A surprisingly well-written book by the mysterious Murdoch Murdoch, now (alas!) retired makers of Right-wing cartoons. It’s similar to The Last Son of the West and their last, great, video, Guardian of the Rune.
The style is akin to Nietzsche’s Thus Spoke Zarathustra; a sample:
“It is good that man looks ever so often back at the grave, to know where he came from and what he is capable of. But our gaze must always return to the horizon!”
The room fills with silence, then suddenly a libertarian calls out “Slit your throats you transvestites, bathed in nigger muck!” The room erupts into laughter. The Patriot and the Ascetic Semitic Aryan find their way off. Suddenly before us lies the Atheist, my old friend. He sits down and says, “Sacred Clown, my dear fellow, is it true what they say? That you have found meaning in a meaningless world?”
Imagine The Pilgrim’s Progress filtered through Nietzsche, Heidegger, Evola, Hitler, and anime. For some, that would be rather offputting; I loved it.