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Mister Hardcover – January 1, 2009
- Print length552 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherIron Sky Publishing
- Publication dateJanuary 1, 2009
- ISBN-100956183506
- ISBN-13978-0956183507
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- Publisher : Iron Sky Publishing; First Edition (January 1, 2009)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 552 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0956183506
- ISBN-13 : 978-0956183507
- Item Weight : 2.16 pounds
- Best Sellers Rank: #6,162,795 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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This book is the exception for white people looking for a voice that gently speaks to them. Ever want to read a book that thinks and says what you say in your head every single day? This is it. The main character is nothing more than the voice in your head that you've been made to fell guilty about. Do you shake your head at third world immigration into your homeland or neighborhood? Do you get frustrated with the wall your back has been put against as a white person? Tired of feeling like you are alone in these frustrations? GET THIS BOOK.
Mister will speak to you, but not obscenely. If you are timid in your revolutionary thought of white identity and you left this book out at work, you wouldn't have to worry about having to explain it. On the other hand, the message is clear and strong. Mister is a good transition from status quo literature to politically incorrect literature.
Alex Kurtagic is intelligent and writes well. Just the fact that this book breaks the rules of political correctness shows you Mr. Kurtagic didn't write this book maintain the status quo. It wasn't written to make bags of cash. It's genuinely a work of art from a mind that thinks differently and wants the world to consider his position.
I can't wait for his next book.
A self adsorbed Englishman travels to Spain. It is dry, hot and severely over-crowed.
The law protects the many immigrants, and diverse elements, however it seems to
do little for Natives. Hardly a great concern though, because, after all, they are
getting to be fewer each year. Story of the not to distant future.
Mister,our protagonist is uninvolved. He has his money, his house off the main road.
He is a kind of proverbial everyman. A watcher. He goes to Spain on a business trip.
What should his business be? Can anyone just check out? If showing up is half the game?
The book asks serious questions about the demographic winter.
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I got my copy through interlibrary loan, from clear across the country (USA). Because of its political slant, I suspect, this is not an item that's right out there where anyone will find it, which is why I was attracted, along with the good reviews.
What's positive is that Mister gives an all-too-plausible - if slightly exaggerated, for comic effect - close-up look at life in our near future, after the multicultural bolshevik police state has finished locking down its grip on the world. The long interrogation scene near the end rings especially, and grimly true. I was made to laugh a fair number of times - by the black humor, appealing to my sense of innate superiority over the dumbed-down, lumpen communist horde.
However, for my taste, the protagonist's endlessly frustrating experiences with all the stupidity and social decomposition were a bit overdrawn. You get the point after a while, sometimes you chuckle, but it just goes on and on.
Two aspects of the foundational snobbishness didn't appeal to me. The main character's persona consisted too fully of an extreme and fastidious intellectual preeminence. Qualities of the heart would have made him more compelling and believable. These features occurred only external to the main character, and in a negative sense - through the barbaric filth and savagery on the streets, and in the bureaucratic fiendishness fueling the whole system.
On a similar note, the protagonist's relationship with his wife was so perfect and unblemished it came across as almost a caricature of the ideal, Aryan genetic pair.
The racial snobbishness actually turned me off - if I can say that without sounding PC. At first I smirked at the cleverly worded descriptions of Negroid, Mestizo or genetically indeterminate hominids, with their high brow ridges, short, sloping foreheads, and subcompact cranial capacity. But that got old too. Moreover, the many digs at North African and Moslem types, along with Amerindians (and others) might be seen as unfairly directed. These people's distant ancestors invented astronomy, mathematics and much else of worth in humanity's cultural heritage. You could make a case that the White subspecies has also been degraded and bastardized, much as the darker races are sketched - even if it's true, which I think the novel does accurately convey, that cultural marxism has unjustly favored these other folk under the guise of righting old wrongs. Few of us, in any case, come close to the evolutionary pinnacle represented by the itinerant, info-tech genius whose misadventures in Spain are the substance of this tale - however closely we've been set up to identify.
The political content of the many, essay-like passages struck me as more cliched than revealing. All the hype about hyperinflation may be prophetic, and perhaps the visionaries who've buried gold in their backyards really are ahead of the game. But I'm not convinced it's been proven yet. I find other signals misleading - though I wouldn't know whether this outcome is intended or not. The bits of Ron Paul hagiography are one example (p. 262, 353); I'm certain he was just another part of the US electoral scam, deployed to soak off the energy of citizens who, had they not fallen under his spell, might yet have stumbled on some way to make a difference before it was really, and finally too late. Same with the elderly David Duke, who makes a cameo appearance in a jail cell (353); he always smelled like another Pied Piper to me.
The likewise amicable and more frequent appearances of David Irving (along with much else) bring up the vexing question of why political critiques, from the perspective this one offers, so frequently become enveloped in nostalgia for Nazism. Many who are, quite properly, aroused by all that isn't right in our world and go out looking for answers get lured into false responses, of which an affection for Hitler seems to be currently one of the most popular. Again, I don't know whether this author is deliberately subverting and misdirecting potential opposition to the New World Order, or whether he's straightforwardly representing his own sincere beliefs. It's an interesting question. In either case, however, the effect is the same.
The most prominently iconic of all the real-life figures in the novel is Dr. Kevin MacDonald. I've read four of MacDonald's books, and I agree: Culture of Critique is the best (p. 141). At least it's the one that hit me right between the eyes. I was under the impression MacDonald's a sociologist, though, not a psychologist (p.275). But the switch may have been just an exercise of literary license (whose purpose I can't fathom). Broad implications, however, that MacDonald resonates with the Hitlerian spirit is something which escaped me in reading him. His enthusiastic endorsement on the book's back cover puzzles me (somewhat) in this regard. Maybe I missed something, though.
My own grandfather was born in a small town on the English coast 140 years ago. With a name like Kurtagic, I doubt that the author of Mister could say as much. While I wouldn't disparage his ancestry, or deny him the right to live and travel wherever he wishes, his lament for the ruin of Merrie Olde England seems a trifle misplaced and perhaps hypocritical. However, this is a minor gripe.
All in all, the dystopian landscape is richly and skillfully depicted. The critique is a most necessary one. But it misses the mark. I find it too significantly flawed to be a truly useful commentary on our times.
