After many a summer...

I was contemplating writing about the Francis Parker Yockey biography but i don't really have that much to say about it. After reading it there are a whole bunch of dubious sounding books on my reading list. It has made the rantings of certain individuals make a lot more "sense" but has reinforced how the message is, in essence, unoriginal. Evola and Spengler sound genuinely interesting but actually reading them is probably going to be a challenge.

A whole slew of cliches about history and repeating things spring to mind after reading this stuff but i'll refrain from further drawing your attention to the obvious...

After some serious searching i've found another novel to put off the inevitable Orwell letters. Another Huxley effort that i'd stockpiled. I was doing rather well until today sleep deprivation deprived me of the will to live. What I've read thus far has been amusing. Well, amusing in a cynical, hollywood in the nineteen fifties, sort of way.

What this blog needs is a 'books' section so that you can ignore all this crap.