Category: Fiction

“As I Walk These Broken Roads” Reviews & Pics 1

“As I Walk These Broken Roads” Reviews & Pics

Even babies enjoy apocalyptic fiction! Bill over at Apocalypse Cometh writes his review: …This isn’t faint praise because as someone who reads nearly four to five books a week, half of them fiction, because there’s only so much truth one man can take, what Davis has written here is something that I can’t praise enough. Let me put it to you this way, I was so engrossed in his narrative that I spent most of last week re-reading it to the detriment of my own posts on this site. Frost, over at Freedom Twenty-Five: If he couldn’t throw together a decent book,...

Humanism: An Ethos of Death 14

Humanism: An Ethos of Death

The Devil’s Advocate VS. The Grand Inquisitor There’s something compelling about movies with the Devil in them; The Devil’s Advocate is one of the best portrayals I’ve seen, and it leaves you with the sneaking suspicion that it’s not a metaphor; that at some point in the nineties this actually happened… only in the real world there was no happy ending. The plot follows a small-town lawyer who’s never lost a case (played by Keeanu Reeves), being seduced to New York where he becomes a high-paid gun for the city’s corrupt and broken rich, while his wife slowly goes mad. ...

Update, and Interview Part II 1

Update, and Interview Part II

I’d like to tell you folks a little bit about what’s been going on, especially with all these Man’o’sphere sites dropping like flies, but first my second interview with Danny de Gracia II; the first one went so well, we figured a longer version was due. Posting’s been a bit sparse, what with launching the novel and everything, but I plan to amend that; and I figured I’d make the commitment publicly so that I don’t have any excuses. Henceforth I will be writing two articles per week, Monday night and Thursday night, as well as a YouTube video on...

Interview at the Washington Times 4

Interview at the Washington Times

Danny de Gracia, a columnist with the Washington Times, was good enough to pick up a copy of my novel, finish it in two days, and then contact me about doing an interview.  We talked about the apocalypse, generational theory, and  – of course – motorcycles.  Go check it out here.

Announcing my first novel, As I Walk These Broken Roads 3

Announcing my first novel, As I Walk These Broken Roads

Yeah, that’s it over there on the sidebar. -> As I Walk These Broken Roads is a post-apocalyptic science fiction novel about a soldier and a mechanic teaming up to try and survive in a degenerated world; a world that’s stopped moving forward, a world where the old tech is allowed to rust away over the years. It explores the ideas of brotherhood, social evolution, epistemology, and the nature of violence. This book was my first foray into fictional writing, started some six-or-seven years ago.  It saw its genesis on the Tucker Max Message Board, where I had my ass...

Science Fiction and Fantasy: They Don’t Mix Well 5

Science Fiction and Fantasy: They Don’t Mix Well

A recent Freelance project got me thinking on this topic.  And since it’s the holiday season, let’s talk about something non-awful for a change. I’ve been a scion of Science Fiction since childhood, and during moments where I’m feeling particularly iniquitous I’m apt to say it’s the only genre left where there’s room to create Art; Clint Eastwood tapped the last of the Western stories waiting to be told, and I think Shakespeare pretty much covered everything else. But that’s just my own prejudice, and it’s not what I’m going to write about today.  Instead I want to talk about...

The Dream 1

The Dream

This morning I woke from a beautiful dream. She stood there before me, exactly as I remembered her: smart, beautiful, aggressive, and playful. There was no background, just darkness, but we were lit by a warm, orange light. She smiled, that old half-cocked grin, as we held eachother as if pausing in a dance. It was the most intensely real experience I’ve ever had. She asked me to give her a child. We came together and made love. It was abstract and timeless, our bodies flowing together under the curve of the Goldent Ratio. A subdued passion. I could feel...

Fear and Loathing in 1984 0

Fear and Loathing in 1984

I was walking down Glasgow Street, two blocks off of Duke, when the pills began to kick in.  “You’re looking a bit light-headed,” said the merchant who was eyeing me, “Don’t worry about that,” I said, “I’ll be fine.  I’m a professional.  Just hurry up with that damned bagel.” The clocks were striking nine, as I recall, and the cold April air was doing nothing to improve my temperament.  My blood’s not thick enough for this part of Oceania, I’ve never been able to wake up properly in this climate.  The pep pills have a tendency of giving me the...