Fight, er, I mean, Mel Feit — indefatigable director of The National Center for Men. This truncated 1989 Interview is a good place to start, but see if you can track down some clips of his classic appearances on Donahue and Sally Jessy back in the day. He would always show up on fire, and wearing a dress. Here's a recent clip where he's griping — quite rightly, say I — about baby dick snipping.
- Does anyone remember Neutron Gun? Gerry Reith wrote poetry, too. And he was a suicide. It doesn't matter, I know.
- The hilariously infamous Dr. Randall Phillip has a novel opinion on the topic of abortion. And his compatriot, "Ms. Renee," ups the ante. I'd love to see them on a dais with Romesh Ponnuru.
- What about The World Power Foundation? I know it was a hairbrained Rand-satirizing hoax, but a shaggy dog punchline never stopped the chums from blabbing over the Iron Mountain snowjob, did it? And who the fuck was Harold Thomas? Mike Hoy's coked-up alter ego? Have I lost you?
- What then? Oh, this. That ever limber, ever-witchy copyright thwarting old school anti-porn feminist, Diana Russell, has something to say. Seems her marginally anticipated treatise on the perfection of evil has been rejected by one house after another. But Stolen Innocence is now online. Read it up, libertines. Clearly, the lass has gone mad.
- Homosex has lost it's stigma. So who are the new fags? First off, I vote for the maligned Pro-anna contingent. If you're looking for a dose of unalloyed thinspiration peddle past the Oxygen Network propaganda and feast on these helpful tips, or check out the galleries. You'll have something to live for, ladies. Honorable mentions go to suicides choicers, unrepentant necrophiles, and obsessive limb chuckers. Anyway, here's to diversity.
- They killed Robert Brasillach and Alfred Rosenberg, but we still have the incomparable Jonathan Bowden to kick around. As if anyone cares. Here is an interview with a most unusual man.
- It seems that Dan Geinster's "Nihilist Archive" has disappeared into the void. Is this ironic? It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Why? Because we have the Wayback machine, of course. I still get stuck on this one.
- By now, everyone's had their fill of Saint Max, but what of that other seminal egoist-philospher — the American one, James Walker, aka Tak Kak? Rejoice, ye freedom-belching logomachs: The Philosphy of Egoism is online.
- Kevin MacDonald is an anti-Semite, right? But what about John Derbyshire? Surely, Michael Hoffman is, yes? But what about Yuri Slezkine? Is Albert Lindmann? Am I? Is philo-Semitism anti-Semitic? And what's so bad about anti-Semitism, anyway?