Man, Read This Book!

“The” Red State men’s novel… gutsy, smart, funny, prophetic

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Hello, you…

It’s not news the E-Book Revolution is nationalizing American publishing just as surely as file-sharing crashed our music business. What this means to me is that, for the first time since mid-20th century, when Grove Press defied censorship laws and sold “dangerous” avant-garde authors to average middle-class readers, now once again — however briefly — the walls are falling down, the unspeakable becomes eloquent, and the coming new truths of the age can dare the light of day.

I write fiction for other men, other American men, especially. My martial arts journalism takes the same tone. Natural masculine address sounds unusual in a culture where women dominate publishing. The intimate act of writing has itself become safely socialized, and the fantasies of women shape popular fiction.

Once American literature was by, for and about men — roughly until the feminist cultural putsch of the 1960s. Be fair. Cultural exhaustion had set in. Men, in truth, especially the novelists, were mostly written-out. Men were heartily sick of men. A century of wall-to-wall wars will do that to a man.

Today, you young male writers grow up understanding what you will need to do — the professional wound — you must inflict on yourselves — auto-castration of your talent — but a woman it is who presses the knife into your hand and whispers: “If you ever hope to make a living writing…”

What I’m saying is the time has come when English Literature must put aside women of both sexes and speak once again in a deeper, rougher, more natural voice. And unfortunately, we must shock the ladies. Literature must shock to grow, ladies, because Culture’s central scandal remains eternally humanly unchangeable: the Well of Madness is the only know source for the Waters of New Truth.

Thanks for reading. Your scanning eyes make me who I am.

Your,

Herb