1. i finished The Good Soldier. In general i think it makes little difference if you know the plot beforehand, so for example people who say you can only watch The Usual Suspects once are clearly idiots; however, here i think some of the effect was due to my assumption that it would be some kind of war novel, and then a kind of Henry Jamesian tale of middle class life before the War, and then layer by layer finding it to be quite different and grimmer than i had supposed. In brief: there are two unhappy marriages, which end in two suicides and one insanity, the whole thing narrated by one of the survivors. It has some of the tragical impetus and structure of Ancient Greek or Norse legend: none of the characters are particularly bad, merely weak and misguided, and their conjunction leads to death and madness.

The narrator seems a bit of an idiot; he marries a lying no-good floozy seemingly on a whim; he witnesses the collapse of two marriages, the mental destruction of the one character who seems genuinely good, and then remarks:

It is a queer and fantastic world. Why can’t people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.

This is very much the modern note: we have everything we need for material happiness, so why are we unhappy, why do we smash everything we have? In this case, we have a feckless, gambling, adulterous husband, a Catholic wife who wishes only to preserve the estate and appearances, and the result is death and insanity. The narrator sees the gambling adulterer as a heroic, Romantic figure instead of an irresponsible, self-indulgent fool. And like the modern man, he blames tradition:

Conventions and traditions, I suppose, work blindly but surely for the preservation of the normal type; for the extinction of proud, resolute and unusual individuals.

– and yet none of the characters fall into this category; it is rather the narrator who wishes to see them as grand and exceptional, and cannot understand how ordinary human weakness could lead to such disaster. And so, he blames what he calls society:

Society must go on, I suppose, and society can only exist if the normal, if the virtuous, and the slightly deceitful flourish, and if the passionate, the headstrong, and the too-truthful are condemned to suicide and madness.

In fact, the main characters are habitual liars; selfish, but also capable of extreme cunning and cold-blooded manipulation: it is these the narrator describes as passionate, headstrong, and too-truthful. The narrator is himself a character and so the whole story is somewhat like reading an article from the corporate media – probably something actually happened, but not like this.

i think, as with The Great Gatsby, it’s a story about a selfish, grand figure, and about the narrator’s fascination for said figure, the whole glamour cast upon this world. It is the illusion and the weakness of all involved which leads to disaster. They demonstrate the corruption of their supposed virtues, so where the narrator presents them as proud, resolute and unusual, as passionate, headstrong, and too-truthful, they are in fact arrogant, stubborn, depraved, greedy, irresponsible, and hypocritical.

2. The narrator’s bewilderment and inability to even retrospectively understand reminds me of many today: they thought the Progressive agenda was unstoppable, that the white race and European culture would be destroyed in the next few years and none but a handful of “Nazis” would object. Instead, they found that outside of the cities of the plain, most people don’t want to be replaced in their own lands. i don’t see Brexit and Trump as great victories so much as a clarification: as we are seeing in both cases, almost the entire political elite, and certainly the media/academic classes, are thoroughly opposed to the good of the nation and the native population.

My feeling is that in the next few years the failure of democracy will become clearer and clearer. If the President of the United States, with a huge majority in Congress, cannot push through the policies on which he campaigned and won, if his own party stymie him at every turn, democracy is clearly a mere pretense, a pretense by which the people are destroyed by their enemies.

As long as times are good i don’t see any hope of a change, but once the economy collapses i think there will be a real political crisis and probably some kind of new order. Already, as i predicted, even Leftists in the belly of the beast are dissenting:

Many years ago, Google’s mission statement was “don’t be evil”; apparently they dropped this at the time of the migrant invasion in 2015.

3. Most of those i know in Munich don’t want to take public transport (now full of loud military-age young men from Africa and the Middle East), wouldn’t want a migrant camp anywhere in their neighbourhood, and yet believe NGOs are “rescuing” migrants from the coasts of Italy, and they can’t bring themselves to perceive that huge black guys clearly aren’t “Syrian refugees”. i predict that nothing will change politically this year, then there will be a financial collapse and everyone’s savings will be wiped out by hyperinflation, and the invaders will start to issue forth in gangs to rape and steal and murder, and the Europeans will form vigilante groups to protect their homes. There will be frantic censorship and State propaganda and suppression of the native population but as with James Damore the security/military services will start to turn against their corrupt masters.

i envisage a collapse of not merely the European Union but of individual countries – so Germany will once more be a collection of principalities, or rather defended areas where the natives protect themselves from the marauding horde:

4. It seems rather pointless now, given i’ll probably get killed by either the invaders or the natives in the next few years, but i plan to publish The Better Maker and also a bundle of stories, a play, and aphorisms in the next few months. i didn’t want to do it on Amazon but Lulu is frigging expensive for print copies and, as i was passing the Oxfam bookshop and saw a “welcome refugees” sign on a marketing piece playing on their window, i reflected that it is virtually impossible to avoid feeding the Beast. i’m not going to stop buying books at Oxfam, much as i mislike the idea of my coin going to ship in more invaders; just using money i’m participating in a rotten system. i could go full Varg and live on a farm in the middle of nowhere, but i’m not blond enough for that, alas, or rather too broke. So i’ll probably publish them on Amazon and i gleefully expect to sell tens of thousands of copies per month, and buy my own island somewhere.