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Review: Breakfast with the Dirt Cult by Samuel Finlay | Self-Publishing Review

He brought me back down to earth. The horror For the most part, I'd tried to minimize the narrative and editorializing, and just set the scene and let my buddies or Amy or whomever speak for themselves. I'd shop it around, get rejected, and re-edit it. I was literary spam. Occasionally, some would ask for a sample. Maybe more.

Most were just silence, but that still counts as far as I'm concerned. I didn't want to, due to the whole "vanity publishing" stigma, but I'd noticed some bloggers doing it with varying degrees of success, and attitudes seemed to be changing. I thought, what the hell. Be done with it. I swear, typos are the fucking Vietcong of writing. Concerning metrics, I've not sat down to count how many copies I've sold.

I kinda don't want to know. I've resolved to just keep pushing the damn thing until I've finally had enough.


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As I'd mentioned, conventional ads don't seem to do much—at least for my book; it may just be the ad. Boy meets Haji. All hell breaks loose. True story. Otherwise it tends to just lie there. Giveaways via Goodreads got me many of my reviews in places like Amazon, which seems to lend a measure of legitimacy.

The agency checked it out and everything. It was really weird. Gave me junior high flashbacks a little bit. By the way, I was thinking of great military-related books and literary blind spots, and it reminded me of the book Tom Wedderburn's Life by Theodore Judson. It was haunting, and if anyone has a tendency toward the curmudgeonly or melancholy, it's up their alley.

The son of a bitch can write like the barn's on fire and no one cares. And that's where the real juice is. They instead give us love and war and comedy and tragedy.

Breakfast with the Dirt Cult by Samuel Finlay

Which makes for a better read. Just a thought. Ann Sterzinger August 14, at PM. Newer Post Older Post Home. Subscribe to: Post Comments Atom. The Army, and perhaps romance, is one way to get out from under that controlling diet and find something more real:. With the distractions of the modern world replaced by the possibility of violent death with every step, he felt like the hours of vigilance and anticipation and fear he spent up front sharpened something in him. Ancient instincts lying dormant, perhaps. Being on the hunt with his tribe.

Well, I think these guys are probably man-o-sphere warriors whose knowledge of strippers comes from playing Grand Theft Auto and knowledge of Canada comes from Fox News or even TakiMag. And despite liquor laws that combined Puritanism drawn curtains to prevent passing gentleladies from fainting at the sight of drinking and Byzantine layers of regulation, along with competition from such noted dens of iniquity as Detroit or Buffalo, Ontario in my day had already acquired the reputation of being the Paris or New York of the stripping universe.

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Cozzens writes with a taut violence at times; and at other times with an expansive warmth — an unusual combination which makes for roundness of impression. The only woman in the field is a nurse, and even she stuns a disbelieving Walton when she appears. The spirit of his age, which knew nothing but to bend knee to the easy, the disposable, and the new. Something was wrong. The country, the world. The whole spirit of things was shot through with vileness and confusion.

Him and his buddies, Kudah Nahr and his cell, they were merely cogs in a pitiless machine run amok. Militarized missionary work on behalf of the Carpetbagger Caste. His dumped-ass was living proof of this. The West looked like a bunch of pussies next to them, having somehow made neurosis into an art form.

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Look fellas. The foreign souvenirs of failure [that is, from both Afghanistan and Canada] graven into his face, literally, carved into his skull,. This face, this isolation, this world he now lived in, this was what came from being weak. War, like love. All in all, Afghanistan and Amy had been damned good training. This was not how a man was supposed to be, he could now say, and he had the war and Amy to thank for this understanding. Built, bit by bit, as the players in this drama come into view, interact with each other and depart to be seen again later, sometimes in a different light.

People are revealed by how they react to other people in diverse situations undergoing setbacks or good fortune. Amazon review of Guard of Honor. And it was killing them. Perhaps that can be done in another novel; I hope Finlay can be encouraged to do just that. Harcourt Brace, ; reprinted by The Modern Library, It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art. Counter-Currents Publishing. Skip to content.

Modernity was the enemy now: Western Civilization was no longer populated by the proud citizens of nations made sacred by generations of sacrifice, but by hucksters, consumers, and bullshit peddlers who had traded their rugged birthright to hang upon a cross of modernity. He regretted that the first sight of his country had to be one of modernity The Army, and perhaps romance, is one way to get out from under that controlling diet and find something more real: With the distractions of the modern world replaced by the possibility of violent death with every step, he felt like the hours of vigilance and anticipation and fear he spent up front sharpened something in him.