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Three Years of Hate: The Very Best of In Mala Fide Paperback – January 3, 2013
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About the Author
In Mala Fide was an online magazine published from 2009 to 2012, founded and edited by Matt Forney, writing under the pen name "Ferdinand Bardamu." Featuring articles on sexuality, masculinity, politics and more, it played a pivotal role in the creation of the "manosphere," one of the most important intellectual movements in the Western world today.
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If you don't like this kind of thing, you'll hate it even more than the author hates all the preposterous nonsense you hold sacred. The permanent-narcissistic-rage gang on the left will want the author imprisoned. Libertarians will want the author punished even more savagely, but only by private actors (because the true meaning of freedom is being terrified of expressing opinions even when the government *isn't* listening). Conservatives will want him to SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP.
They can all KMA.
Now, Ferd here is a professional blasphemist, and every culture punishes blasphemy in some way. Very few cultures have the left's insane zero-tolerant compulsion to police your every thought (which they've had ever since they called themselves Puritans), but they all do it to some degree. Thing is, the dose makes the poison. It's only unhealthy when you go crazy with it, and/or when you start persecuting people who say things that the culture needs to hear to survive. And as Mao and the Puritans proved, even then it's not fatal (to the culture -- it may very well be fatal to you personally). But it's not a whole lot of fun.
Ugly times ahead. Enjoy.
I really liked this book, as I was there from the beginning of it all, was an active commenter and I even get a minor mention in one of the essays (as the blogger Spike). It really changed the way I thought. Also, Ferdy, as we called him, did more than just rail against the world. He attempted to put what he said into action in his own life, quitting his job, moving, and eventually growing beyond a need for his own blog, and in some senses, his own belief system. For all his knocks against women, sentimentalism and the conventions of settling down, the book is dedicated to an "Annie".
In this, I have the reason why I give the book four stars instead of five. He effectively demolishes all the pretty little lies that cage us, yet, other than small glimpses, we don't see the reconstruction of something new. Bardamu styled himself as an unwilling and acerbic prophet, but in the end walks away into the wilderness to finish the job of finding some sort of subjective truth and value to life on his own. In some ways it was inevitable. His persona could do no more than smash idols, to erect new ones would be out of the question. Still one wonders what could have been done if he had chosen to point a bit more in the general direction of where to go rather than to just recite the same things other bloggers have said about cutting the ties that bind them to the 9-5 world in some s***ty city under venal and stupid leaders. After all, many of the people who have done the same thing seem to be falling into a pattern not much better than going to work and then vegging out in front of the TV or video games. Roosh, for example, has achieved success beyond his wildest dreams, yet nearly every other post of his belies an ennui, where traveling and gaming women is becoming an expectation, and thus a gilded cage of his own creation. Others, less astute and self aware, merely wallow in hedonistic excess that's boring to read.
I like to think Bardamu transcended it all, and in order to do so he could no longer be Bardamu. Still, we don't know. At least we have this book to remember, and to dispel what illusions trap us yet.
For all those reasons, this book is needed at this time, and for this period. We need our satirists, and Ferd stood up to the plate for three whole years.
He is a skeptic looking for an honest woman in New York. Unsurpisingly, he is disappointed. The surprise I found -- having read his site in bits and noting that the nihilist was broad thinking enough to let the traditional catholics share the stage -- was that he has a moral sense. He may scorn the church, but they trained him well.
Read it. You will not like it, but it will make you consider what you are doing, and where we are going.