I have the fiction writing bug again, in part because my policy prescriptions in my last few years of quasi-punditry have gone over about as well as Al B Sure’s polka album, but also because this seems like a good time to buckle down and write a book that has been in embryonic form for the last couple of years. I will be posting less/none as a result. Those who have read my work over the last few years [or this blog over the last few months] are probably acutely aware of the incompatibility of my policy positions with those that can reasonably prevail in 21st century America. Anyway, barring some unexpected catalyst for posting, this blog will be on a limited/nonexistent schedule for a while. Peace.
Some questions have arisen about the book project. Below, a few answers.
— Why the hell are you writing a book? Fiction is dead and yours was never even alive to begin with.
Well, I believe there is a story that needs to be told that can only be told in novel form. The myriad “Is Conservatism Dead?” and “What’s wrong with conservatism” articles being put out there aren’t doing it. Perhaps a fictional narrative can succeed where these essays haven’t.
— What’s the book about?
It’s about debauchery, corrupt journalists, and the slow, agonizing inexorable death of what not too long ago was a vibrant intellectual movement.
— Who is publishing this?
Offers are being considered, even now. Publishers and agents are encouraged to get in touch with this writer. If you are in one of those sainted professions, we need to talk. The first draft should be done in a couple of months.
And now, back to blog dormancy.