Post by rorschalk on Jun 22, 2022 19:14:31 GMT
Dear John (I've always wanted to write a "Dear John" letter and now...here it is! CHOSEN PEOPLE has been shot down over the English Channel, so to speak. But big ups for decanonizing the word that shall never be spoken, my nigger. Once you have one word that no one can ever use, you're actually on the road to slavery. Here's Rockefeller's critique. Seems like there was not enough arc in the character dealio or some such. Thanks again and I look forward to doing business with you in the future.
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Post by rockefeller on Jun 17, 2022 at 10:34am
I like cap that's got voice, is unafraid and non-woke (e.g., check out the Monkey's blog: rorschalk.substack.com/).
I once started an alternate history, steampunk thing where the South had won, tentatively titled, "The House Nigger." I know the Civil War (not actually a civil war since the South just wanted to secede) wasn't about slavery. Lincoln, as racist as the next guy, had offered them slavery in perpetuity. It was the tariffs, the economic sanctions, they objected to. Besides, slavery was never abolished. It just changed form, targets a different demographic now, is wealth instead of race oriented. A couple months ago, the company whose mostly crap software I'd been slaving over for 34 years, encouraged and supported by our government, decided everyone had to submit to an unsafe, experimental medical treatment or be terminated without severance. There was a time when I'd have had to comply, as some did. I had student loan debt, a mortgage, and kids, who, like me, enjoyed food and clothing and whatnot. Finding another master probably wouldn't have been an option, since most plantations had similar mandates. I bounced my house nigger idea, where slavery had taken a different course, off a writing colleague, who insisted I change the title to, "The House Nigga." So I never wrote it.
I found it refreshing to read a piece, and without even skimming, where Blacks, not Jews, were God's chosen people. It's right in the Bible. I like how it's peppered with niggers, albeit only via dialectic dialog, of which I'd guess it's about eighty percent comprised. Twain, Steinbeck, Vonnegut, they all went there. But, aside from its argument, its I suppose shocking to some premise and vernacular, I never really gleaned much story. The MC has an artificial leg that his wife likes punitively to hide, and which is just begging to rise to metaphor, but then, for me, never does. In fact, in the somewhat beatific ending, she promises never to take it again, exhibiting the only character growth in what I found to be a fun but static piece. So it is with a modicum of guilt and uncertainty that I'm portholing, with appreciation, Lampley's The Chosen People.
Wasn't wearing my editor hat, but saw one typo:
Tale a man's leg.
Take
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Post by rockefeller on Jun 17, 2022 at 10:34am
I like cap that's got voice, is unafraid and non-woke (e.g., check out the Monkey's blog: rorschalk.substack.com/).
I once started an alternate history, steampunk thing where the South had won, tentatively titled, "The House Nigger." I know the Civil War (not actually a civil war since the South just wanted to secede) wasn't about slavery. Lincoln, as racist as the next guy, had offered them slavery in perpetuity. It was the tariffs, the economic sanctions, they objected to. Besides, slavery was never abolished. It just changed form, targets a different demographic now, is wealth instead of race oriented. A couple months ago, the company whose mostly crap software I'd been slaving over for 34 years, encouraged and supported by our government, decided everyone had to submit to an unsafe, experimental medical treatment or be terminated without severance. There was a time when I'd have had to comply, as some did. I had student loan debt, a mortgage, and kids, who, like me, enjoyed food and clothing and whatnot. Finding another master probably wouldn't have been an option, since most plantations had similar mandates. I bounced my house nigger idea, where slavery had taken a different course, off a writing colleague, who insisted I change the title to, "The House Nigga." So I never wrote it.
I found it refreshing to read a piece, and without even skimming, where Blacks, not Jews, were God's chosen people. It's right in the Bible. I like how it's peppered with niggers, albeit only via dialectic dialog, of which I'd guess it's about eighty percent comprised. Twain, Steinbeck, Vonnegut, they all went there. But, aside from its argument, its I suppose shocking to some premise and vernacular, I never really gleaned much story. The MC has an artificial leg that his wife likes punitively to hide, and which is just begging to rise to metaphor, but then, for me, never does. In fact, in the somewhat beatific ending, she promises never to take it again, exhibiting the only character growth in what I found to be a fun but static piece. So it is with a modicum of guilt and uncertainty that I'm portholing, with appreciation, Lampley's The Chosen People.
Wasn't wearing my editor hat, but saw one typo:
Tale a man's leg.
Take
