Chuck Palahniuk’s New Book is About Boomer-Genocide and Ethnostates – Shitlibs Not Amused

Adrian Sol
Daily Stormer
August 24, 2018

“Caucasia,” “Blacktopia” and “Gaysia.” Edgy.

After seeing the Joe Rogan interview in which Fight Club author Chuck Palahniuk admits he reads the Stormer, I was suddenly keen on checking if he had published anything interesting recently.

As it turns out, Palahniuk just came out with a new novel, the first in a few years, and it’s a bombshell. It seems like he’s been reading the Stormer as research for writing this, since it hits at all the themes we care about (except, I guess, the Jews): hate against boomers, feminism and masculinity, race wars and general contempt for political correctness.

Needless to say, the book wasn’t well received by the shitlib intelligentsia, best represented by the droning Britcucks at the Guardian.

The Guardian:

To be clear at the outset: this is not a good book. There are many reasons why Chuck Palahniuk’s new novel, his first in four years, fails, but perhaps the most depressing is how stale his premise feels. A vapid Nineteen Eighty-Four for the Snapchat generation, mixed with a ghoulish touch of The Purge, the often incoherent and confused narrative revolves around the much-ballyhooed “Adjustment Day” itself, a massacre of the educated in society by the uneducated, and the resulting new order that arises.

I love it when a book review starts out with “this is not a good book.” Really shows the rest of the review will be fair and objective.

Eschewing a central character, Palahniuk, best known for his debut, Fight Club, introduces the reader to a series of figures of varying interest and narrative importance. There is a Big Brother-esque oracle, Talbott Reynolds, who offers gnomic but essentially fascist wisdom such as: “First make yourself despicable, then indispensable”.

There is a corrupt senator seeking to reduce the population of young, underemployed millennial men by sending them all off to conflict in an unnamed Middle Eastern country where, by mutual consent, they and their enemies will all be vaporised by an atomic bomb.

Gee, this sounds familiar.

Though I guess there’s more than one Senator trying to kill off White men by sending them off to die in desert shitholes for Israel.

There are numerous keen young Nietzscheans hunting down various public figures on a hate list, “America’s Least Wanted” – proof of their deaths, one severed ear – and there is a badly bullied boy whose father burns down his school, plus a few others to cover his tracks. Then, nearly halfway through, the much-anticipated slaughter occurs and Palahniuk can get to his point.

Which, it transpires, is barely worth waiting for. In his post-apocalyptic US, with its “Declaration of Interdependence”, violence is the only true currency and members of society have to kill to be regarded as fully paid-up citizens. The remnants (who exclude the politicians, journalists and other members of the “metropolitan elites”) live in three separate states: Caucasia, an ersatz recreation of a traditional white haven; Blacktopia, where the predominantly African American inhabitants have access to futuristic technology (which bears an unfortunately close resemblance to the film Black Panther); and Gaysia, a boot camp where homosexuals are forcibly “converted”.

Wow, that division sounds about right. White heaven, unironic Wakanda and gay dystopia.

And the emergence of these “ethnostates” is the result of some great jihad against the boomer menace, as another Guardian review points out:

The millennials get their retaliation in first, taking bloody prevenge on the generation Xers and baby boomers in a revolution, the “Adjustment Day” of the title.

Not for long, boomers, not for long.

The Jews didn’t even want this book published. His long-time publisher refused to put it out.

Nerdist:

I wondered how Palahniuk, one of the best known and most controversial writers working today, dealt with the expectations of his audience. Surprising no one, he doesn’t. “My parents are dead. I can write what I want. To avoid self-censoring on Adjustment Day I even dropped out of the writers workshop I’ve been attending since 1990. My long-time publishers rejected the book because they said it would be too dangerous. A dozen other editors followed suit for basically the same reason. I was ready to publish it commando, through Amazon, when W. W. Norton saved my bacon.

Basically, no one wanted this book to come out. A well-known and influential author putting out what appears to be an edgy, 21st century version of “The Turner Diaries” would put a lot of dangerous memes in the collective imagination.

I haven’t read this book yet, but I’m inclined to pick it up, now. If I do, I’ll make sure to write a proper review.

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