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BOOK REVIEW: Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome, Episode I: Bad Boy by Chris Orcutt

26 Friday Dec 2025

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Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome, Episode I: Bad Boy by Chris Orcutt

Review by Perrin Lovett

As this review concerns a novel about America during the 1980s, allow me to open with a poignant quote by the great philosopher Meat Loaf: “It was long ago, and it was far away, and it was so much better than it is today.”

I will admit upfront that this review was a splendid challenge to write. The subject book is so wonderfully rich that it is, for a reviewer, a bit of a paradox. It is rich; there is a complexity to it. And yet, it is simultaneously a transcendental simplicity, a force that kindly but commandingly pulls one in and reveals a comprehensive dream reality. The reader has no choice but to understand and enjoy the experience. The book, to a member of America’s Generation X, isn’t a fanciful memory recalled through good storytelling about the 1980s; it IS the 1980s. And the reader is literally there once again. The book is Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome, Episode I: Bad Boy. 

(Cover design by Victoria Heath Silk with image by Guiliano Del Meretto.)

*Orcutt, Chris, Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome, Episode I: Bad Boy, New York: Have Pen, Will Travel, 2026.

In July 2025, based on my study of his blog, and upon reading One Hundred Miles from Manhattan and Perpetuating Trouble, I described New York-based American novelist Chris Orcutt as “an artist as dedicated to the craft as may be found anywhere.” Now, only a few months later, that vignette feels like a foolish understatement. Orcutt is a remarkable craftsman, one who inspires awe from even those of us familiar with the laborious process of writing. He pays great and continuous homage to the legends of literature. But there is something distinctively different about Orcutt’s habits, writing, and wisdom. This is an extremely rare case of a literary heir apparent who, in many ways, joins the ranks of the greats. And, even more astonishingly, in other ways, Chris Orcutt leaves them behind. If literature is like a tall tree, with each author a branch, then the greats reach up from the very top in search of sun and air—a high limb for Homer, Ovid, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Pushkin, Gogol, Murakami, et al. As with those rare boughs, Orcutt’s branch has forced its way outward towards the light.

A long-time resident of New York’s Hudson River Valley and a writer for more than three decades, Orcutt has been called “The American Tolstoy.” And now, he is poised to (re)prove or even surpass that lofty moniker via the release of his magnum opus, the American teen epic, Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome. The novel, with over one million thrilling words, will be released in nine segments. Orcutt says: “[A]ll 9 books will be published between January 2026 and November 2027—about one book every twelve weeks. This means that, unlike with series including Bridgerton, Harry Potter, or Game of Thrones, you and other readers won’t have to wait years for the next installment!” 

Based on my good fortune of reading the first portion in advance, I suggest readers won’t want to wait a single day between releases. However, be schedules what they may, here is a brief look at the first installment of Bodaciously…, Bad Boy. Per the challenge I mentioned—as wonderful a difficulty as any reader or reviewer could imagine—because there is literally a whole world packed into 386 pages, this review will barely scratch the surface. I also wrote this review before conducting my Interview with Chris Orcutt (please read it), and I have left this examination largely as originally drafted to maintain a fresh initial perspective. With those caveats, here goes!

Bad Boy flows like a roller coaster. A good one. A really, really good one. Let one find a memory of such a ride from the ‘80s, from childhood—The Mindbender, The Cyclone, Space Mountain, [your choice]—and that’s the way this book moves. High speed, ups and downs, hard turns, feelings of both negative and super-positive gravity, uncertainty, and fun, fun, fun until the end. Once it’s over, one will invariably want to ride, or, rather, read it a second time. 

If the story itself is akin to a coaster’s track, the necessary component that gets a reader from the beginning to the end, then Orcutt’s very unique writing style is the force that propels the experience. Few people have the mental clarity and technical precision to become good writers. And even good writers sometimes fail to reach beyond proper but mechanical language and solicit the reader’s authentic participation. Orcutt reaches the heart and mind in a way so natural that the reading experience comes off as a genuine extension of one’s self, like seeing one’s own original thoughts in print. The effect is so rare, it is a marvel. Also, Bad Boy is miraculously empowered by a spirit or theory, a palpable presence unexpounded by forced expression.

Suspecting that any individual’s exact retrospective, introspective interpretation might differ from mine, or even Orcutt’s, I leave the discovery of that thoughtful phenomenon to the reader. I will say, however, that throughout so many of the scenes, references, and conjured memories in Bad Boy, I found a deep, reflective philosophy that magnified the whole experience. The young characters feel or sense it too, though, like most teenagers, they don’t know precisely what they’re encountering. In my estimation, they handle it all very well because Orcutt allows them the freedom to do so—yet another interesting facet.

The youthful protagonist, Avery “Ace” Craig, is a James Bond fan. And his adventures kick off with an action sequence to make Ian Fleming proud. More action follows, along with drama, romance, humor, intrigue, more romance, turmoil, thrills, even more romance, and so much more. And it is all bound together in a simply mesmerizing fashion. It’s part hero’s journey. Avery is a hero, one who saves several days. He effortlessly makes friends with and impresses powerful and famous characters. He beats down or outwits adversaries. He’s eccentric, and he can afford it. He’s brilliant, especially when it comes to verbal skills and multiphase operational-tactical thinking. He has the athleticism to put his plans into hard action, and it pays off for him. He’s loyal almost to a fault. And he gets the girl. And the other girl. And a few more girls. And, uh … he’s one of the best ladies’ men in modern literary history! At the end, readers are left with several concurrent cliffhangers, adventurous and potentially dangerous, action-oriented and frantically passionate. All of it will leave the reader predicting, picking sides, hoping, fearing, laughing, and holding on tight. A word of warning: the wait for Episode II: True Blue, as short as it might be, will probably be a little agonizing. 

Bad Boy is riddled with numerous references to the better elements of our generational past. Orcutt does something remarkable with those elements, a matter of living incorporation. One such instance happens off the bat in chapter one. I’m not going to give away the sequence, although I really want to! But what Orcutt does is take a cultural reference from the ‘80s and define it by using it as a comparative example that both illustratively describes the reference (Heck! It’s Princess Leia from The Empire Strikes Back!) and seamlessly furthers the life and depth of Avery’s world. I keep going back to the scene and a few like it and wondering. Looking around literature, I tried to remember another writer who does something similar. Think of, if one will, Bram Stoker’s inclusion of then-cutting-edge technology references—all of them true to the 1890s, by the way—in Dracula, and that’s kind of it. Or not really. Stoker’s examples, nifty as they are, feel a little mechanical by comparison. Orcutt’s technique is uncanny.

Orcutt makes another series of references in a way rather unusual for most fiction; he uses footnotes. These roll right along with the text, and readers will naturally follow and enjoy them as they occur. They serve a few purposes, namely acting as deeper reminders for those of us sporting some gray hairs, and as novel descriptions of some things perhaps previously unknown to younger readers. They work brilliantly! They capture the cool factor of Tolkien’s use of footnotes in The Lord of the Rings—and that is saying something!

Among the many shining lights in Bad Boy, one that clearly illuminates characters and weaves them tightly together, is Orcutt’s keen command of and fluent usage of multiple layers of human psychology, especially in the case of the resident teenage characters, the dimensions of the sociosexual hierarchy. The novel is a deep journey into the world of the young adult, with many stops at all of the accompanying nuances, those revolving around young men and women in particular. Mine, of course, was a male perusal and reminiscence. However, as I read, I sensed a repeated lure that would capture a woman’s interest. It is a coming-of-age story, far better, far grander, and more true than any of the very best of the genre movies from the period. (I know of exactly zero books concerning the same or, rather, zero worth considering by way of analogy.) Avery is, as he acknowledges, as readers will surmise, as famous older dominant characters accept and appreciate, and, most importantly, as girls recognize, an “alpha.” Yet he is just stepping into this role, absorbing the thrills, chills, punches, successes, and problems, all while doing his best to understand who he is and what’s happening to him. He is very resourceful and takes the reins more naturally, openly, and excitedly than do the other young characters, certainly any of the other young men. Yet he has correlation limitations and few sources of direct assistance or peer mentoring. So it is extremely refreshing that, when least expected, he reaches out for a little Supreme guidance. It is not stated, but the boy knows, per 1 Corinthians 13:11: “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. But, when I became a man, I put away the things of a child.” In Bad Boy, and he can be one, Avery is just getting started in his transition from boy to man. But he does a darned good job of getting off the line!

Such an incredible and meaningful depth is felt on every page that one may come to a slight and occasional rational explanatory impasse, temporarily reading more with the heart than with the brain. As an example, I became increasingly invested in a certain matter, an affair of the heart, throughout chapter fourteen. A short series of little review notations indicates my rapt attention to the theme, bread crumbs across the pages. A little clarity or relief happened on the first page of chapter fifteen, taking the form of a simple two-word sentence. I circled those words and left a smiley face beside them. (And I do not normally mark or notate fiction!) I strongly suggest that readers will experience this kind of reaction repeatedly. It is a genuinely encompassing and immersive emprise, one that will have the mind (and heart) buzzing for some time once the reading stops.

One of my many buzzing reflections, one I thought of during and after reading Bad Boy, is what I’ve termed “poly-temporal thought and emotion,” an astounding contemplative outlook. I was there in the ‘80s. I remember bits of what Orcutt recreates perfectly. And I had the luxury of reliving it again thanks to his efforts. How do I sum this up? There were parts of the story where I essentially thought, “I did that, some of it. Maybe I shouldn’t have done as much as I did … but I wish I’d done a little more.” Avery’s story is a masterful exploration of what was and what sometimes is, all odds or cautions or inputs aside. While reading, I was at once a sixteen-year-old me again, deeply enjoying the ride as young men do, AND I was the older, “wiser” me of today, smiling while thinking the way a father does. I suspect others, from many generations, may have a similar experience: seeing what life was like for us, then, while also reflecting either upon their own youthful lives or on their present perspectives. I struggle to convey the staggering impact of this notion. But I suspect it will cement Orcutt’s book in the echelons of timeless literature, not just as historical fiction, not merely as an epic, but as a large kernel of universal truth and appeal. 

Another thing that blew me away once I realized what Orcutt was doing—and this is another element I can’t recall anyone else using, or using so well—is his multiplicitous use of music in Bad Boy. Recall that the pop music of the 1980s helped define the era. As such, and as another component in the tactic of references as world-building and enlivening devices, Orcutt places song titles throughout the book, little mentions that move along and enrich narration and dialogue. But he does something else! It took reading a few of them for me to get it, but somehow, by some genius, he uses song titles, set off properly, in both quotation marks and little music notes, as a striking form of punctuation! Scene settings or boundaries, if one will. This has the most intense effect of bringing the song to mind while highlighting or augmenting whatever situation is at hand. It might have been the song-as-punctuation accompanying those two words I noted that elicited the smiley face. 🎵“Take Good Care of My Heart”🎵 =)

I could go on and on, without ever quoting anything specific, and all I would do is internally trigger more material I’d love to cover. I cannot accurately estimate the instances where Bad Boy personally spoke to me in ways large and small. I trust gentle readers of all adult American generations (and many of our friends from afar) will find the novel a similar mental adventure and heartfelt escapade. In short, whether via personal memory or hiraeth, the reader will “be there,” be a part of the story, and want more!

Now, with any book, what matters the most is all the stuff, all the ideas expressed with ink on paper, between the covers. But those covers matter too. Accordingly, I offer a word of praise about the physical construction of Bad Boy. My 6X9-inch paperback is a stern and noble thing of beauty. The cover is sturdy and smooth, the margins are ideally trimmed, the spine is solid, firm but flexible, and rugged enough to endure many openings. The typesetting is attractive, perfectly-spaced and formatted, and easy on even fifty-year-old eyes. The cover design looks like something that would have rested comfortably on the front shelves of a B. Dalton or Borders store back in 1986. The entire package is of an ultra-high quality, coupled with a dashing, becoming appearance. I also happen to have a new hardcover—a magnificent luxury item! The Kindle version, no doubt, promises excellence and electronic ease.

January 2026 rapidly approaches, so kindly keep an eye on both Orcutt’s Upcoming Works Page and his Amazon Author Page. Bad Boy is available for pre-order from Amazon right now, and the wise reader will want to buy a copy and start enjoying the ride. I don’t just recommend this book, I’m mandating it. This outstanding novel is about to prove that, even now, as Night Ranger once reminded us, “You can still rock in America!”

 

The Bodacious Interview of American Novelist Chris Orcutt

12 Friday Dec 2025

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The Bodacious Interview of American Novelist Chris Orcutt

A conversation with the “Lord of the ’80s” and author of

Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome

(Picture from the author’s website.)

Conducted in 2025 by Perrin Lovett

A full decade ago, New York novelist Chris Orcutt set out to do what some writers might have, probably would have considered impossible. In an attempt to forge a new epic genre and craft a legacy work for the ages, Orcutt laid aside ordinary life, hunkered down, and toiled until he at last printed out a book, literally twice the length of War and Peace, that may well change American literature and that will certainly alter the perception and memory of the penultimate decade of the twentieth century.

Orcutt describes his books as “meticulously crafted novels.” Having read several of them, and having taken a privileged look behind the scenes at their development, your reviewer can now say the author’s self-styled appellation is a humble understatement. And yet, even readers who have previously enjoyed titles like One Hundred Miles from Manhattan (2014) and A Real Piece of Work (of the Dakota Stevens mystery series, 2011) are in for an astounding surprise. 

Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome, a novel in excess of one million words, is scheduled for release over the next two years in nine episodes. The book, an examination of the life and times of a young man named Avery “Ace” Craig, is billed as “a time machine back to the 1980s.” It is that, one-hundred percent and more. In addition to a “you’re there” experience, it is also an exceptionally deep saga in keeping with many of the great volumes of literature of the past. It was my high honor to go back in time by reading Episode One: Bad Boy in advance of publication. My review of that initial segment will follow this interview, landing sometime between now and January 2026. And now, it is my honor to present a brief interview with author Chris Orcutt.

1.

Lovett: What first prompted you to consider embarking on this grand journey?

Orcutt: I can’t point to one thought or event and say, “That was it. That was the thing that kicked off Bodaciously.” And I think that any writer who says that a novel is born from one moment is profoundly self-deceived. Those moments of sudden enlightenment are rare.

I believe most novels come out of a process that Vladimir Nabokov described in a Playboy interview in which he said, “All I know is that at a very early stage of the novel’s development I get this urge to garner bits of straw and fluff, and eat pebbles. Nobody will ever discover how clearly a bird visualizes, or if it visualizes at all, the future nest and the eggs in it.”

What I’m saying is, the book came from a lot of these twigs, straw, and fluff, and it just grew and grew. Here are a few that I remember:

    • Deciding that the world didn’t need another detective novel, and that I wanted to write something wholly my own.
    • A sense that the stories and novels I’d written up to that point had merely been training me for something much bigger and more important.
    • Rereading Homer’s The Odyssey and reading War and Peace for the first time.
    • General feelings of bittersweet nostalgia about my teen years in the 1980s: the double-edged sword of freedom that my friends and I had, the mistakes we made, the stupid (possibly life-ending) things we did but fortunately survived, the time before the internet and how great it was, the lack of parenting that I and most of my friends had, a rediscovery of all of the great music from that period.
    • A recognition that, on the whole, most of the adolescent coming of age stories that had already been written were superficial or too short to fully probe the depths of the emotional turmoil we all go through at that age.
    • A curiosity about how friends of mine back then were doing in the present.
    • A desire to understand how my childhood, especially my teen years, affected my life—for the better and the worse.

When I first started writing the novel, quite a bit of it was autobiographical, and I realize now that that was because I was trying to process my past. By the second draft, however, almost all of the autobiographical stuff got cut, and the characters became their own people. I originally thought that Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome (which was first titled When All the World was New) would be one novel of average length, but just like John Steinbeck said of East of Eden when he was writing it, the book just kept having pups. One terrific scene whelped five more—some great, some meh.

When the first draft’s word count passed that of Anna Karenina (about 350,000 words), I had a sense that I had found my vein of gold, that I might be on the way to creating something great. I started asking myself, “Why not turn this into an epic? Why not an epic-length novel about teens in the eighties? Why not an American War & Peace—a long, detailed and compelling story about a group of teens during the decade that this country was undeniably on top?” I began to see myself as an explorer, not of geographic icons like Mt. Everest or the South Pole, but of literature. I wanted to write something monumental like Tolstoy and to create something totally original: the teen epic.

You asked what first prompted me, and it wasn’t one thing; it was all of these small things that snowballed into one big thing. But here’s the deal: I allowed it to snowball. I didn’t shut it down by saying, “Chris, that’s ridiculous—you can’t write an epic-length novel about teenagers, for Pete’s sake. Nobody will want to read that crap.” Mind you, I heard those voices every day for ten years, but I worked through them. The voices would rear up every morning when I sat down to work, and I would tell them, “I don’t care. I’m writing it anyway.”

The final thing that prompted me was my age. I was 45 years old when I started this novel, and shortly before that I had read somewhere that most writers’ periods of peak productivity, when they produce their best work, was between the ages of 45 and 65. Then Carrie Fisher, an icon from my childhood, died suddenly at age 60, and I realized that 20+ more years is hardly guaranteed for anybody. I started thinking that the most time I could reasonably expect to get was an additional ten years, so I knew that I couldn’t waste any more time writing genre or formula novels. I had to use my peak productivity years to create my magnum opus. I was going for the summit of Everest, and if I got there, great; if I didn’t, at least I’d die knowing I gave it everything I have.

2.

Lovett: Many writers edit out some of the little background touches, scenes, and flourishes in their novels, even those that might otherwise add extra depth and life. How do you decide what stays and what goes?

Orcutt: The Tommy Gun sidebar in Episode 1 (or “Chicago Typewriter”; I love that moniker by the way) was pulled 100% from my own experience during my own D.C. high school class trip. It’s a vestigial moment from a very early draft of the book, and it comes off as a bit irrelevant to the main story now, but I’m one of those novelists who believes that if you’re only going to include relevancies in your writing and not allow for sidelines and anecdotes that veer from the main story, you shouldn’t be writing novels; you should be writing legal briefs.

A novel is NOT an argument, although it should have an internal logic that the writer is faithful to. Faulkner probably would have considered it a “darling” and said that I have to cut it, but screw him; if he was so set on the idea of killing your darlings, why did he have single sentences that stretched for pages? You’re telling me there weren’t a few darlings in there, Bill? Anyway, I kept it because I liked it and because I believe it’s those “irrelevancies”(which are sometimes “darlings”) that create the verisimilitude. After all, randomness is a major part of life, right?

In fact, I would go so far to say that fiction that lacks those irrelevancies, those frills and flourishes, is ultimately dead. There’s no life in it because it lacks that real-life quality of randomness. Elmore Leonard once wrote (I’m recalling this from memory, so I might be a bit off), “A story or novel isn’t everything that happens; it’s every important thing that happens.” I disagree. That thinking is fine for formulaic fiction, where the compact between the writer and reader is, “This thing is made-up and will only include things that are moving the story toward the climax, but we both know it’s make-believe, so we’re going to leave out anything that doesn’t contribute to that end”; but for fiction that is trying to give readers immersion in reality, you have to include those “irrelevancies.” Chekhov was a master of this.

I believe very strongly that it’s those random details that make a story memorable, and as I continue to polish Eps. 2-9, I find myself putting back in some of the “irrelevancies” that I cut 3-4 drafts ago.

Sorry to go on and on about this, but you touched on something that I’ve wrestled with for ten years: how many of these “darlings” do I keep, which ones do I keep, and am I being self-indulgent in keeping them? I’ll never forget that moment when that FBI agent fired that gun at the paper-man target as I and my classmates watched him through the fishbowl window. I wanted to capture that moment for all time.

3.

Lovett: The pop and rock music of the 1980s helped define the decade. I noticed you not only referenced numerous songs, but, if I’m not mistaken, you adroitly use song titles as punctuation or scene settings. Do I have that right?

Orcutt: It makes me so happy that you noticed what I was trying to do with the song titles. You said something like, “song titles as punctuation.” Dude, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS DOING. Ever since I was a young, young writer, all of the books on fiction writing have said that you shouldn’t mention songs, TV shows, movies, etc. because you run the risk of alienating readers who don’t know or like those songs, TV shows or movies. This has been an unquestioned meme in fiction writing.

When I first started writing Bodaciously ten years ago, back when its original title was When All the World was New (borrowed from part of a sentence by Peggy Toney Horton: “Remember sixteen – when all the world was new and a lifetime stretched before you like fresh snow just waiting for your footprints?”), when I wanted to mention a song, etc. that old meme rang out in my head: “But Chris, you can’t do that! The rules say….” And that’s when I said to myself, “You know what, Chris … to hell with the rules. Those rules were created when friggin’ radio was a brand-new invention, maybe even as far back as the telegraph. This is the 21st century!” Google Glasses had recently come out and quickly disappeared, but I saw the future: reading-assistive devices that can augment a reader’s experience: look at a song title, TV show, etc. and get a window that plays the song, shows the show, displays the geographic location or obscure cultural detail.

4.

Lovett: You say, “You have to be willing to turn your back on your heroes and do things your way.” Why?

Orcutt: For me, that moment came about eight years ago, when the novel became longer than War and Peace. I have a considerable home library and was always able, when writing fiction, to pull down a novel by a “master” writer to see how s/he did something. But when I passed the 650K-word mark, I realized I had done something that Hemingway talks about in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech (this one I had to look up; bold is my emphasis):

“How simple the writing of literature would be if it were only necessary to write in another way what has been well written. It is because we have had such great writers in the past that a writer is driven far out past where he can go, out to where no one can help him.”

I had gone out beyond where any of the masters could help me. I knew I was doing something that had never been done before, so I knew that none of their or the establishment’s rules applied. Now I—not a revered hero writer and certainly not anybody in the publishing “industry”—was the authority.

As I was writing, I had to battle my internal editor who was reminding me daily of these “rules.” Eventually I had to tell that guy, “You know what, dude? You’re FIRED. You’ve never done what I’m doing, so you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Get lost, go home.””At the time, I was reading the Bible (1 Kings, if I remember correctly), and came upon the line when Adonijah has declared himself king (and David was still alive), and Solomon says, “Adonijah … go home.”(I LOVE THAT.) I like to imagine Solomon smirking at him and saying that with his voice dripping with contempt: “Adonijah … go home.” Shoo, fly, shoo. I think of that line often, and now when the internal editor or critic rears up inside me, I say under my breath, “Adonijah … go home.” 🙂

5.

Lovett: With your internal editor gone, what does your process of creative production and control look like?

Orcutt: It used to bother me that my work wasn’t published by a “major” or legacy publisher, but now I’m proud of the fact that I’ve done it all myself. With the exception of the covers (which I art-directed for my designers), I have done EVERY aspect of all of my books myself: writing, editing, layout, proofreading, etc. Now there’s a “rule” you’re not supposed to break—ever.

Back in 2012, I got a few offers from publishers for A Real Piece of Work, but the offers were paltry and gave them total control over my work. Screw them. I turned them all down. Now I realize that not only did I never need their acceptance or approval, but that I was never meant to get it. My entire life has been about being an outsider, a maverick, a guy who does things his way. Somewhere along the way, I had a moment of satori: None of the greats in any line of endeavor became great by following another great’s path; they all made their own path.

I remember inscribing a copy of A Real Piece of Work to a podcaster who wanted to write a mystery novel (and discovered years later that he had taken an idea I gave him and based his first novel on it; I didn’t mind; I’ve always said that ideas are a dime a dozen—it’s the execution, the actual creation of something from the idea, that’s hard). I wrote something like this on the flyleaf: “Write what you want to write, say what you have to say, and fuck all.”

6.

Lovett: How much of Avery Craig’s personality or experience is really an avatar for Chris Orcutt and is there an example from your life that illustrates the connection?

Orcutt: Exactly 13 percent. 🙂 No, seriously, although a few of the situations Avery finds himself in were inspired by personal experiences, those experiences were then fictionalized heavily—distilled or heightened for effect. Avery has a few of my character traits, but he also has some inspired by people I knew back then, and some that are entirely his own. But while the details changed, the core emotional reactions had to come from somewhere, and those came from what I call “memory mining.” One example of that was a very uncomfortable car ride and argument I had with my first girlfriend’s father; that scene, which appears in Episode III: Danger Zone, because of the deep memory mining I did, is basically verbatim to what really happened.

7.

Lovett: If you had to, then how did you change your thinking as an adult to convincingly write young adult characters?

Orcutt: I didn’t have to change my thinking at all; I just needed to remind myself of how it felt to be that age. I spent a lot of time reading letters from girlfriends during that period, and my journals, and I combed through yearbooks and leafed through period magazines. But the most valuable thing I did was deep memory work to recall not just the incidents from the mid-1980s, but the emotions. I call this “memory mining.” One of the things I discovered was, the key to remembering the details of incidents is to first recall the precise emotion you felt. It’s like the sounds, smells, sights and other details are all encoded in the emotion. Anyway, I started with the memory mining and wrote sketches about things that I experienced. Gradually, characters emerged from the primordial ooze that would eventually become the novel. 

8.

Lovett: In socio-sexual hierarchy terminology, Avery is identified in word-stumbling speech by a popular female character as an “alpha,” a status identity he accepts and has apparently earned. Can you briefly summarize his internal conflicts regarding his new position?

Orcutt: He’s a reluctant teenage heartthrob, and later on, a reluctant hero. He likes the attention he gets from girls, and they all thrill him in one way or another, but he doesn’t want to hurt any of them, and he also doesn’t want to be manipulative. He starts to become aware of his attractiveness to women, and so his major internal conflict is the teenage hormones driving him to copulate with all of them while his conscience is telling him that’s wrong. Remember, too, that his and Caitlyn’s idea that they’re “alphas” is based on what they understood that to mean at the time. They could just as well have said they were “leaders” or “trendsetters” or just “cool.”

9.

Lovett:  Complex, even convoluted teenage relationships are integral to the book. How did you create and manage those complexities without coming off as clinical?

Orcutt: I have no idea, but one thing I will say is that I’ve always been a keen observer of people—going all the way back to my first memories as a child. In high school, I often purposely put myself in the position of outsider or observer, and I paid attention to things like how girls talked to (and about) each other, the scheming that some of them engaged in, their plights with dumb guys, etc. Hopefully, some of all of that observation made its way into Bodaciously.

10.

Lovett: You’ve previously described—accurately, in my estimation—the 1980s as the last great American decade. Bodaciously exhibits, here and there, a certain level of period-appropriate American jingoism. In your opinion, was any of that spirit illusory?

Orcutt: I think it was a reaction to the meek, sweater-wearing, keep-the-heat-down-in-the-White-House President Carter years of the late 1970s. When Reagan was put in office in 1981, the mood of the whole country changed, and by 1984 or so, the United States had its swagger back. I tried to show some of this swagger through the teenagers like Avery, and one of the ways young people manifest that swagger is through jingoistic comments. For example, Avery has an ongoing feud with a West German exchange student, going so far as to insult her publicly in German.

11.

Lovett: What did you give up in order to concentrate on researching and writing Bodaciously?

Orcutt: I used to think that I gave up or sacrificed a lot to write this book, but now I realize that I didn’t give up anything—it’s not as though I had a choice; I was driven to write this thing. I suppose I could say that I “gave up” or sacrificed consistent income, consistent (and ample) sleep, vacations, cross-country ski trips, etc., but all of those things are a question of priorities. My number one priority was, and has always been, my writing—something that I love to do—and everything else has been second. Sure, I wish I could have taken a vacation every year (or even every other year) over the last decade, and I wish I had the time to ski for hours every day in the winter, but if you want to get the words written, you have to make the time. You have to make writing your top priority.

12.

Lovett: What do you think Generation X most missed or lacked during the 1980s?

Orcutt: Parenting and guidance. Overall, we were scandalously under-parented or outright unparented. Our parents’ generation (which was known back then as the ME generation) was so wrapped up in themselves that they gave us very little attention. A common phrase by our parents was, “Go play in traffic.” Another one was, “Look it up.” So, we lacked parenting, but I think that made our generation more self-reliant. We basically parented each other, made mistakes and learned from them, and helped each other out.

13.

Lovett: After they read the book, what will younger generations of Americans appreciate about teenage life in the ’80s? What will they make of all the (very clever!) footnotes?

Orcutt: Younger readers who have read advance copies remarked about how much they appreciated the footnotes and the music references, because having these things explained made the story richer. Most of them said they didn’t realize how much great music came out of the period. A couple readers have been put off by the footnotes, saying that they felt intrusive. But I didn’t put them in there for readers of my generation or the younger generations; I put them in there to give readers of the future, like in 2086 and 2186 (if we’re not extinct), a sense of the 1980s zeitgeist.

14.

Lovett: A few people have already read the book in advance. Have you been surprised by any of their reactions?

Orcutt: I’ve been really surprised by the reaction of older readers to the book. My parents read it, for example, and they commented that even though the story takes place in 1980s American suburbia, they both were taken back to their own high school days: my mother as a dancer at the High School of Performing Arts in Manhattan, and my father as a kid on an island off the coast of Maine. I guess what’s surprised me is this: I wrote Bodaciously to be a time machine back to the 1980s, but it turns out that what I’ve created is a time machine back to when anyone, whatever age, was a teen in high school.

15.

Lovett: You weaved period references into various scenes, both as descriptors and as effortless background—like in the description of Dina Tempestilli and the reference to Princess Leia’s “snow outfit” in The Empire Strikes Back. How did you balance that process?

Orcutt: You’re referring to moments in the novel in which I weave together a character description and a period reference. I don’t know how I do this. The fact is, I don’t do it; the Muse does. Besides, I try not to analyze things like this because it’s like Hemingway said of Fitzgerald—that he started to analyze the dust on his butterfly’s wings, the dust that had enabled him to fly effortlessly—and that once he started to analyze those magical moments in his writing and became conscious of them, he then tried to reproduce them elsewhere. I honestly don’t know. All I try to do is present the story honestly and clearly from the character’s POV, and in this case, it made sense that Avery would visualize his fantasy girl, Dina, in the outfit of another fantasy girl, Princess Leia.

16.

Lovett: What’s something you completely forgot about the ’80s that you rediscovered while writing the book?

Orcutt: One item I was reminded about while researching the ’80s for the novel was the story of the MOBRO 4000, a garbage barge from New York City. For nearly all of 1987, the barge traveled down the US Atlantic Coast, the Caribbean, the Gulf of Mexico, and the Coast of Central America (all the way to Belize) trying to get rid of its garbage. Eventually, the barge had to return to New York to be incinerated on Long Island.

Another interesting item was discovering that the USSR had checkpoint zones with varying levels of security measures to prevent its citizens from escaping. Any citizen who was 15–30 km from the USSR border would be subjected to KGB surveillance and document checks; and the closer you got to the border, the more elaborate and deadly the security measures became. I’m talking about sand traps, sound and vibration sensors, cameras, lookout posts, minefields, underground bunkers, machine gun pillboxes, guard dogs (constantly on patrol), and fences curved inwards—to prevent citizens from escaping, not to prevent foreigners from sneaking into the USSR.

A final bit of trivia I learned about the period while writing Bodaciously was this: in a March 1986 New York Times article, fashion designer Tommy Hilfiger made a now-famous declaration about himself:  “I think I am the next great American designer. The next Ralph Lauren or Calvin Klein.” Saying that took serious cojones. The guy didn’t wait around for someone to crown him or pass him the torch; he knew he was good and that the rest of the world just needed to catch up.

17.

Lovett: Without giving away too much, what’s your favorite part of Episode One: Bad Boy?

Orcutt: That’s a tough one. It’s like asking me what my favorite quality is of my child. I guess it’s two scenes: the pool fight during the D.C. trip and Caitlyn Cray’s entrance at the end to Joan Jett’s “I Love Rock and Roll.” Those two scenes have the perfect balance of action, description, emotion, and good writing that I strive for in everything I write. But my favorite line of dialogue is something Avery says. I won’t give you or other readers context because I want everyone to be surprised and laugh when they read it. Avery says, “Stringbean here never brushes his teeth, sir!”

18.

Lovett: Avery is presented very well as a young man all at once sure of himself, plagued by doubts, and with little recourse but to his own solutions. Yet, at the very end of the “parapet” scene, he silently performs a small act that I found exceedingly refreshing. Is there a spiritual temperament or moral philosophy at work in the saga? 

Orcutt: I suppose there is, but I didn’t deliberately put it in. Avery, like a lot of teens that age, is groping for meaning spiritually, kind of trying on different spiritual or philosophical hats. He prays from time to time, but readers will notice that they’re basically “foxhole prayers”—him turning to God or his Higher Power when he’s in trouble or needs an answer. Again, remember: teens of my generation were largely unparented, so some of us turned to a Higher Power from time to time for guidance.

19.

Lovett: What’s the most important thing you learned from writing Bodaciously?

Orcutt: Well, one realization involves a line of narration from a documentary, Beyond the Edge, when Sir Edmund Hillary and Tensing Norgay summited Mount Everest for the first time: “There are just certain human beings able to put one foot in front of the other—relentlessly, psychologically able to do it—whereas other people would fail.” Over the past decade, I’ve learned first and foremost that I am one of those “certain human beings”—a realization that fills me with pride.

The second one came when I lined up all of Bodaciously’s book covers on my library bookshelves, and I realized that I had done something that none of my idols had. Although I might never write a perfect 47-thousand-word diamond like The Great Gatsby, or a novel with a genius sentence on every page like Lolita, or an oeuvre that completely redefines the style of American literature like Hemingway’s, or the two greatest novels in the history of all literature (Anna Karenina and War and Peace) like Count Tolstoy, I did produce, single-handedly, an ennead (9) of novels in a decade—something none of them did.

And the last and possibly most important thing I’ve learned about myself is that I’m now an authority. (Note that I said “authority” and not “master”; I agree with Hemingway, who said of writers and writing, “We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”) When I was a young writer, I hadn’t produced enough work yet or produced anything great to give myself that bedrock of self-confidence. However, writing and publishing the 1.25 million words and nine books of Bodaciously—creating a new genre—has given me the confidence to say something as bold as Tommy Hilfiger’s 1986 declaration, and here it is: I believe that I am the next great self-taught American novelist in the tradition of Mark Twain and Ernest Hemingway.

There are sure to be a lot of writers, editors, publishers, critics, literary agents and others from the traditional publishing establishment that disagree with this statement because they erroneously believe that only they possess the legitimacy to confer honorifics on writers, but I don’t accept that. I’ve read widely since I was three years old, I know what’s good and what isn’t, and I have enough of a grasp of the history of American literature to know that I’ve done something monumental and original.

Now, like Mr. Hilfiger, I just have to wait for the naysayers to catch up.

20.

Lovett: What’s next, Chris?

Orcutt: More of the same. Polish the next episode of Bodaciously, typeset it, proof it, publish it, promote it, and repeat until January of 2028—when I plan on taking a three-month vacation in the Caribbean. Pray for me.

 

Your interviewer gives great thanks to and for the author. Bodaciously True & Totally Awesome, Episode One: Bad Boy debuts in January 2026. 

(Episode One: Bad Boy. Pre-order NOW.)

 

COLUMN: The ROCOR Hobgoblin: ‘State Exploitation of Religious Institutions’

28 Friday Nov 2025

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The ROCOR Hobgoblin: ‘State Exploitation of Religious Institutions’

 

H.L. Mencken once noted: “The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.” Americans don’t read Mencken anymore. Or much else. But the imaginary hobgoblins keep coming.

The First Amendment to the United States Constitution, lazily tacked on as an afterthought two years after the Constitution became effective, begins: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…” Like the rest of the Old Parchment, that particular clause is D-E-A-D. To wit: On November 20, 2025, South Carolina Congressman Joe Wilson and two of his Republican colleagues, Don Bacon and Austin Scott, sent a letter to putative U.S. Attorney General Pam Bondi. In their joint missive, these paragons of democratic virtue requested the federal government investigate Orthodox Christianity in America, specifically, for now, Russian Orthodoxy. One assumes the OCA, the Greeks, Armenians, et al, are next. 

No, I don’t think this is the beginning stage of bringing Georgia Briggs’s novel, Icon, to life. At least, I hope it isn’t. Regardless, our esteemed public servants allege: “Credible evidence indicates that the Russian Orthodox Church Outside of Russia (ROCOR) continues to serve as an instrument of the Kremlin and its security services.” It could be, as someone once said, “You lie!” Read the whole letter, as found HERE, and decide for yourself.

If the concern were about AIPAC, the ADL, and “Israel” and its security services, then it would be most warranted. Of course, Wilson is a hardcore anti-Russian activist, ever seeking to help “free and democratic” Ukraine fight NATO’s war against Moscow, thereby potentially allowing Western financial looters unfettered access to the world’s largest repository of valuable resources and a vector for containing all those pesky Orthodox Russians. As the war in Europe is all but lost for NATO, its pet Nazis, and gentlemen like Wilson, perhaps turning the imperial guns on Russianesque Christians in the American homeland is the best consolation the hobgoblin wranglers can muster.

None of this is new, by the way, being but the latest facade on the same old anti-Christian American storefront. Washington, D.C., is, as I have written and mapped out before, a gigantic freemasonic-satanic temple. Such a hideous design is fitting, as what passes for a government in America is now completely controlled by satanists. The American experiment was kicked off on April 10, 1606, in London, when a band of wealthy masons and their sodomite King chartered what was essentially a hedge fund. The colonies, first corporate, then Royal, were populated largely by Protestants—Anglicans in the South, Puritans in the North (roughly speaking). Orthodoxy, for the longest time, was unheard of in America. Roman Catholicism was limited, mostly, to Maryland. 

It was 1962 before the Protestant base nation saw fit to elect their first Catholic president, John F. Kennedy. While he was popular with the people, he was, as is well known, most unpopular with the ruling elite. Hence, they got rid of him. Orthodoxy came to America in small, quiet pieces. A large and organized concentration of “Eastern” Christians came, thanks to Russia, to Alaska and what became the Northwestern states, maybe as far south as California. Now, with the Latin Church caught in a Sedevacantist spiral, and American Protestantism weakening and fracturing exponentially, Orthodoxy enjoys healthy and deserved growth nationwide. The alternative, which is, sadly, also growing by leaps and bounds, is found in paganism, new ageism, witchcraft, and satanism. These latter “religions” serve the luciferian globalist agenda in America; Orthodoxy does not.

America is the only country in history to drop an atomic bomb on a church, Nagasaki’s Immaculate Conception Cathedral in 1945 (500 meters is close enough to count with horseshoes, hand grenades, and, especially, A-bombs). America just helped “Israel” bomb Christians and their churches in Gaza. America assists the Kievan Nazis in their looting and murder of Christianity in the former Ukraine. And America has run sophisticated psychological operations pitting various religious groups against each other, from Japan to Syria. The oppression has been martial, but also legalistic. In its early days, Wilson’s South Carolina made Catholicism illegal. Again, Orthodoxy was virtually unknown at the time. Interestingly enough, back then, Judaism was permitted. 

Wilson is, for the record, a Presbyterian. Presbyterianism is a Scottish-English dissent denomination that broke from the Church of England in the mid-1600s. The Church of England broke from Rome a century earlier. Rome broke with the other Patriarchies in 1054. One supposes God is perturbed, if unsurprised, by our long-running follies. 

I consider that most, but perhaps not all, individual members of all three super denominations are, in fact, Christians. Pride, heresy, and misunderstandings abound, but I personally believe that the ultimate Trinitarian beliefs of all of these kinds of Christians are a testament to the Power of Christ, Who has little trouble reaching through our manufactured discontents. His Truth, to the majority of the faithful, cannot be dimmed. 

However, some of the heresies and a large dose of a certain American faux Christianity lend themselves well to ecclesiastical or theological fantasy. And that fantasy goes hand-in-hand with America’s peculiar political jingoism, “us” against “them,” we’re better, they’re wrong, “freedom fries,” etc. Come to think of it, dysgenically low IQs and reading levels don’t help either.

Back to Wilson’s letter, one of the few things it almost got right is the connection between the Moscow Patriarchy and the Russian government. The current arrangement is a continuation of a standoff agreement that allowed an “official” Church to retain some of its cultural heritage and influence in the face of early atheistic Communism in the U.S.S.R. That link, along with a healthy contingent of Orthodox Russians who fled underground or abroad, preserved Christianity for the duration, until the dissolution of the U.S.S.R. Resilience has lately turned into resurgence, praise be to God. The Bride of Christ is triumphing over worldly domination in Russia.

Perhaps, if any Yankee investigation is honest, it will conclude that something similar might be able to preserve a remnant of Christian civilization in whatever becomes of America. After all, the Lord works in mysterious ways. And He sometimes uses, in His works, strange fellows, letters, and investigations.

DEO VINDICE!

Reclaim or Die

24 Thursday Apr 2025

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A juxtaposition.

Vox takes a look at the whining, do-nothing whites of ‘Murika who, refusing to DO anything, deserve the fate their getting. Read the whole thing.

Constantin von Hoffmeister takes a better look at what was (kinda), what still lingers, and what could be.

To be pro-White is to be pro-identity. To affirm one’s people is to affirm all peoples. The line between celebration and supremacism is one of spirit, not volume. This spirit seeks harmony, not hierarchy. A world without distinct identities offers only the cold hum of managed sameness. A world of living cultures brims with meaning. So let this be said clearly: the affirmation of White identity, grounded in respect, carried with humility, lit by ancestral fire, serves not as a threat — but as a promise. A promise to remain, to remember, to reimagine.

The best thing loser honkeys could do is get off the couch, get married, and have as many children as possible. Time will tell, and, regardless of all else, at least some few will endure.

COLUMN: Is America Becoming The “Pet Sematary” Of The World?

28 Wednesday Feb 2024

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Is America Becoming The “Pet Sematary” Of The World?

 

In Stephen King’s 1983 novel, Pet Sematary, yet another family in another Maine town stumbles across rank evil. In the woods around Ludlow lies an ancient American Indian burial ground. Whatever beast or man goes into the earth there is quickly reanimated in demonic form. To preserve peace, the living residents of the town must soon destroy any cat, boy, or war veteran who so returns as a zombie. What if our Clown World shamans from hell are doing something similar with all kinds of people everywhere within that strange nation-shaped kind of place between Mexico and Canada? It’s just a question and a theory. 

One learned man after another, from Professor Alexander Dugin to Emmanuel Todd to Pepe Escobar to Dr. Fadi Lama correctly suggests that Western natives have been as equally victimized by the demons of Clown World as any colonized or exploited people anywhere else. They also agree that as the decent multipolar world turns its collective back on the Clowns, Western natives will be the only victims left to Clown predation. And the Clowns, filled with fear, hate, and rage, will unleash even more destruction on their final victims. But what if—my theory—they have found a way to vent on their captive hosts and keep oppressing some foreign peoples at the same time?

The English colonies in America were, as one might suspect, predominantly populated with Englishmen. Then came our African friends in the company of more people from Northwestern Europe. Then came other Europeans, Asians, Hispanics, and everyone else. The whole time, pre-Columbian native groups like the Mi’kmaq, semi-slandered in so many horror novels, had it rather rough. 

The “Great Replacement” is not a conspiracy theory; rather, it has been official US policy since at least 1965. Since then, the non-Hispanic White European percentage of the population has been falling, though for a while the group’s total numbers continued to rise. The rate of increase began to slow some decades ago and it ground to an effective flatline in 2015. Thereafter, from 2016 through 2022, there was a net numerical loss of approximately 2,660,138 individuals. 2023 and 2024, once tabulated, will likely take the net loss to minus 4 million. Census figures have become fuzzy at best, but it is likely Whites are numerically back to where they were around 1990 and maybe earlier. They have dropped from 75% to 57% of the total population (probably closer to 50% including just those of purely European ancestry). Yet the total US population since 1990 has increased by approximately 90 million people. 

Today, virtually all additional warm bodies come from abroad. For a while, some of the increase was due to growth among Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, and others. That trend appears to be over. Pursuant to my theory, I suspect something dreadful is afoot. Non-White US natives are starting to vanish too! 

Black American population growth was slowing, following only seven or eight years behind Whites in demographic tendency. Their flatline came in 2021. And in 2022, they dropped by 100,343 people. Hispanics, the second-largest total demographic cohort, are in a similar position, losing 659,588 people in 2022. Asians and other peoples are similarly slowing and could dip into negative territory this year—if they didn’t last year. (The mRNA biowarfare program of 2021-22 might explain such drastic one-year reductions, but it wouldn’t necessarily explain the slowing during the previous years. 

White Americans used to be Westerners in the classical sense of the word. Then, very slowly but thoroughly, they morphed into postmodern faux Westerners, into callous, hedonistic usury service bots. While their road was a little longer and more convoluted, Blacks began to join the transformation during the second half of the 20th Century. Hispanics followed a similar route. Many Asians, Native Indian remnants, and others are joining or have joined the great dystopian madhouse. 

Much like the plot of King’s novel, we had a country of real, normal, living people. In rapid, successive waves, they mutated into zombies incapable of maintaining much in the way of civilized society. Now, due to what might be a form of mass suicide, they’re destroying themselves. If they keep it up for another generation or three in a vacuum, then the sign might as well read: “Welcome to ‘Murika, population: 0.” Again, virtually all population growth is driven by immigrants. What if further replacement immigration is designed to or has been co-opted to facilitate a continuous cycle of human elimination? 

Our satanic ruling elites generally see but three classes of people. They, of course, are at the top. The second class might as well be considered slaves (maybe pets) for the elites. Someone has to grow the elites’ food, heal the elites’ ailments, pave the elites’ roads, generate the elites’ electricity, entertain the elites, provide security for the elites (against the awakened wrath of the rest), and have a few extra offspring here and there so these walking demons have children to molest. The third class, perhaps 90% of humanity, are euphemistically referred to by the elites as the “useless” or “worthless” class. They’ve been openly calling people that for fifty years and, now, they’re openly working on ways to cull the “surplus population” as Ebenezer Scrooge put it. This three-tiered classification is a global concept, at least in the parts of the globe still dominated by Clown World. 

What if the Clowns are now using the vast zombie burial grounds of America to 1) keep a steady slave-pet contingent handy, and 2) wipe out the rest of humanity? Too many Africans? Ship them to America. Is South Asia overcrowded? Pet Sematary time. How many Argentinians? You get the idea. Maybe it’s a metaphysical question. I’m not certain as it is, again, just a theory. If one is a young demographer with some free time, this might be something to pay attention to, track, and report.

Those in the Sovereign Nations are wise to continue separating themselves from this demented wickedness. For those in America, the West, and places still under Western occupation, it may be time to try something new. Something like fighting and turning the tables on our beloved elites. While some in America still timidly cherish the idea of a non-violent reaction (to a war of extermination), men like Ma Xinmin, legal advisor for the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, rightly acknowledge the right of oppressed and occupied peoples to fight back against their oppressors and occupiers. Americans used to understand that truth, which is still enshrined in Article Ten of the New Hampshire Constitution as the Right (and even responsibility) of Revolution against tyranny: “The doctrine of nonresistance against arbitrary power, and oppression, is absurd, slavish, and destructive of the good and happiness of mankind.”

While a character in King’s book deduces, “sometimes, dead is better,” I suggest that when dealing with sociopathic satanic killers, dead is always better. While one ponders this theoretical story of anti-human horror, please enjoy a lyrical take on it by the Ramones. Do you want to be buried in the American Sematary?

Deo vindice. Mors daemonibus.

UPDATE: I rechecked, and it appears I was either seeing things or, more likely, some numbers were rearranged. As of 5/1/24, only NHWs are officially declining, while the others are, as before, slowing. Still, everyone might want to keep a close eye on… Come to think of it, we may have passed the point where the information ceases to be useful.

A Basket Full Of Sadness

04 Sunday Feb 2024

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Dr. Roberts penned one of his best summaries of where Americans stand in this current year.

To be an American today is to collect a basket full of sadness. We have been at war forever for the profits of the military/security complex, for the hegemonic ideology of the neoconservatives, for Cold War hysteria, and for Israel. Huge sums of money have been wasted for no benefit to the American people. Just yesterday I was listening to a deputy sheriff tell me how frustrating it was that he cannot reach the criminal American elite and bring them home to their crimes, but has, instead, to focus on the minor crimes of their lower class victims.

I asked him why it is the lower class that most waves the flag, and he said that patriotism is all that they have that gives them meaning. I responded that this means that they cannot escape their victimhood, and he said “that is what is sad about it.”

He’s not wrong, and when he writes, “…[America] is worse than in Sodom and Gomorrah,” he may have a point considering how he phrases the statement. So again, should two strangers show up one night, talking hastily about looming catastrophe, please pay attention.

Some Amazing Facts About America!

27 Saturday Jan 2024

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‘Muricans, I was talkin’ bout y’all behind yer backs. But it was all true, so there’s that. Here follows a column I wrote that originally ran at Geopolitika this week.

 

A FEW THINGS ABOUT AMERICA AND AMERICANS

26.01.2024
USA

Perrin Lovett

It’s a strange place, let’s not kid ourselves. Physically, it’s a stunningly beautiful and diverse landscape, much like Russia. Socially, and cohesively, it used to be nice. Politically, it’s … what’s worse than a burning, radioactive trainwreck? Anyway, the United States is full of surprises and built atop a surprising history. This short essay about the land where I grew up was partly inspired by a few articles at Geopolitika over the past few months, particularly those of my friends, Walt Garlington and Leonid Savin, and the esteemed Professor Alexander Dugin. I hesitated to finish and submit this piece because it kind of felt like I was beating up on my own people. But as the man once said, “It is what it is.”

Not too long ago, Professor Dugin correctly chided the Western world and its conservative factions for believing in and promoting the fallacy of “Judeo-Christianity.” He is right that the West is not, and was never supposed to be Judeo-Christian, the very idea of which is a non sequitur. However, we certainly have many self-proclaimed Judeo-Christians in the West. Perhaps nowhere is this aberration more prevalent than in the United States where it also goes by the name of “Christian”-Zionism. I’d like to address and further condemn this phenomenon through a few examples and with a little history. This will also involve Freemasonry and related matters.

The United States, which I’m also cautiously referring to, synonymously, as America, was founded in large part by Protestants and Freemasons. I’m also largely referring to the founding of the United States of America, the federated country created by the Constitution of 1787 over and above the earlier colonial establishment. Walt Garlington, who, by the way, authors some of the most soul-stirring poetry of any post-modern American, Southern man, wrote an excellent treatise on the differences between Saint Vladimir of Russia and America’s founding general and first Constitutional president George Washington. In it, Walt notes that Washington was a practicing Freemason. I’m going to demonstrate, with pictures, the depth of his devotion to the club or, rather, their reciprocation towards him and his legacy.

I also note that, just as scoundrels of the West love to hide behind children, faux patriotism, and the Bible, many of them of the American variety also find refuge by invoking Washington as a kind of justification for whatever lunacy they’re peddling at the moment. Vivek Ramaswamy, a pseudo-American, Soros-esque businessman of some sort, is or was seeking the Republican nomination for President. (Practical politics in America being dead and gone—ask President Vladimir Putin or Medinsky and Chubaryan’s new high school history book—I don’t keep close track of the sideshow anymore.) Speaking (highly) of Israel’s war of genocide against Palestine, Ramaswamy recently told a group of Republican Zionists, “I would love nothing more than for the IDF to put the heads of the top 100 Hamas leaders on stakes and line them up on the Israel-Gaza border as a sign that October 7, 2023 will never happen again.” He then argued it is what George Washington would do. Either it wasn’t reported, or else he didn’t say what he thought Washington would make of the Nakba, the U.S.S. Liberty, or related matters. Then again, it’s a circus and he’s merely a clown. But the spirit of so many false beliefs has a strong grip on the greater circus audience.

Both Freemasonry and “Christian”-Zionism were on combined display late last year in Washington, D.C. A host of American Judeo-Christians pretended the Monument to George Washington was Jerusalem’s Wailing Wall. This spectacle, as bizarre as it looked, was part of the unquestioning allegiance to the modern Israeli state and the play-pretend understanding of eschatology held by many Americans. Leonid Savin recently wrote, very well, of this allegiance, of its origins and modern implications.

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Read the whole thing at Geopolitika. I include some highlighted maps most Americans (and others) have never seen. But seeing is believing.

 

The USA is Guaranteed

20 Saturday Jan 2024

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…to fail. In fact, it’s already over. We’re just now starting to notice the fires.

In the beginning, demographically-speaking, the liars lied that the “great replacement” was impossible – not going to happen. Then, as people noticed it was happening, the liars still denied anything. Next they said it was minor, nothing to worry about.

Now, and for a little while, they’re gloating over the demise of heritage America.

A new analysis has found that minority Americans will make up the majority of the nation’s population by 2050.

Using data from the American Community Survey, Collage Group found that since 2021, America’s multicultural population has increased by nearly 4 million.

About 192.2 million white Americans make up about 58 percent of the population. Black, Hispanic, Asian and other races account for about 141.1 million Americans, according to the group’s report.

By 2050, Hispanic Americans are expected to have the most population growth — an increase of about 6 percent — while the white population is expected to decrease by about 11 percent.

They’re still lying. As the numbers have become unreliable to to the point of being irrelevant, one thing is clear – Posterity America is over. The shift will happen much sooner than 2050, probably well before 2030 and possibly this or next year. When it happens, for a while, it won’t be any more obvious there’s a real problem than it is now. But there is a problem. Or an opportunity if you will. Just no real guarantees beyond the mathematical.

Remember their lies: no changes whatsoever.

PS: France, this is your near future if you don’t turn it around now.

COLUMN: Time To (JB) Bury The Enlightenment Experiment

06 Wednesday Dec 2023

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Time To (JB) Bury The Enlightenment Experiment

 

Hello, all. Looking back at things I wrote four, ten, or nearly twenty-two years ago, I have mixed feelings. I’ll for now keep those to myself, but with perhaps infrequent exceptions, I will cease writing about practical American political affairs. It’s like being a veterinarian that specializes in dinosaurs—sounds cool and all, but…

Over four years ago, I wrote an article called “Only A Dictator Can Save America.” My (admittedly dangerous) suggestion was highly implausible in the summer of 2019. In the final month of 2023, it’s too late, out of time, and gone with the wind. Back then, I wrote: “the United States Empire … nears its predictable end; it currently collapses at free-fall speed. Even now, wicked useless elites scramble to suck out what value remains while their scavenger hordes descend upon the rotting shell.” That was fifteen years after Vox Day correctly called America an unfixable corpse. And it was before Big Floyd’s summer of love, the COVID hoax, the stolen election and coup, NATO’s suicidal losing war against Russia, Judeo-”Christian” support for genocide for Greater Israel, and all the other signals and signs the United States is well and truly over. And it is. And it should be. American women are now encouraged to practice literal satanism to murder their children—and you know many are doing so. The destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah 2.0 approaches, though one hopes there are still a lot of Lots around. 

Maybe it’s in that valiant spirit that even now it appears some good people want to try something—anything—to hold the old line. Today I had planned to discuss a new non-political (political) movement in the U.S. I mentally waffled all over the place deciding whether to do it for three reasons. First, I greatly admire this movement’s leader, a truly good man, and my review skews a little realistic. Second, while some of their policy statements are just wrong and others are slightly misguided or misdirected, others are great and I think the group means very well. Third, as futile as I perceive the attempt is, if it gives good people just a little hope, then there is more than a little merit in it. I decided to plow ahead regardless, mindful there are no legal or political solutions to America’s many and generally self-inflicted problems. Here follows a review and macro-assessment, not a condemnation.

OCOC is the acronym for the new semi-political cultural movement Our Country Our Choice. I learned of OCOC the other day via a link from Lew Rockwell or Ron Unz. It is my opinion that while very well-intentioned this movement is potentially destined to go the way of the Tea Party, MAGA, “Q”, and the 1607 Project. The decent-sounding ideas put forward by OCOC and its honest, heroic leader, Col. Douglas MacGregor, would have better served the Peak America of 1965 or earlier. They would have still had some chance of success twenty years later, though by then, the US was in dire need of pull-out-all-the-stops emergency domestic military action. Those of you who were around then know we didn’t get it. And we won’t.

OCOC presents a solution for a society that no longer exists. And it fundamentally misses the very categorization of that society. The key to understanding why is found in OCOC’s founding Statement: “OCOC believes that the three pillars of civilization are equal justice under the law, cheap energy, and freedom of speech.” While not as bad as it could be, that belief is wrong.

The US is no longer observably American or Christian. It was not founded as a Christian country. Rather, it was constructed as an Enlightenment ideological experiment by predominantly pseudo-Christians, neo-pagans, and Freemasons. But it was, upon a time, part of Western Civilization, the heir of the (even back then) failing British tradition. The three pillars of Western Civilization are Christianity, the Greco-Roman legacy, and the heritage(s) of the European nations. Take away one element and the civilization ceases to be Western. Take them all away, as is the case with the postmodern US, and the subject civilization itself fails. 

The US no longer has any semblance of law and order. As such, notions about fairness under what passes for the law are misplaced. Cheap energy is vitally important for any advanced society, but it is not a critical component of the existence of that society. Free speech is an Enlightenment lie and trap designed almost exclusively to weaken and destroy Christian law and culture. To see this explicitly stated by a leading proponent of Enlightenment evil, read A History of Freedom of Thought by J.B. Bury (Cambridge, USA: Henry Holt, 1913) (yes, that J.B. Bury). 

Bury writes: “[F]reedom of thought, in any valuable sense, includes freedom of speech.” He then praises the paganism of ancient Greece as an example of and for the postmodern, anti-Christian future: 

We must remember that the Homeric poems were never supposed to be the word of God. It has been said that Homer was the Bible of the Greeks. The remark exactly misses the truth. The Greeks fortunately had no Bible, and this fact was both an expression and an important condition of their freedom.

That was, of course, during the Fifth Century BC, which Bury calls the “age of Illumination.” He extolls the luciferian concept of the “supremacy of the individual conscience, as we should say, over human law.” He goes on to slander the Christian Church as well as the “reforms” inflicted by Luthor and Calvin, going so far as to lie and blaspheme:

The truth is that Sacred Books are an obstacle to moral and intellectual progress, because they consecrate the ideas of a given epoch, and its customs, as divinely appointed. Christianity, by adopting books of a long past age, placed in the path of human development a particularly nasty stumbling-block.

In discussing the Christianization of Imperial Rome, he stupidly asserts: “in a State where Christians had the power there would be no tolerance…” And he wraps up with a few moaning examples of how, even as the devil’s progress progresses in the early 20th Century, vestiges of Christian culture still linger in Europe. One such bemoaning: “The recent rather alarming inflictions of penalties for blasphemy in England illustrate this point. It was commonly supposed that the Blasphemy laws, though unrepealed, were a dead letter. But since December 1911, half a dozen persons have been imprisoned for this offence.”

Over 100 years later, the empirical truth is plain to see. Freed of their oppressive blasphemy laws and Christianity in general, how well do England, Germany, France, and the United States fare? The truth is that in the absence of Christian control, there is no tolerance. 

I didn’t mean for this to turn into a mini-review of Bury, but doing so illustrates the point of the danger of “free speech” and of making the same a pillar of any civilization. And I do not think Macgregor and his fellows are Freemasons, Enlightenment-mongers, or in any way evil. In fact, elsewhere in OCOC’s various statements and propositions, there is hard evidence to the contrary. For example, in decrying the persecution of Christians today, OCOC amazingly condemns the IDF for murdering Christians in Occupied Palestine. And under their “Defend Our Children” section they dare state a great if terrible truth: “Be aware that pedophilia is being normalized and inducted into the [SIC?] Stand your ground! (When a gay chorus sings “we are coming for your kids,” we should believe them. Some law makers are even trying to make pedophilia legal.)” Either of those honest statements is enough to make the ADL scream, “Anti-satanic!” That’s good.

With other matters, the views, beliefs, and approaches are a little muddled. For instance, OCOC is 100% correct that the Federal Reserve should be abolished. It will be, and hopefully soon, by monetary gravity and nature. But whether legally or naturally destroyed, its elimination erases, mitigates, or changes some of OCOC’s other stated goals concerning things like debt levels, federal spending, and taxation. All of these issues are moot points at this extremely late hour.

It’s good and very well that MacGregor says OCOC is not overtly political and does not support or try to curry favor with any Democrats or Republicans. No side of the Uniparty would have anything to do with the movement other than to try to subvert it or maybe have it prosecuted for hate crimes. Really, everyone knows that. It’s because the entirety of the American political structure is dead. And that is because the entirety of American and Western-American culture is dead, a product of the death of the prevailing Western identity of Americans. As such, there is no reason to try to influence the dead politics of a dead country.

What OCOC should instead foster—and I think they have a good chance to do so—is the redevelopment of the concepts of God, family, and Christian community that MacGregor champions. Christian men and women should deeply consider how America fell and who led the demise. The answer to all related questions, whether concerning debt, pedophilia, or open borders, is the same. At a certain time and place a notion of vengeance inserts itself.

OCOC should also accept that as America is no longer American, Western, or Christian, the otherwise valid solutions they suggest will not be accepted by all US residents or occupants nor will they work universally. Whether or not anyone understands or likes that the US is done and is breaking apart is immaterial. It is, it should, and no human endeavor can stop the process. Everyone’s ultimate focus should be on rebuilding something new and better in the rump states that will form over the next decade-plus. There’s great potential beyond the great upheavals and I suspect all good people will want to participate in the grand developments. 

On a personal note, I am happy to reveal I have completed my Thorongil Testing of the American people. I have the results and will, by my actions over the next year or so, make them and my related decisions public. Great news! Going forward, marching steadily toward 2024, we’ll have some more excellent fiction in this space. That will—or should—include another Tom Ironsides Christmas special. Don’t miss it.

Deo vindice.

The Amerikan Front

14 Monday Aug 2023

Posted by perrinlovett in News and Notes

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I ran the available new numbers last night, and 2022 was a bit of a relief. Given recent trends, I expected the net loss of NH White Americans last year to be in the 700-750K range. It was not! Instead, we lost a mere 611,895. While births were down again, so were deaths. This brings the total seven-year loss to 2,660,138. However, the latest figure is the first time in eight years the decline has slowed. While the total loss will probably exceed 3 million by the end of this year, if we’re not there already, here’s to hoping it won’t exceed it by much.

After toying with some numbers a little, I decided to stick with my 2029 flipping prediction.

1965 – 2029: No changes whatsoever.

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