Motus Mentis

I’m gradually getting better from that debilitating chest-cold I came down with on Monday, and thought I was well enough to take on the Blank Page once again. So I sat down to write, and … nothing. (Maybe in another day or so.)

So, instead, I’ll direct you to a review, at CRB, of a most unusual book I read earlier this year: Bronze Age Mindset, by an unknown author writing under the pseudonym “Bronze Age Pervert”. The book is essentially a Nietzschean manifesto — though it describes itself not as a work of philosophy, but an “exhortation” — and it is above all a rousing paean to virility, hierarchy, and excellence, and a call to young men to shake off the bridling and feminizing narcotic of modernity. (You should read it, if you haven’t — take it from me, it’s really something.)

The review is by Michael Anton, who says he was given the book by a dinner-guest: none other than Mencius Moldbug!

Read it here. I’ll have something of my own to write about soon, I’m sure.