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Gothic Violence
GOTHIC VIOLENCE is a fictional dark comedy by author, Mike Ma. Though is a continuation of the first work, this book stands alone. GOTHIC VIOLENCE follows a gang of jihadist surfers who use insider trading profit to disable the national power grid and capture Florida amid total panic.
When asked for comment, the author told us he “prefers this book far more” and that it is a “more brutal and optimistic story”.
When asked for comment, the author told us he “prefers this book far more” and that it is a “more brutal and optimistic story”.
192 pages, Paperback
First published June 15, 2021
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June 21, 2021
Gothic Violence can only be understood by those actually read it. All speculation is useless, as this is better/different compared to my first book. Gothic Violence has no filler, a real plot, and was edited by someone who's more educated than myself.
Amazon accepts returns, so if you truly don't like it, send it back.
But don't talk shit until you actually read it through.
Amazon accepts returns, so if you truly don't like it, send it back.
But don't talk shit until you actually read it through.
June 19, 2021
cover is quite well designed, I'm sure that it will look wonderful in police evidence photographs.
August 27, 2021
This book changed my life, my court hearing is next week.
September 6, 2021
Michael Mahoney, “Gothic Violence” (2021) - In case you go looking for it, the author of this book goes by “Mike Ma,” and is a D-list fascist social media figure, a former running boy for Milo Yiannopolous (one only wonders what absurd abuses Yiannopolous would make a notionally straight dumbass go through to belong in his circles; and one is much more shaken by the knowledge that whatever Mahoney did for Yiannopolous, it was likely more honest and less demeaning than anything else Mahoney had ever done). I don’t play with these fascists and their nicknames- when I reviewed Mahoney’s last book, the worst book I read last year, I hadn’t bothered to google him. I saw Mahoney give his new novel five stars and beg for purchases of his self-published work and reviews to help further juice sales, but only by people who had read it, he insisted. Well, who am I to deny such a cri de couer? Especially when I can illegally download the book online (if Mahoney wants one red cent from me, he can come find me in Boston and have the “authentic experience” he is always whining about trying to get his thirteen twenty-nine)?
At first, I was thinking this one might be better than “Harassment Architecture,” Mahoney’s prior and first literary effort. After all, “Gothic Violence” has a plot, which should be a marked improvement on its predecessor, which didn’t really have one. “Gothic Violence” follows a Mahoney-Marty-Stu narrator character who belongs to a group of Florida-based fascist surfers who use violence of various kinds to disrupt our corrupt social order. “Surf Nazis Must Conquer,” or, a callow brain-damaged Chuck Palahniuk’s take on “The Turner Diaries” - doesn’t sound good, sounds better than “Harassment Architecture.”
Well, Mahoney manages to disappoint even these low expectations. He can’t concentrate on a plot because he fancies he has important things to say. He thinks he’s an aesthete and a philosopher. So you get long (this isn’t a long book, but still) passages of undergrad writing workshop-style prose describing dreams and visions, interspersed with what there is of the plot and various manifesto-style passages about this or that thing that bothers him (his trans panic, a lot of stuff about lifting weights and drinking raw milk). It hasn’t got much more focus than “Harassment Architecture,” even with the notional inclusion of a plot.
Mahoney attracts attention for his prominence on “accelerationist” social media (“accelerationist” was a lefty thing, for a long time, still is in some quarters, but has mostly migrated to the fascist right- like “libertarian”). To the extent there’s a point to all this, it’s the destruction of our social order through violence and terror and the reemergence of “natural” “strong” men, our natural leaders, yadda yadda. Would these strong natural men have as much patience as Mahoney seems to expect they’d have for his shitty maunderings, or would they whack him with a stick to stop the noise? The idea that anyone even remotely close to an ubermensch, however defined, would want to bother with books like this isn’t the dumbest part of the “might makes right” apocalypse scenario, but it’s the part I thought about most often.
At the end, after his gang routs the system from Florida, the Mahoney-Marty-Stu wanders the beach and encounters a magical hangman who makes some dumb speeches, and then Mahoney makes his own little speech (he doesn’t indicate the hangman hangs around to listen- the closest to realism this book gets) about how whether damned or saved, he will never be ordinary (he says “average,” because he is stupid, a bad writer, a worse “traditionalist,” and can’t help but punt to rationalist-statistical language, even at the apotheosis of his transcendence- what he means is ordinary).
The only way in which any of this — this book, Mahoney’s performance of self, the whole tableau — could be regarded as anything other than ordinary is that it’s unusually shoddy, amateurish. Even then, it’s probably about ordinary for self-published work in that regard, too. He cribs flagrantly from a cheap list of recent literary figures — Palahniuk, Brett Easton Ellis, Tao Lin — that rank high among both the noxious cultural weeds (I have some time for Palahniuk but he probably hasn’t been good for literature) and the commonest role models for young men who fancy themselves literary. He can’t help but make fussy little points about lifestyle while he’s trying to pretend to be above it all. Completely predictable ones, too, for deeply insecure boys of his generation: lifting weights (why always lifting? Sheer muscle mass won’t help you that much), undercooked meat, old clothes, the usual mask-off context-collapse “I need to bolster my manhood and don’t care who notices how frantic and embarrassing my efforts in that direction are” stuff. Celebrity culture stuff, can’t keep himself from that, either- weirdly old, too, he was born in the nineties but obsesses over The Strokes, of all bands- are they retro, now?
Above all, you see the desperate desire for self-expression, the utter incapacity to get a point across, the dim quarter-awareness (less in the content than in the tone) of the bourgeois boy raised to believe that he has things to say that, in fact, he has nothing at all in his mind that’s worth the breath coming out his lungs, not that that’s going to stop him. That combination is as ordinary as grass, and has a banal origin: we didn’t tax his parents enough to force him to work for a living. Just another thing for us to fix- stick it on the list. ‘
At first, I was thinking this one might be better than “Harassment Architecture,” Mahoney’s prior and first literary effort. After all, “Gothic Violence” has a plot, which should be a marked improvement on its predecessor, which didn’t really have one. “Gothic Violence” follows a Mahoney-Marty-Stu narrator character who belongs to a group of Florida-based fascist surfers who use violence of various kinds to disrupt our corrupt social order. “Surf Nazis Must Conquer,” or, a callow brain-damaged Chuck Palahniuk’s take on “The Turner Diaries” - doesn’t sound good, sounds better than “Harassment Architecture.”
Well, Mahoney manages to disappoint even these low expectations. He can’t concentrate on a plot because he fancies he has important things to say. He thinks he’s an aesthete and a philosopher. So you get long (this isn’t a long book, but still) passages of undergrad writing workshop-style prose describing dreams and visions, interspersed with what there is of the plot and various manifesto-style passages about this or that thing that bothers him (his trans panic, a lot of stuff about lifting weights and drinking raw milk). It hasn’t got much more focus than “Harassment Architecture,” even with the notional inclusion of a plot.
Mahoney attracts attention for his prominence on “accelerationist” social media (“accelerationist” was a lefty thing, for a long time, still is in some quarters, but has mostly migrated to the fascist right- like “libertarian”). To the extent there’s a point to all this, it’s the destruction of our social order through violence and terror and the reemergence of “natural” “strong” men, our natural leaders, yadda yadda. Would these strong natural men have as much patience as Mahoney seems to expect they’d have for his shitty maunderings, or would they whack him with a stick to stop the noise? The idea that anyone even remotely close to an ubermensch, however defined, would want to bother with books like this isn’t the dumbest part of the “might makes right” apocalypse scenario, but it’s the part I thought about most often.
At the end, after his gang routs the system from Florida, the Mahoney-Marty-Stu wanders the beach and encounters a magical hangman who makes some dumb speeches, and then Mahoney makes his own little speech (he doesn’t indicate the hangman hangs around to listen- the closest to realism this book gets) about how whether damned or saved, he will never be ordinary (he says “average,” because he is stupid, a bad writer, a worse “traditionalist,” and can’t help but punt to rationalist-statistical language, even at the apotheosis of his transcendence- what he means is ordinary).
The only way in which any of this — this book, Mahoney’s performance of self, the whole tableau — could be regarded as anything other than ordinary is that it’s unusually shoddy, amateurish. Even then, it’s probably about ordinary for self-published work in that regard, too. He cribs flagrantly from a cheap list of recent literary figures — Palahniuk, Brett Easton Ellis, Tao Lin — that rank high among both the noxious cultural weeds (I have some time for Palahniuk but he probably hasn’t been good for literature) and the commonest role models for young men who fancy themselves literary. He can’t help but make fussy little points about lifestyle while he’s trying to pretend to be above it all. Completely predictable ones, too, for deeply insecure boys of his generation: lifting weights (why always lifting? Sheer muscle mass won’t help you that much), undercooked meat, old clothes, the usual mask-off context-collapse “I need to bolster my manhood and don’t care who notices how frantic and embarrassing my efforts in that direction are” stuff. Celebrity culture stuff, can’t keep himself from that, either- weirdly old, too, he was born in the nineties but obsesses over The Strokes, of all bands- are they retro, now?
Above all, you see the desperate desire for self-expression, the utter incapacity to get a point across, the dim quarter-awareness (less in the content than in the tone) of the bourgeois boy raised to believe that he has things to say that, in fact, he has nothing at all in his mind that’s worth the breath coming out his lungs, not that that’s going to stop him. That combination is as ordinary as grass, and has a banal origin: we didn’t tax his parents enough to force him to work for a living. Just another thing for us to fix- stick it on the list. ‘
June 18, 2021
Got a notification couple of minutes ago that this book is about to arrive. Now there are 2 gentlemen in suits outside, equipped with earpieces and guns, banging on my door, saying they got something for me and that I should open up. They don’t look like the usual kid delivering my stuff help what do i do
February 6, 2022
A disappointment after Harassment Architecture. I frequently lost his 'plot' but then I read nuggets I related to. Many good examples:
“Traditional life is heralded not because it is fashionable , but because it works. It is a framework from which all creative and heroic endeavours might spring”.
But the red meat shock tactics are absurdly overdone. Weakly presented as ‘fiction’ to enable it to be published I guess. The covers are impressive though, back and front.
“Traditional life is heralded not because it is fashionable , but because it works. It is a framework from which all creative and heroic endeavours might spring”.
But the red meat shock tactics are absurdly overdone. Weakly presented as ‘fiction’ to enable it to be published I guess. The covers are impressive though, back and front.
June 17, 2022
Typical example of someone with modern extreme right wing views attempting to create something artistic. Don't get me wrong there are some worthwhile parts like the chapter about a baby killing his own mother who attempts a late term abortion(and I say that as someone who is pro abortion). However as one progresses through this work the charm of the first parts wears off and the new chapters that are worthwhile become increasingly scarce. Instead you get more and more inane dumb fascist "philosophical" ramblings and power fantasies based on nothing that exists in the real world.
Of course there have been various classic works of art in various different forms based on power fantasies (Conan the Barbarian for example) and other made up (racist or historical in these cases) things. This novel is too incoherent, too unfocused and contains too much self absorbed navel staring to produce anything worthwhile.
I have some thoughts on why modern conservative/fascist etc people really struggle to make worthwhile art. Unlike the grand artistic fascists and racists or whatever else of the past like Wagner and H.P. Lovecraft is that these current people are forever stuck in their own extremely flawed, outdated and misinformed perceptions of the past. H.P. Lovecraft for example was everything but stuck in the past as much as he wrote on ancient eldritch horrors or bastardized/degenerated people. Instead he created something brand new. To create something new and different requires creativity and of course creativity is something alien to these people who just mindlessly parrot each other.
Of course there have been various classic works of art in various different forms based on power fantasies (Conan the Barbarian for example) and other made up (racist or historical in these cases) things. This novel is too incoherent, too unfocused and contains too much self absorbed navel staring to produce anything worthwhile.
I have some thoughts on why modern conservative/fascist etc people really struggle to make worthwhile art. Unlike the grand artistic fascists and racists or whatever else of the past like Wagner and H.P. Lovecraft is that these current people are forever stuck in their own extremely flawed, outdated and misinformed perceptions of the past. H.P. Lovecraft for example was everything but stuck in the past as much as he wrote on ancient eldritch horrors or bastardized/degenerated people. Instead he created something brand new. To create something new and different requires creativity and of course creativity is something alien to these people who just mindlessly parrot each other.
October 12, 2021
The most fascinating and life-changing book written by a Holocaust survivor.
July 27, 2024
The interpretation of this text trips up on Poe's law to the extent that the narrator's opinions are so silly it is difficult to decide if it is merely parody of right misanthropic primitivism or a bona fide expression of the doctrine thereof.
Sometimes the narrative concerns a numbnut bro chasing tail, drinking, or wasting time on the beach. At other points, the story is the same numbnut bro committing acts of terrorism. He seems to think that mass power outages will cause sufficient civil war for Florida to secede. I don't know what the big deal is--we can happily negotiate Florida's peaceful expulsion from the US. But that's all the minority of the novel; the majority is the narrator's reflections on various points of rightwing nihilism or ecofascism or whatever the beliefs might be.
Those beliefs include anti-feminism on the ground floor (37), an injunction to "feed the dead to the homeless" (45), piling atheists in mass graves (52), routine technophobia (69), and transgender panic (77). The narrator blithely contends that "it doesn't matter how you agree with us, just as long as you do" (71), an unimpressive totalitarianism. The religious credulity is not without a bit of enlightened false consciousness: "whether the stories of the ancients are as true as we've been told, we can do no wrong in taking from them" (id.).
It's laden with silly inconsistencies, such as anti-consumerism juxtaposed with somewhat serious notes on fashion (83). There's religious dogmatism on every other page, but then the narrator also believes that the Bible has been doctored by pacifists to remove positive presentations of violence (90). The narrator complains about government and law, but nevertheless internalizes routines (114), a theofascist's discipline for fighting enemies.
Though there's lotsa scenes where the narrator engages with women and boasts in the cliche masculine way, he indulges in anti-sex recitations (e.g., 131) and lionizes female virginity. He balances that against shooting women at abortion clinics (100). The misogyny is almost the point: he endorses having eight wives (112), thinks that rape jokes are told for the benefit of men (126), and contends that contraception strips women of their maternal spirit (149). The narrator states that "all of my sexism, as dark as it may sometimes get, rests on a stable foundation of loving and understanding women" (151).
His race politics are equally barbaric: the narrator dislikes cities because of the race mixing (very Gobineau), for instance (102). Not only is race natural (148-49), "the price of minor convenience in a post-white America is the blood that pools around you" (140). He is pro-Confederacy in the US civil war, which he believes was caused not by the issue of slavery but by the South not wanting to pay "Lincoln's 50% tax" (141). Please be advised that Lincoln's tax was raised after the war started and taxed 3% flat on incomes greater than $800; it expired after ten years and did not return until the 20th century.
Though the narrator has money to invest, he is never shown working, except at insurrectionary acts. He expresses a disdain otherwise for wage labor (113).
The narrator endorses killing police (120-21) and then kills some (137-37), seeming to revel in violence for its own sake. The goal is destroy the established society and "install new order" (138), creative nihilism, if we want to be charitable--though the vision to be created is simply neo-medievalist and mystical. The narrator has dumb ideas about World War I, and is pro-NSDAP in World War II (142).
The narrator believes that the law doesn't apply to pirates (118), not realizing perhaps that pirates were considered even in ancient times to be hostis humani generis and were thus subject to the universality principle of jurisdiction, wherein the obligation to hang pirates applied erga omnes as a jus cogens peremptory norm of international law.
Viruses are the self-generated cleansing solution to a weak body (129), but also simultaneously violence is a vaccine (170) against viruses. Needless to say, the narrator is an antivaxxer, linking it to autism (152). That said, "Ex-autism death squads will roam the rotted plains of the American waste" (153).
Nevermind the ubiquitous raw milk fetishism and obnoxious anti-vegetarianism in the quack nutritional epilogue. Nevermind also the fetishism of mythical hyperboreans (155) and Atlantis (168). Nevermind the endorsement of the allegation that the moon landings were faked (51). Nevermind likewise the glib beliefs that history and maps are faked, that they had rifles in time of Christ, and that the Romans founded America (157). Nevermind further that he doubts whether Lincoln existed or if he was assassinated (141-42). What's important overwhelmingly is the aggressively prescriptive primitivism, presented in utopic visions of living an "Amish lifestyle" (166-67)--but with guns and bombs.
Overall, "the line between a normal day and complete terror is much too thin to see" (138-39), indicating an overestimation of the efficacy of rightwing violence and an underestimation of the resiliency of civil society. The 'gothic violence' of the title comes across in the repeated refrains that enemies must be killed. Enemies are apparently anyone who disagrees. It's not like left primitivists (e.g., hippies) who would sod off and live on a commune. Right primitivists like this narrator insist that everyone who does not agree is an enemy to be killed.
Consider the stream of consciousness that appears occasionally:
Recommended for city-living scum.
Sometimes the narrative concerns a numbnut bro chasing tail, drinking, or wasting time on the beach. At other points, the story is the same numbnut bro committing acts of terrorism. He seems to think that mass power outages will cause sufficient civil war for Florida to secede. I don't know what the big deal is--we can happily negotiate Florida's peaceful expulsion from the US. But that's all the minority of the novel; the majority is the narrator's reflections on various points of rightwing nihilism or ecofascism or whatever the beliefs might be.
Those beliefs include anti-feminism on the ground floor (37), an injunction to "feed the dead to the homeless" (45), piling atheists in mass graves (52), routine technophobia (69), and transgender panic (77). The narrator blithely contends that "it doesn't matter how you agree with us, just as long as you do" (71), an unimpressive totalitarianism. The religious credulity is not without a bit of enlightened false consciousness: "whether the stories of the ancients are as true as we've been told, we can do no wrong in taking from them" (id.).
It's laden with silly inconsistencies, such as anti-consumerism juxtaposed with somewhat serious notes on fashion (83). There's religious dogmatism on every other page, but then the narrator also believes that the Bible has been doctored by pacifists to remove positive presentations of violence (90). The narrator complains about government and law, but nevertheless internalizes routines (114), a theofascist's discipline for fighting enemies.
Though there's lotsa scenes where the narrator engages with women and boasts in the cliche masculine way, he indulges in anti-sex recitations (e.g., 131) and lionizes female virginity. He balances that against shooting women at abortion clinics (100). The misogyny is almost the point: he endorses having eight wives (112), thinks that rape jokes are told for the benefit of men (126), and contends that contraception strips women of their maternal spirit (149). The narrator states that "all of my sexism, as dark as it may sometimes get, rests on a stable foundation of loving and understanding women" (151).
His race politics are equally barbaric: the narrator dislikes cities because of the race mixing (very Gobineau), for instance (102). Not only is race natural (148-49), "the price of minor convenience in a post-white America is the blood that pools around you" (140). He is pro-Confederacy in the US civil war, which he believes was caused not by the issue of slavery but by the South not wanting to pay "Lincoln's 50% tax" (141). Please be advised that Lincoln's tax was raised after the war started and taxed 3% flat on incomes greater than $800; it expired after ten years and did not return until the 20th century.
Though the narrator has money to invest, he is never shown working, except at insurrectionary acts. He expresses a disdain otherwise for wage labor (113).
The narrator endorses killing police (120-21) and then kills some (137-37), seeming to revel in violence for its own sake. The goal is destroy the established society and "install new order" (138), creative nihilism, if we want to be charitable--though the vision to be created is simply neo-medievalist and mystical. The narrator has dumb ideas about World War I, and is pro-NSDAP in World War II (142).
The narrator believes that the law doesn't apply to pirates (118), not realizing perhaps that pirates were considered even in ancient times to be hostis humani generis and were thus subject to the universality principle of jurisdiction, wherein the obligation to hang pirates applied erga omnes as a jus cogens peremptory norm of international law.
Viruses are the self-generated cleansing solution to a weak body (129), but also simultaneously violence is a vaccine (170) against viruses. Needless to say, the narrator is an antivaxxer, linking it to autism (152). That said, "Ex-autism death squads will roam the rotted plains of the American waste" (153).
Nevermind the ubiquitous raw milk fetishism and obnoxious anti-vegetarianism in the quack nutritional epilogue. Nevermind also the fetishism of mythical hyperboreans (155) and Atlantis (168). Nevermind the endorsement of the allegation that the moon landings were faked (51). Nevermind likewise the glib beliefs that history and maps are faked, that they had rifles in time of Christ, and that the Romans founded America (157). Nevermind further that he doubts whether Lincoln existed or if he was assassinated (141-42). What's important overwhelmingly is the aggressively prescriptive primitivism, presented in utopic visions of living an "Amish lifestyle" (166-67)--but with guns and bombs.
Overall, "the line between a normal day and complete terror is much too thin to see" (138-39), indicating an overestimation of the efficacy of rightwing violence and an underestimation of the resiliency of civil society. The 'gothic violence' of the title comes across in the repeated refrains that enemies must be killed. Enemies are apparently anyone who disagrees. It's not like left primitivists (e.g., hippies) who would sod off and live on a commune. Right primitivists like this narrator insist that everyone who does not agree is an enemy to be killed.
Consider the stream of consciousness that appears occasionally:
Shaved the hair off my arms and legs so I could absorb more sunlight. Was Saturn the first sun? Maybe our current one replaced it. IS the moon just a reflection of the Earth? I should tell my parents I love them. Many horseshoes often grow into waves of oscillation. It's okay to litter in major cities. I am not where I need to be, but I act like I am. Always will act like I am. Where I am is the place to be, until it is not. If you're in a restaurant with green and tallow walls, you're probably in Miami. Not okay to litter there, too close to the Holy Atlantic Ocean. Some humans are litter. China used more concrete in three years than America used in the whole of the twentieth century. Ninety percent of the news is spook-generated. I spend every day of my life arguing with myself. Inside of my head, arguing with my own thoughts. Full conversations with resolutions, agreements, new outcomes. Considering erratic boulders. Various evidence of the Flood. Thinking out the cube and missile crisis. (27-28)That last malapropism doesn't help decide whether this is parody or not.
Recommended for city-living scum.
November 16, 2021
8.5/10.
Great sequel to Harassment Architecture. Gothic Violence is essentially a first-person view of the alienated traditionalist in the desiccated lands of American modernity. We see lives without Life, the prevailing raison d'être of alcohol and "parties", the scarcity of scarcity, the lack of Nature in life, the poisoning of the food and water supplies, and the lies we have been told about history. I greatly enjoy the wide range of issues Ma touches on via the medium of fiction, from Atlantis and Hyberborea to fluoride to women to Nature to ethnicity to Christianity.
I am especially impressed by his knowledge of Miles Mathis and the lies our elites have told us about history. For anyone who has not read this modern day Renaissance man, please check out his essays here: http://mileswmathis.com/updates.html.
At the end of this book, Ma gives nutritional advice that is essential for living healthily, even if it is hard to implement in practice. He cites tens of sources. His advice includes not using any type of water with fluoride (washing face, drinking, showering), nullifying that water with iodine, avoiding all types of grains and especially processed foods, eating as much raw foods as you can get (milk, meat, organs), and living in areas either outside of atomistic metropolises or moving near the coastline (for iodine). Hunt your own animals, fish for your own fish. Pasteurized milk is poisonous; nuts, seeds, and grains are for birds, not for man; and it is ludicrous that we should ingest leaves for our entire diet, given our digestive system. In fact, Ma explicitly says that most plants are not meant to be eaten by humans — green, yellow, or red. Cooked red plants (tomato sauce, ketchup) lead to bad skin and acne. Take showers with the rain or bath in the ocean/lake. Bring nature into your life and diet. The sun, the mud, and clay are great for skin health. Take out all aluminum from body products you use (e.g. deodorant).
Great sequel to Harassment Architecture. Gothic Violence is essentially a first-person view of the alienated traditionalist in the desiccated lands of American modernity. We see lives without Life, the prevailing raison d'être of alcohol and "parties", the scarcity of scarcity, the lack of Nature in life, the poisoning of the food and water supplies, and the lies we have been told about history. I greatly enjoy the wide range of issues Ma touches on via the medium of fiction, from Atlantis and Hyberborea to fluoride to women to Nature to ethnicity to Christianity.
I am especially impressed by his knowledge of Miles Mathis and the lies our elites have told us about history. For anyone who has not read this modern day Renaissance man, please check out his essays here: http://mileswmathis.com/updates.html.
At the end of this book, Ma gives nutritional advice that is essential for living healthily, even if it is hard to implement in practice. He cites tens of sources. His advice includes not using any type of water with fluoride (washing face, drinking, showering), nullifying that water with iodine, avoiding all types of grains and especially processed foods, eating as much raw foods as you can get (milk, meat, organs), and living in areas either outside of atomistic metropolises or moving near the coastline (for iodine). Hunt your own animals, fish for your own fish. Pasteurized milk is poisonous; nuts, seeds, and grains are for birds, not for man; and it is ludicrous that we should ingest leaves for our entire diet, given our digestive system. In fact, Ma explicitly says that most plants are not meant to be eaten by humans — green, yellow, or red. Cooked red plants (tomato sauce, ketchup) lead to bad skin and acne. Take showers with the rain or bath in the ocean/lake. Bring nature into your life and diet. The sun, the mud, and clay are great for skin health. Take out all aluminum from body products you use (e.g. deodorant).
September 10, 2024
“The world is bountiful and full of solutions that grow on trees or spring up from the dirt. The blueprint was always in our hands. Meeting people who refuse this or ignore the qualities of nature ends in worry.”
“There is nothing to be sad about. You were born in the golden moment, in the meat of the golden ratio. Go set something on fire.”
“There is nothing to be sad about. You were born in the golden moment, in the meat of the golden ratio. Go set something on fire.”
July 24, 2022
Gen-Z angst meets an attempt to create high-falutin conservative art. There's some scant bits of story where the narrator uses a bunch of technology and organization to rid Florida of technology and organization. But it's all HEAVILY interspersed with the author's bitter musings on modern life. Dude is like 26 and he has EVERYTHING figured out. I get it somewhat. Born in the mid nineties, by the time the kid was old enough to pay attention the world was going through a pretty extended shit patch. 9/11, wars, facebook, dating apps. He wants to 'return' to some poorly thought out fantasy land where everyone has beachfront property and lives with a vague but superimportant 'purpose' which seems like never working. Just sitting in the sun, napping in canoes and consuming raw milk. Homeboy is like an Orange County housewife on social media with his espousal of pseudoscience and fad diets. It fucking drags. I will say say the guy has some style but it's wasted on whatever bullshit POV he's trying to put forth at ALL times. It's a satire, it's fiction, and it's SOOOOO edgy. But it covers its ass with some strategic redacting. Eat an impossible diet, reject everything, never go to work, kill people you don't like and listen to mostly homosexual music from 10+ years before you were born. Also somehow, Julian Casablancas is held in high regard. WTF is this shit. I read Harassment Architecture when it came out and it was intriguing. This was just more of the same which kind of made both of them seem like the sad rantings of an unhappy rich kid. Cool art though.
June 26, 2021
Fucking great.
December 28, 2023
A more mature and coherent take, but clearly from the same Mike Ma that we know and love.
May 4, 2022
Mike Ma messily weaves between righteousness and pagan occultism with the thread of masculine frustration, sometimes adding patches of savagery to mend the holes in his life left by the sterility of the modern world.
This book is best interpreted as an attitude rather than a paradigm. It's too inconsistent and whimsical to be understood as a coherent framework of facts, principles, and moral code. However, the spirit is consistent and his disposition towards various topics is predictable. Still lacking maturity, Mike promotes conflicting behaviors. Like many on the right, he larps as Christian just to have a God to appeal to that's not the Jewish or Muslim god, and yet shows openess to wicked practices relating to sex, killing, sacrifice, and acceptance of Hell - as long as he is not average.
If taken intellectually, this book is nonsense. If taken as a semi-diary, you can see a teenager lashing out at the world and growing, and inevitably he gets some things wrong. These are easily overlooked by his rhetorical bashing of the modern ails that befall us: sickness, weakness, dependence, docility. A rebellious spirit indeed, not altogether without wisdom.
The best takeaway I had from this book is the importance of putting your current life back into proper perspective: from the state of nature. The default position of a hunter gatherer. Live in the woods with nothing but your thoughts, the animals, and the tools you create for a sufficiently prolonged period of time, and you will see the absurdity of modern life; a deep and thorough mental, spiritual, social, and physical detoxification. Sometimes he advocates a type of savagery that brings purity, masculinity, and is of the natural order, other times one that is wicked. Both are permeated by masculinity, albeit the self control of masculinity is lost in some of his more animalistic dreams.
It's a very unique book compared to what I usually read. I see a person developing and internalize that the author is very much fallible, compared to ordinary authors that are begging you to agree/sympathize with them on every issue, trying to be as reasonable as possible everywhere.
All the wheat makes the chaff well worth getting through. There is hardly a boring section to be found. Enjoy his nostalgia for the old world, dark comedy, and snap out of the lie that you are living a normal and proper life for a human being.
I'll leave you with a few quotes
"It feels good to cut firewood and cook your dinner with it. It feels good to run around a field with no roads or power lines in sight. It feels good to tend to goats, and cows, and hens. It feels good to lay in the sun for hours. It feels good to eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, and sleep when you're tired. It feels good to know that your work provides for yourself and your family, not for a faceless organization. These are practices we cannot afford to abandon. Traditional life is heralded not because it is fashionable, but because it works. It is a framework from which all creative and heroic endeavours might spring."
"Humans are pigs that are meant to live in shit. The more sterile the world becomes, the more sterile are its inhabitants. Ironically, sterility is contagious. It's a gateway to a forgettable life spent with forgettable people. Sterile humor, sterile music, sterile belief systems, sterile wombs, sterile love. The greatest heroes the world has ever known were sweaty and disgusting, stained in blood, and bathed maybe once a week at most. Only a faggot cleans his hands every half hour. Only a faggot could be scarred of bacteria. Interesting people don't shower every day, but losers do."
"It is a beautiful world we were handed. Especially the Old World. Though it wasn't long ago. You only just missed it. Do you feel how gentle the air is? How close the sky holds you? The chemical perfection of each moment, it stirs me often. I would never forsake it again. Our blood is the proof of a purpose."
An urbanite could not have written that. But neither could a rural. It takes someone who's walked between the worlds and returned to become sensitized to the spirit of the past, and to develop the deep nostalgia for something he's never truly lived. The same way the toddlers born after the Great Reset will not know what "normal" is, we will never quite know how great the past was - only that it was better than we could imagine. Therefore, more important than we can imagine is the strive towards another era of glory.
This book is best interpreted as an attitude rather than a paradigm. It's too inconsistent and whimsical to be understood as a coherent framework of facts, principles, and moral code. However, the spirit is consistent and his disposition towards various topics is predictable. Still lacking maturity, Mike promotes conflicting behaviors. Like many on the right, he larps as Christian just to have a God to appeal to that's not the Jewish or Muslim god, and yet shows openess to wicked practices relating to sex, killing, sacrifice, and acceptance of Hell - as long as he is not average.
If taken intellectually, this book is nonsense. If taken as a semi-diary, you can see a teenager lashing out at the world and growing, and inevitably he gets some things wrong. These are easily overlooked by his rhetorical bashing of the modern ails that befall us: sickness, weakness, dependence, docility. A rebellious spirit indeed, not altogether without wisdom.
The best takeaway I had from this book is the importance of putting your current life back into proper perspective: from the state of nature. The default position of a hunter gatherer. Live in the woods with nothing but your thoughts, the animals, and the tools you create for a sufficiently prolonged period of time, and you will see the absurdity of modern life; a deep and thorough mental, spiritual, social, and physical detoxification. Sometimes he advocates a type of savagery that brings purity, masculinity, and is of the natural order, other times one that is wicked. Both are permeated by masculinity, albeit the self control of masculinity is lost in some of his more animalistic dreams.
It's a very unique book compared to what I usually read. I see a person developing and internalize that the author is very much fallible, compared to ordinary authors that are begging you to agree/sympathize with them on every issue, trying to be as reasonable as possible everywhere.
All the wheat makes the chaff well worth getting through. There is hardly a boring section to be found. Enjoy his nostalgia for the old world, dark comedy, and snap out of the lie that you are living a normal and proper life for a human being.
I'll leave you with a few quotes
"It feels good to cut firewood and cook your dinner with it. It feels good to run around a field with no roads or power lines in sight. It feels good to tend to goats, and cows, and hens. It feels good to lay in the sun for hours. It feels good to eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, and sleep when you're tired. It feels good to know that your work provides for yourself and your family, not for a faceless organization. These are practices we cannot afford to abandon. Traditional life is heralded not because it is fashionable, but because it works. It is a framework from which all creative and heroic endeavours might spring."
"Humans are pigs that are meant to live in shit. The more sterile the world becomes, the more sterile are its inhabitants. Ironically, sterility is contagious. It's a gateway to a forgettable life spent with forgettable people. Sterile humor, sterile music, sterile belief systems, sterile wombs, sterile love. The greatest heroes the world has ever known were sweaty and disgusting, stained in blood, and bathed maybe once a week at most. Only a faggot cleans his hands every half hour. Only a faggot could be scarred of bacteria. Interesting people don't shower every day, but losers do."
"It is a beautiful world we were handed. Especially the Old World. Though it wasn't long ago. You only just missed it. Do you feel how gentle the air is? How close the sky holds you? The chemical perfection of each moment, it stirs me often. I would never forsake it again. Our blood is the proof of a purpose."
An urbanite could not have written that. But neither could a rural. It takes someone who's walked between the worlds and returned to become sensitized to the spirit of the past, and to develop the deep nostalgia for something he's never truly lived. The same way the toddlers born after the Great Reset will not know what "normal" is, we will never quite know how great the past was - only that it was better than we could imagine. Therefore, more important than we can imagine is the strive towards another era of glory.
February 10, 2022
Some cool pick-up practicality; poetry of the natural and the right; willing of Man; but it reads like twitter-incel-discord infused zoomer-speak neurosis mostly: about women, about blood, about man’s relationship to iron and technology, ad nauseum. There are select few good “posts” (these chapters truly deserve such a title), but other than that, mirthy alt-right speech, and references across indie music and literature alike. neo-pagan porn. Mainly, clear thoughts and modes thereof wrested by obfuscating muses; great pieces of harmony that don’t sync with each other entirely, or soundspheres waning and waxing incongruous between each piece, each other. It’s a twitter timeline. Wit born out of hypermodernity, born of modernity. Satirizing and pontificating upon alt-right media; a meditation on bile.
As an ode to himself, looking to master his own soul through a pseudo-mythologizing of himself, its cool: this great character who organizes destruction and the world, and orders it as he sees fit. This extrahuman hero exceeds his actual self, and there are some points laid therein where he admits some of his human stature. It's well nested, as narration easily flows in fiction and truth, making him ambiguous, yet still exalting and pontificating all the same.
Basically, This can serve as summation of a hopecel internet experience; either choose to lurk around right-wing twitters and incel discords, or read this book. They're the same experience, though I'm always more fond of literature.
As an ode to himself, looking to master his own soul through a pseudo-mythologizing of himself, its cool: this great character who organizes destruction and the world, and orders it as he sees fit. This extrahuman hero exceeds his actual self, and there are some points laid therein where he admits some of his human stature. It's well nested, as narration easily flows in fiction and truth, making him ambiguous, yet still exalting and pontificating all the same.
Basically, This can serve as summation of a hopecel internet experience; either choose to lurk around right-wing twitters and incel discords, or read this book. They're the same experience, though I'm always more fond of literature.
June 29, 2021
What an excellent follow up to Mike's first hit, Harassment Architecture. Once again he delivers with more of the usual scatterbrain way that he describes his thoughts and puts them in ways that you won't find anyone else being able to explain and yet you understand exactly what he's talking about. I have not found another author who is as on point with describing PissEarth™ as Mike Ma.
That being said this book also has the added bonus of maintaining somewhat of a general plot that is wild AF as well. The editing was also amazing. I found very very few issues through the whole read. Then to top it off Mike offers excellent health advice in an included nutrition addendum as well.
Overall I can't recommend this book highly enough to anyone looking for solid advice, a unique perspective on lowerworld, entertainment, and a book that makes you think about things going on around you that you may have never bothered to give much attention to prior. I'm very much looking forward to the audiobook which is a whole other experience in itself!
That being said this book also has the added bonus of maintaining somewhat of a general plot that is wild AF as well. The editing was also amazing. I found very very few issues through the whole read. Then to top it off Mike offers excellent health advice in an included nutrition addendum as well.
Overall I can't recommend this book highly enough to anyone looking for solid advice, a unique perspective on lowerworld, entertainment, and a book that makes you think about things going on around you that you may have never bothered to give much attention to prior. I'm very much looking forward to the audiobook which is a whole other experience in itself!
August 24, 2021
My favorite aspect is the convincing case made by Mr. Ma about the superiority of thick ladies. My worldview is now shattered and my only desire now is to expand my collection of thick castiza war brides.
July 1, 2022
Beachpilled, naturist autocrat.
November 17, 2021
Mike Ma's second entry provides a much more hopeful, yet still raw and discontented, view of the modern world and the direction of man. Harassment Architecture felt like the classical soul battling against the bars of the cage of modernity, while Gothic Violence feels like a fawn learning to walk and embrace its nature. There is a more mature peace underneath the majority of his essays here in contrast to the barely contained rage and violence of HA. There are of course still many scenes of violence, disgust with the smaller souled commoners, and the other prejudices typical of Ma, but it still feels markedly different. If you enjoyed his first one, you'll enjoy this one.
October 30, 2021
Harassment Architecture was raw and immature but I enjoyed reading it enough to buy this one immediately afterwards. There were hints in that previous book that Ma would be worth paying attention to as he refined his ideas and his delivery.
Instead of refinement, Gothic Violence brings calcification: his vain self-insert elbows out any other interesting elements that may have been present previously and masks over any scent trail of truth he may have been following.
Dropped halfway through, better luck next time!
Instead of refinement, Gothic Violence brings calcification: his vain self-insert elbows out any other interesting elements that may have been present previously and masks over any scent trail of truth he may have been following.
Dropped halfway through, better luck next time!
August 31, 2021
Harassment Architecture is to Gothic Violence what Loomer's Big Tits are to her Ashkenazi IQ. HA is more fun, GV is more dangerous - both are equally interesting. Unlike Loomer however, this book does lay on its back different.
Read it.
Lift for the weakness of others. And yourself.
And most importantly: do not die average.
Read it.
Lift for the weakness of others. And yourself.
And most importantly: do not die average.
June 24, 2021
Excellent follow-up to "Harassment Architecture", the kind of inspirational literature that my cause one to [redacted].
November 30, 2021
feeds into atomwaffen lmao what a fucking schizo
May 20, 2022
The same thing over and over. Just the same gimmick and edginess. I tried to be interested
March 20, 2024
Made me want to throw my computer away but the only problem is I found this book through the internet. The world truly is absurd. I wish Chesterton were still here to help us.
October 7, 2025
Maybe it's not for me, to be honest.
May 24, 2024
Harassment Architecture if it was good. Kinda.
I liked this. My main problem is that the nonlinear meme often feels like a cope by writers who can’t commit to developing a real narrative. May as well just write a genuine manifesto. But that feeling aside, it’s an entertaining read about life in The Current Year. Maybe it’s a bit ridiculous at times. But there are some real feelings to grapple with. Stuff to think about for your actual irl self. I don’t regret reading it.
I liked this. My main problem is that the nonlinear meme often feels like a cope by writers who can’t commit to developing a real narrative. May as well just write a genuine manifesto. But that feeling aside, it’s an entertaining read about life in The Current Year. Maybe it’s a bit ridiculous at times. But there are some real feelings to grapple with. Stuff to think about for your actual irl self. I don’t regret reading it.
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January 12, 2025It feels wrong to give a star rating to this book. I have read this book on a Saturday, my cat snuggled up against me. Firstly, this book is satire. Don’t put me on a list, this was a personal recommendation nor do I condone violence.
I believe that this book is a must read. It’s absurd. It’s devastating. It’s real but also not real. Go into this with this in mind- this is fictional satire. Think. Read. Think again.
Mike, raw milk is gross and you can’t change my mind.
I believe that this book is a must read. It’s absurd. It’s devastating. It’s real but also not real. Go into this with this in mind- this is fictional satire. Think. Read. Think again.
Mike, raw milk is gross and you can’t change my mind.
January 11, 2025
Enjoyed it, not as much as Harassment Architecture but it had plenty of funny bits and it's cathartic for unwilling participants of PissEarth.
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