#3 – Death By Gaslight, Michael Kurland BOOK REVIEW

January 15, 2018
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I polished off my second book of the year, Easy Death, in a single day. There’s something satisfying about that, akin to getting a Same Day Lay in daygame. Feeling emboldened in my reading habits by the quick kill, I perused my book shelf for the next victim. I’m currently playing Assassins Creed Syndicate DLC ‘Jack The Ripper’ and thus the grimy smog-choked streets of Victorian London fill my mind. Right then, let’s try a book set in the same milieu. My local Forbidden Planet store regularly puts Titan Books paperbacks into the three-for-£1.99 sale and I’d gotten all five of Kurland’s Moriarty series in that sale. I read volume 1 (The Infernal Device) last year and enjoyed it. Time for volume 2.

Jack The Ripper

Jack would daygame in any weather

A few days ago I was re-watching Frank Kern’s famous CORE Influence seminar that he gave to a crowd of internet marketing wannabes in 2008. I’d first seen it upon the urging of my friend Steve Jabba, who was at that time obsessed with building his internet PUA business and especially in ‘conversion rate optimisation’ [1] and I was struck by how similar it was to Tyler’s The Blueprint Decoded from later in the same year [2]. It was very good and I thoroughly recommend it. I intend to do a post going into detail, but let’s keep to the book review here. The centrepiece to Kern’s presentation is The Question. It changed his life and will change yours [3]

“If there were no limitations or consequences, what would your perfect average day look like?”

This must be a day you can relive every day without dying or getting sick of it. Thus one-off coke-and-hooker binges are not relevant. Kern related that he asked himself that question when he was in the depths of despair. He’d gotten rich and gotten the Ferrari, but his life was dogged by anxiety and existential angst. He’d climbed his mountain and didn’t like where he’d gotten. In the presentation Kern pulls out his notes, his own answers to The Question. His perfect average day involved waking up to a view of the beach, sharing a huge walk-in shower, surfing, and other such activities unique to his personal interest.

While watching the presentation a few days ago, I naturally asked myself The Question. This is what surprised me.

I am now living my perfect average day.

It’s not 100%, and it’s more accurate to say I have two perfect average days. When the Euro Jaunt season is on, I have my adventuring days. When the season closes, I have my hibernation days. Catabolism and anabolism. Let me describe my perfect average hibernation day.

Wake up at 11am in a warm comfortable bed. Put on my burgundy dressing gown and monster feet slippers, then walk downstairs into a peacefully silent home. Put the heating on and brew a filter coffee, then sit in a sofa chair next to the warm radiator checking my favourite websites. I’m not a morning person so it takes an hour to switch on my mind. By then it’s time for my second coffee. That’s when I pick up a paperback and start reading, say Death By Gaslight.

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An hour or two passes absorbed in the book. I occasionally message my friends and girlfriends on WhatsApp. If I’m feeling really scandalous, I’ll make a third cup of coffee [4]. Then I’ll have a hot shower, get dressed, and begin my work day. Three times a week I squeeze in a gym session before that.

I put my laptop and supplies into my lovely custom leather rucksack [5] and walk across a few grassy fields to the local Costa Cafe. They know me well there and brew my favourite large latte before I even reach the cashier. Then I’ll tap away on my various projects. I’ll be fulfilling orders of Daygame Infinite, replying to blog comments, writing a new book, supervising my contractors, or whatever else is needed to run the Krauser Empire. When I feel like it, I’ll close my laptop and go back to my paperback. Sometimes I’ll just stare out into space and enjoy the pleasure of being healthy, solvent, and alive.

At some point I’ve done my planned work so I’ll walk to the local pub and choose a delicious meal from their menu. Often it’s a Sunday roast with beef, mash, garden vegetables and gravy. Then I’ll return to my bedroom where a large TV is linked up to my PS4 and gaming PC. I’ll watch Youtube, or Netflix, or boxing shows, or anime [6]. I’ll also play a lot of video games.

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Like this, but a point higher

That is my answer to Frank Kern’s question. When I’m hibernating, that’s how I want to live my life [7]

Why do I bring this up now, in a book review of a Sherlock Holmes spin-off novel? Because it was while reading Death By Gaslight that I was really made away of how much I love my life. Frank Kern had asked the question and, having made big changes in my life, I had my answer. It feels so satisfying to sit in my favourite chair, in my monster feet, and work through another novel. There was a time I sat in a dreary London office, tapping into a spreadsheet, and looking wistfully through the window at all the tourists who seemed so much freer and happier than I.

If you haven’t tried them already, I strongly recommend the original Sherlock Holmes stories by Arthur Conan Doyle. I read them all one summer before starting college and they had a profound impact upon my naive young mind. It was like a vista of infinite possibility had opened before me, that the human mind properly trained had no limits. Holmes, fictional character though he is, remains one of my heroes. So, when I learned there’s an entire niche of new novels by modern authors creating new stories with the same cast, I looked into it.

Unfortunately, most of them are ho-hum mediocre works. They are diverting if you like that fictional universe but I certainly wouldn’t recommend them to someone who doesn’t. Under no circumstances even open one of those books until you’ve read all of Conan Doyle’s originals [8]. When I saw there was a Moriarty series I was intrigued. The evil professor is a minor character in the Conan Doyle stories, a shadowy figure who is alluded to as a malign background manipulator but who gets very little actual screen time. So, here was a gap in the market. A chance to experience the Sherlock Holmes mythos from the other side, and to flesh out a fascinating character who Conan Doyle had left under-explored.

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Not a light-hearted whimsical hero

So, does Michael Kurland succeed where most homage writers have not? Yes, and no.

The first thing to note is Kurland is not a hack writer. He’s written thirty books, including the non-fiction How To Solve A Murder: The Forensic Handbook [9]. His first Moriarty book won an Edgar Award nomination. Also, he didn’t just rush these Moriarty books out for the cash: it took thirty years to finish the five-volume series. Death By Gaslight was written in 1982 and thus before the pozz. Therefore it was unlikely to contain any of the following:

  • openly gay or transsexual characters
  • ass-kicking feminist go-grrrrls
  • persistent anti-white propaganda
  • Marxism

Modern novels bought in Forbidden Planet are likely to contain much of this pozz, turning the book section into a shithole. I’d be interested to see what Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a very stable genius, would make of the currently pozzed paperback world.

I digress. The point is I was hopeful. On paper, Kurland can do the business. His first volume The Infernal Device was indeed a good little romp through the Ottoman Empire. Death By Gaslight moves it back to London and concerns a serial killer brutally stalking and assassinating men of the upper class [10]. These scenes are written as intermissions from the killer’s perspective and effectively convey the sense or revenge for previous wrongs, while withholding his identity and the specifics of his motive. Holmes is brought in by Whitehall to oversea the murder investigation. On the other side of central London, Moriarty is conspiring to rob Lord East, a nobleman returning from colonial service in India with a hoard of treasure for the British Museum.

It’s here where I started to feel the poz. Kurland is no SJW but the story starts to drip with malign anti-Civilisation virtue signalling. Lord East is presented as a vain buffoon who has stolen from the noble Indians. Message: Colonialism was BAD, whites are BAD. Moriarty – a career criminal and evil mastermind – intends to steal back the treasures to return them to the Indians in a Robin Hood-like act of Marxist appropriation [11]

As a criminal, Moriarty must disguise his schemes so one front he constructs is a news service run by his American sidekick Benjamin Barnett, an affable and slightly dim Captain Hastings type [12]. Hastings Barnett has hired Cecily Perrine to manage the service, a no-nonsense independent woman he promptly falls in love with. Thus is the romantic interest subplot.

This is where my “yes and no” answer comes in.

As a potboiler, Death By A Gaslight is a competently constructed detective story that shuttles along at an engaging clip. The various plot threads are woven together artfully, as the serial killings, the heist, the romance, the Moriarty-Holmes rivalry, the counter-intelligence operation by the Hellfire Club, and the police procedural all intertwine into an explosive payoff [13]. The pacing is fine, as is the description and dialogue. I had no problem sinking into the scene and feeling Victorian London around me. It made me keen to play Assassins Creed Syndicate afterwards.

The problem is the violence it does to the Sherlock Holmes legacy. Arthur Conan Doyle would’ve likely horsewhipped Kurland for his pozz. Here are some examples:

  • Sherlock Holmes is presented as a vainglorious, vindictive, prissy fool who makes effective deductions half the time but the other half gets into comedic situations as if he’s Wile E Coyote. This is NOT the Holmes from Conan Doyle. I realise Kurland is attempting to make it light-hearted but that too is a tonal mistake. Nothing in the orginal stories is light-hearted except the interplay between Holmes and Watson. Even then, they never look like fools. It’s offensive to see your hero abused and ridiculed when his creator is dead and can’t defend him. It’s a bit like how Disney is shitting on Star Wars.
  • Moriarty is no longer Moriarty. If Kurland didn’t repeatedly tell you he’s a criminal mastermind you’d never know it. He’s more like an NGO do-gooder. So far as I remember he never murders anyone no gives the order to. Even in this story, when the black hats are literally sex-slaving sadistic mass-torturers, it falls to the serial killer to dispense justice. Moriarty just watches it happen with a wry smile. Why couldn’t he be dark and evil like Conan Doyle wrote him?
  • The tone is all over the place. At times it’s whimsical between Hastings Barnett and Sporty Spice Perrine and at others we are dealing with kidnapped teenager women locked up in dungeons and sexually tortured in a Hostel-like sadist’s playground. How can you have vicious murderers loose in London while the main heroes are all “I say old chap, that’s a capital argument”? Not convincing. You can’t do Raymond Chandler and Mickey Mouse in the same book.

The Strong Independent Woman is an unlikable cunt. Midway through the book, chapter 15, Hastings Barnett proposes to her. Obviously he’s a totally limp fag when he does so. She gives him a long drawn-out refusal because she’s too focused on her career and feminism. Consider this exchange, just after the “no”:

“You love me?” Barnett said.
“Of course I love you,” Cecily replied. “What do you think I’ve been telling you?”
“Oh,” he said. “But-now let me see if I understand this correctly- you don’t want to marry me because then you’d have to stay at home and tend babies, if we had any babies, rather than being free to pursue your career as a journalist.”
“That’s right,” Cecily said. “Although you make it sound horrible. What is so wrong with a woman’s wanting to do something with her life?”

So, the main female protagonist considers starting a family with the man she loves to be a bad idea, but become a journalist [14] to be doing something with her life. This is in a novel set in 1887!

That’s how pozzed it is. It surprised me because Kurland doesn’t look like a soyboy.

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No obvious cucking

Once Cecily was kidnapped, I was rather hoping the sexual sadists would just murder her. What a worthless parasite to her tribe. I’ll leave it at that. So, do I recommend the book? The pozz is fairly muted so it’s not as in-your-face as an episode of Law & Order. Also, pozz aside it’s a decent potboiler written with some ability. I’ve got three more of the series on my shelf and intend to try at least one more of them. My liking of the precis is sufficient that I’m willing to endure the pozz.

If you find me an opinionated boor then you’re going to really hate that I’ve spent the last eight years jaunting around Europe banging loads of hot girls half my age, and then writing about it.

[1] An activity which is both science and scam. As many magnates are each famously attributed to saying, “Half the money I spend on advertising is wasted; the trouble is, I don’t know which half.” CRO seems to be such a conundrum.
[2] So much so that, given the timeline, I have concluded Tyler ripped off Kern uncredited. It’s extremely similar in theme, terminology, and rationale. It’s like comparing Street Hu…. wait, let’s not go there.
[3] He’s an internet marketer, so don’t take anything he says at face value.
[4] I like to live life on the edge like that.
[5] Custom made by a leather store in Bangkok a year ago. Thoroughly recommended for Euro Jaunting as you can design it precisely to fit everything you need in cabin carry-on baggage.
[6] I’m not an otaku. I watch Detective Conan and Golgo 13 nowadays. Just dipped into City Hunter to see if I like it.
[7] Not exclusively and forever, but right now, in winter, that’s exactly what I want. I can’t enjoy the adventuring and shagging around Europe if I haven’t accomplished things and completed projects during hibernation. Nor can I afford it.
[8] Same advice for anyone interested in Conan the Cimmerian. Read the Robert E. Howard collection first before trying the Tor paperbacks by new writers.
[9] Yes, I know. Sounds ace doesn’t it.
[10] This is a red flag, from the Law & Order school of “the killer is always the richest, white-est most establishment male in the cast”. It also suggests a Stieg Larsson type cucking, where every successful white man is a cowardly sexual sadist and every non-white is a magic negro of Mandela proportions.
[11] If I was the Sheriff of Nottingham, I’d have strung up Robin Hood and his merry men. I know Marxism when I see it, and would show no compunction in cutting out the cancer before it metastizes.
[12] The sidekick to Hercule Poirot in Agatha Christie’s classic series.
[13] Explosive in the literal sense. It’s not good enough to be explosive in narrative figurative sense but it’s still enjoyable and worth sticking around for.
[14] Which is only one step above pedophile, in the moral order of the universe.

#2 – Easy Death, Daniel Boyd BOOK REVIEW

January 14, 2018
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Having just finished Dumas’ The Vicomte De Bragelonne I needed to take a breather. It’s a huge novel with a broad historical sweep. Much of the story concerns the courts of King Louis and his top nobles, and when the action decamps to Newcastle, England [1] it still brims with politics and intrigue. The romantic spirit in which it is written bombards the reader with flowery language and elaborate ornamentation. I checked Amazon for volume four, Louise De La Villeire and thought wait! Let’s break things up a little. With that in mind I resolved my second book of the year would be the polar opposite….

Easy Death

Readers, I introduce you to Easy Death. A short, low-class, grimy crime novel following a gang of small-town desperadoes pulling off an armoured car heist in the winter of 1951. It’s everything The Vicomte De Bragelonne is not. Where Dumas plots long carefully-coordinated intrigues, Boyd plots fast tawdry double-crosses. Where Dumas attends grandiose fetes held in castles in summer, Boyd has bottom-feeders crawling through the snow in the forest. It’s also just 236 pages of regular paperback so I read it in a single day.

Many of us are dissatisfied with modern mass-market fiction. Books reflect the spirit of the times, and popular books in particular. To be popular a book must get signed by an agent, pass the SJW-infested green-lighting in a publisher, get a marketing budget, and then appeal to the average moron who buys it [2] The Japanese have a word for an odd characteristic of the publishing business:

Tsundoku: The acquiring of reading materials followed by letting them pile up and subsequently never reading them.

We are in a strange situation where many top-selling books are total shit and it doesn’t matter because the buyers aren’t reading them anyway. I tried a few of them, like Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code and Steig Larsson’s Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. They are appallingly badly written, failing to meet even the most basic threshold of author competence [3]. This is why I like older books. It’s a myth that book-writing is improving over time. Even a simple run-of-the-mill crime potboiler like Easy Death is written with greater poise than most of this year’s bestsellers.

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Good, Commie filth, childish nonsense, brilliant, outstanding, childish drivel, mom porn, brilliant, okay, fake propaganda

I discovered the Hard Case Crime series ten years ago when I was drawn to the lurid painted cover of Max Phillips’ Fade To Blonde, the second in the series, in an Oxfam bookstore. I was immediately hooked. The editor, Charles Ardai, was faithfully reproducing the vibe of old 1950s pulp detective fiction. Half of the series are old books, sometimes out of print for fifty years, that are ‘remastered’ with new retro covers, and the other half are good crime writers publishing their new books especially for Ardai [4]. I started reading the series from volume one onwards and noticed something odd.

I liked almost every book.

Different authors. Different stories. The only things the books had in common were (i) the theme (ii) the cover art and…….. (iii) the editor. I realised that Charles Ardai likes exactly the same crime novels that I do and he’d built an entire business upon dusting them off and presenting them in pretty, simple paperbacks. It was like having a personal shopper doing all the work for me! I’ve now read over 80 of them and have no intention of stopping now. So, Easy Death is the latest one to pass through my hardboiled detective fiction assembly line.

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Thank you, sir, for providing me with literally hundreds of hours of quality entertainment

My first thoughts upon reading Easy Death were how effectively it conveys the situation. A local hood has hired underlings to hijack an armoured truck a few days before Christmas. Naturally, being hardboiled, things soon fuck up and spiral out of control. The entirety of the book takes place over twenty-four hours and never grows stale. Boyd keeps us continually aware of the foreboding snowy weather and lets it affect the plot constantly: characters make bad decisions because they don’t want to go out into the cold, a cop can follow a getaway car because of snow tracks, a ranger doesn’t buy a cover story because it doesn’t fit the weather, and characters trapped in deathly-cold scenarios take risks they wouldn’t in fine weather without the hypothermia clock ticking down. Snow isn’t merely window-dressing to the plot – it has a greater impact than any individual character does.

Speaking of characters, Boyd switches viewpoints a lot. Half of the book is in first-person from the cop chasing the robbers and the rest is third-person for the other characters. Boyd is especially good at foreshadowing. A chapter from one perspective will omit a detail or present a scenario that doesn’t feel quite right, and the next chapter has a different perspective that fills the blank and suddenly it all falls into place. I can’t give examples without spoiling the book, but take my word for it, it’s clever and it greatly improves dramatic tension.

I find good hardboiled crime fiction isn’t any where near as nihilistic or tawdry as it’s made out. Good writers have a way of teasing out nobility from the decisions characters must make. Dumas often slaps you in the face with it: high-ranking nobles expound at length on moral virtue and musketeers give soliloquies on duty and honour before crossing swords. I like it, but subtle it isn’t. Boyd puts at the moral core of Easy Death the unlikely teaming up of the first-responding cop and the stubborn female park ranger who guides him through the forest. It’s not a buddy movie. Their interplay is handled with subtly and depth, is never twee, and makes the same use of dramatic foreshadowing outlined earlier. They are likeable characters with complex morality.

Lastly, one reason I’m drawn to hardboiled fiction is the way characters influence plot development. Any of you who watched Prometheus or the most recent Game Of Thrones series were probably throwing things at the TV screen.

“People don’t act like that!”

There are few things as annoying as a character behaving completely out of character because the writer needs the plot to develop and can’t think of a better way than for a character to be retarded. Think of those elite scientists in Promotheus who see a really suspicious oil-covered swimming alien snake and think, “you know what, let’s take our protective gear off and start prodding it”. Think of Daenerys Targaryen finally returning to her ancestral home, right next to the base of her mortal enemy, and then taking the first small boat to its beach without first sending scouts [7]

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“I don’t require bodyguards. I shall enter alone and unarmed!”

Hardboiled fiction rarely suffers this problem, for two reasons:

1. The writers aren’t idiots. Every character is on the make and has an angle. Plotting and scheming bubbles below the surface from page one to the end. It’s part of what makes it ‘hardboiled’. Thus writers are acutely aware of how their characters will be ruthlessly self-interested and plan every move as carefully as a Hungarian Jewish billionaire.

2. The escape clause to the above is likewise built into the theme. Hardboiled deals with low-life scum and desperados in desperate positions. Therefore if you need a character to act retarded, you’ve always got some junkies or crash test dummies who can be cannon fodder for your plot. Additionally, you can simply have a scheming character miscalculate his odds.

Anyway, to conclude. I thoroughly recommend the Hard Case Crime series and this book is a solid entry, about average for the high standards of the series [8]

If you like how I think about books you should see how I write them. Go check out my author profile at Lulu.com for my textbooks and memoir series here.

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That’s a LOT of Hard Case Crime on the top row

[1] Yes, I loved that both volumes two and three resolve major plot points in my own home town. That was a very nice surprise to read in a French novel written in 1845, and nice to know Newcastle is the spiritual home of history’s greatest heroes then as well as today.
[2] If this sounds catty, look into the “bought not read” stats for book shops. I forget where I read them, so here’s a link to something I did find.
[3] Brown is especially bad at dialogue, and for giving the “travelogue” descriptions of location that every author is taught not to do. Larsson can’t write remotely believable characters and his plotting is nonsensical. That’s aside from his main characters being empty vessels for his own awkward gamma wish fulfilment.
[4] Sometimes big names too. Michael Crichton’s old crime novels written under a non-de-plume have all been reissued by Hard Case, and Stephen King has written two books specially for them. Max Allan Collins has also had all his old Quarry books reissued to support the new TV series of Quarry [5]
[5] I’ve watched all of season one and it’s excellent. Gritty hitman drama set in mid-70s.
[6] After reading the first 65 volumes in numerical order, I only disliked these three: Robbie’s Wife, A Diet Of Treacle, and The Corpse Wore Pasties. They aren’t bad books, I just couldn’t get into their styles.
[7] Don’t get me started on how retarded the last two seasons of Game Of Thrones have become. And how fat the weird-faced female cast have become.
[8] “Which entries do you like most?” Well, I’m glad you asked: Top Of The Heap, The Wounded And The Slain, Slide, The First Quarry, Passport To Peril, The Venom Business, Grave Descend.

#1 – The Vicomte de Bragelonne, Alexandre Dumas BOOK REVIEW

January 13, 2018
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My New Year’s resolution for 2018 was to keep a record of every book I read for the year. It’s something my brother has been doing for well over a decade and, seeing as I average at least one book a week, it seemed like a good challenge. I figured readers may be interested in my musings upon them, and perhaps Game lessons I can tease out. I don’t know yet if I’ll succeed in my ambition but I’ll give it a try and see how things go. So, starting with my first book of the year….

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Better than the Oxford’s cover

Dumas was a rather prolific writer and a fascinating personality. He was wildly generous with money and dissolute in his ways, constantly earning and then losing fortunes. He would carouse with women, throw lavish parties, and invest in all manner of capers. He even built himself a castle-themed chateau to represent the abode of Edmund Dantes from his The Count of Monte Cristo. Dumas was larger than life and I love him for it. [1]

But it’s not his incredible profligacy that most impresses me. The guy never stopped writing, because he was always running out of money. He is supposed to have written a combined total of 650 plays, short stories, essays, and novels. Another source tells me he wrote eighty-one novels. If you check out ForgottenBooks.com you’ll see the “entire works of Dumas” are presented in thirty large volumes [3]. Just fifteen years ago some French journalist discovered an entire lost novel of his, The Last Cavalier, which is 900 pages long! He wrote so much people simply lost track of his work.

The Last Cavalier

“Sorry, I’m sure I had it just yesterday”

It took me a while before I finally tumbled down the Dumas rabbit hole. Like many people, I suspect, I’d seen those big black Wordsworth Collection paperbacks on book store shelves: Dickens, Tolstoy, Swift, Bronte and so on. I often felt guilty to do so because I’d not read many classics. The English education system failed me on that score and I’d never gotten around to making up the shortfall. I was somewhat lacking in a classical education [4]

Back when I decided to embark upon my own Dantes-like Count Cervantes project to become a high value male I’d scoped out some of these classics and even got so far as to stack them on a book shelf in the Hemingway Suite [5]. One book I read then was The Count Of Monte Cristo, finishing it in Thailand in early 2012. I loved it. I absolutely adore Dumas’ style. It’s fast, it’s sharp, it’s rich with historical detail, it’s sweeping in scope and yet every chapter ends on a cliffhanger.

I looked into that and discovered Dumas wrote primarily for the burgeoning Paris weekly newspaper market who carried serialised novels at a chapter a piece. It’s good to think of them like the HBO dramas The Sopranos or Game Of Thrones. There’s an overarching story told across a long timescale but each piece of it must contain its own opening and closing loops, ending on a cliffhanger that encourages the reader to buy next week’s chapter. This means that in Dumas stories there’s always something happening and even the slower chapters, thrown in for pacing changes, still have their own arc. And yet they don’t tread water because the grander sweep of narrative action is developing. It feels epic.

I just didn’t realise how epic.

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This epic

Having enjoyed The Count Of Monte Cristo I tried the next of the Wordsworth Classics, The Three Musketeers. I was already dimly aware of the story from my childhood and was pleased to find out Monte Cristo wasn’t a lucky shot. The Three Musketeers was just as good and at 592 pages / 184k words [6] it was an epic all by itself. But it’s just the first of a trilogy. I knew that because the other two, Twenty Years After (880pages/273k) and The Man In The Iron Mask (656pages/203k) were right next to it on the shelf.

Holy shit, that’s some reading to be done. But, determined to be a high value male I picked up Twenty Years After about a year ago and read it. Fantastic book. Even better than the first in the series. Three volumes, 2128k pages, and 660k words. All high quality writing too, so that’s epic. I love finding out there’s something so substantial to sink my teeth into.

However, I still didn’t realise just how epic it was.

Those three volumes are the commonly reprinted series, but the entire D’Artagnan Romances, as they are called, is even longer still. When all of the newspaper-serialised chapters are published end-to-end it comes down to FIVE volumes. For historical reasons I’ll never understand, two volumes just don’t get reprinted much. Wordsworth Classics don’t do them but Oxford World’s Classics does. And yet it’s all one long story with the same characters throughout. There’s no good reason to excise the two volumes.

Volume three in the series is The Vicomte De Brageloone (658 pages / 238k words) and volume four is Louise De La Valliere (same length again). The Man In The Iron Mask is actually the concluding fifth volume, and two are skipped entirely! [7] Seeing I discovered this while in Serbia in November and that the bookshops didn’t stock Oxford’s editions I skipped to volume five and read that. Then, after sorting out the Daygame Infinite launch I got cracking on volume three, The Vicomte De Bragelonne.

It was good.

If you like epic yarns featuring a team of rascals adventuring across Europe you may enjoy The K’rauser Romances volumes one, two and four.

[1] Everything I write about Dumas here is from (fresh) memory. If you want to research it further there’s plenty of information. Just the introduction to this book’s edition furnishes a great deal of biographical analysis. I haven’t gone back to it because my priority is to write fast and loose to get the content done [2]
[2] An attitude I think Dumas would approve of as apparently he sometimes sent completed chapters to his newspaper publishers, completed by a collaborator that is, without checking them. Fast and loose.
[3] Although he didn’t write everything in that collection. I was extremely excited to see two sequels to my all-time 2nd favourite book The Count Of Monte Cristo but further investigation showed they were written by hacks and published under his name without permission.
[4] Though not the complete philistine that most of my peers are.
[5] I read a few too, but balked at War & Peace after a hundred pages when I was thoroughly bored and thoroughly confused.
[6] And takes 12 hours and 14 minutes to read according to readinglength.com which seems rather optimistic to me. I don’t like to skim books.
[7] I don’t approve of long epic stories being published across multiple volumes out of sequence. I’d never do such a thing myself.

How to write a memoir #4

January 9, 2018
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Believe it or not, several of my readers did in fact take me up on my Winter Memoir Challenge and have been working hard to contribute their own stories to the burgeoning literature within our niche community of odd fellows. One such scribe has noticed a rather powerful consequence of writing….

A profound sense of introspection over his journey.

This is not altogether unexpected, as I had the same thing. As did Bodi. And no doubt everyone else who has committed themselves to writing a memoir. The process seems to work like peeling an onion layer by layer.

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A self-peeling onion, yesterday

Layer One – The personal debrief
As you lie in bed, a feeling of smug self-satisfaction on your face, the girl you just banged trots off to the shower. Your mind turns towards replaying events in order to determine how you pulled it off. What were the key moments? How did you handle the key risks? This debrief is mostly tactical, with a large helping of self-congratulation.

Layer Two – Telling your mates
The +1 text was fired off immediately. Now it’s the next afternoon and you’ve met your friends / wings. There’s a story to tell. So you walk them through it with a focus on drama and tension. Perhaps they ask questions to clarify key points. You’ll probably end up telling the story several times and at each telling the fat is trimmed and the spice is added. It’s transformed from a debrief to an anecdote.

Layer Three – Bragging Blogging about it
Now you wish to tell the world, or at least that small community of avid blog readers strung out across the globe. You’ll probably retell the tale with a journalistic focus and getting the precise sequence of events correct and interpreting them according to prevailing daygame theory [1]. Those of you increasing in confidence may adopt a tone of teaching the dear reader so he may yet benefit from what you’ve learned from the process. The incident has now moved from debrief, to anecdote, to lay report.

Layer Four – Writing it up in the Memoir
You have assembled a number of such events into a narrative and interspersed it with the other things you were doing on your journey. It has been contextualised within the wider narrative of your Player’s Journey. Now you are drawing parallels to other similar incidents, or grouping them together according to phases in your journey, and seeking to re-evaluate an event – that may have happened over a year ago – with the benefit of hindsight. Quite likely you’ve reached a different conclusion over the key moments and key risks that you’d initially identified. The debrief became an anecdote, became a lay report, became a considered reflection.

It is at this final stage that we writers zoom the camera out from the trees and take in the forest as a whole. The passage of time and the repetition of sets has granted us perspective. We see our earlier selves in a different light. Speaking from my own personal experience, I find that soon after banging a girl I tend to overestimate my own agency in bringing the events to pass, and then writing in the memoir I underestimate my same agency. Probably it’s because the novelty and sense of achievement has been dulled by the passage of time.

“Reading back and expanding upon what I wrote at the time, just after the lays, I’m finding sentences which are expanding to long moments of introspection. With hindsight I’m able to see why particular things meant so much to me personally” says a scribe.

Exactly!

The writing of the book to publish is a blind. A distraction. A false flag.

The real value of the book to you the writer is as a homework project in deep introspection. Consider the blog posts the term papers and the memoir your final thesis. The memoir process requires you to order your journey chronologically, re-tell it, and make sense out of it for the reader. The primary reader is you, the writer.

You are making sense of your journey.

The writing process is one of looking into the core of events and interpreting. You are understanding and fleshing out the key character – you – and finding out how that character is motivated and how he reacts to events. It is self-directed inner game therapy [2] and thus this introspective phase of the writing process should be wholly embraced. There will be many ‘eureka’ moments during your writing as you approach an old event from a slightly different angle. You’ll see flaws you didn’t realise you had, but also good qualities you didn’t realise you possessed. You’ll be impressed by your tenacity in some moments and embarrassed by your weakness in others.

Writing your memoir is a great tool to guide you through deep inner game change because it forces you to stick to the facts, the whole of the facts, and then make sense of them. By having the intended final “reader” in your mind as the person you need to explain yourself to, you are subjected to mental discipline in a way you could otherwise evade if you allow uncomfortable thoughts to simply dissipate in your consciousness.

Fucking Awesome Mate

Bang on time, mate

Lastly, you’ll probably be surprised at how much progress you’ve made. Re-telling those old stories from the beginning of your journey, you’ll be mentally positioning yourself back into your old frame of reference and likely be shocked. Did I really think like that? What a chode I was!

The primary beneficiary of your memoir is not us, the daygame community [3], but it is you the writer, who will emerge with a greater self understanding.

If you are excited at the prospect of reading memoirs, you should probably start with the best: Balls Deep, A Deplorable Cad, and Adventure Sex. And then you should mortgage your house and buy Daygame Infinite. And probably Daygame Overkill too. In fact, fuck it, you’re serious about this so sign up for personal coaching too. [4]

[1] By which I mean Daygame Mastery
[2] Assuming you are writing the book sincerely, rather than as a grandiose ego-trip.
[3] Though we do benefit greatly from the resource you place before us.
[4] Or just deposit money directly into my bank account, I’d quite like that.

AnonCon discusses Daygame Infinite

January 5, 2018
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There are only five blogs I read on a daily basis: Vox Populi, The Conservative Treehouse, Steve Sailer, Heartiste, and Anonymous Conservative. The latter of these was kind enough to discuss my book in a detailed post. That gave me a warm feeling, having a man whose work has informed my worldview looking at my own work. He raised several good points and I’d like to talk about them.

1. Game skill allows you to filter for marriage
New entrants to the pick-up world will usually undergo a painful destruction of their worldview, and then gradually rebuild a newer, more accurate worldview [1] It is unavoidably painful because it requires humbling your ego, challenging your core values, and likely realising you aren’t the hot shit you thought you were. Rollo calls it the bitter taste of the red pill and I agree with him. Every solid player has his own story of his own meltdowns and disenchantment. One reason it’s important to undergo this process is so you can see the world more clearly, and in particular, understand female nature.

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“I promise you only a cliche”

We are always and everywhere embroiled in a mating war. We take what we want from women and they take what they want from us. Sometimes, when interests align, it’s win-win. However there are a lot of predators on both sides who pursue win-lose [2]. An experienced player has a well-honed radar to filter out these predators. Specifically, Game skills provide:

  • Elite level calibration skills in reading people and predicting their actions
  • Removal of our points of vulnerability, and self-awareness of those that remain
  • A huge net from which to filter girls for the ones we want
  • An abundance mentality and mental discipline to walk away from red flag girls
  • Satiation of carnal impulses towards sleeping around and infidelity.

There’s no guarantee every player will secure game’s bounty of self development but it’s a path laid out for him in the literature should he choose to walk it.

2. Player lifestyle as a goal
AnonCon rightly disagrees with me over whether the player lifestyle should be a goal but I think there’s a crossed wire here. I have written my material for men who have already chosen this lifestyle as a goal. I don’t seek to persuade any man it should be his goal [3]. I consider Game to be a toolkit and Pick-Up Artistry to be a lifestyle choice. My material covers both but they are analytically separate. Personally, I’m semi-retired from the game. I like to keep my hand in but I no longer pursue notches very hard.

3. Amygdala manipulation as a teaching aid
Now here is something I wasn’t expecting. AnonCon continues to surprise me with his ability to think outside the box and apply r/K theory:

“Krauser has bits in his book where I see things he is doing to amygdalae that will naturally adapt those who read it into more attractive mate prospects as men, and I do not know if he is even conscious of the mechanisms he is tripping”

I suggest you read his post for the specific example he walks through. At a more general level, his point appears to be this: Cold approach is a stressful activity that can easily trigger amygdala pain (through rejection) and thus discourage men from approaching. Orthodox PUA coaching styles can exacerbate this problem by encouraging in the student a false confidence in the method. Ensuing rejections are not just painful, they are unexpected – this creates acute amygdala pain through violation of expectation.

My teaching style builds into the method a natural way of reducing this amygdala activation through two methods: (i) the stoplight system, and (ii) calibration probes. Additionally, the meta-level Vibe analysis soothes the player into expecting and embracing rejection without feeling the full sting of it. Thus at a pedagogical level, Daygame Infinite helps moderate amygdala triggering.

There’s more in the post. Read it all here.

You can buy Daygame Infinite in a luxury full-colour hardback edition here.

Daygame Infinite hardback front cover

[1] Unless you’re one of the purple pill crowd who wants to cling on to mommy’s apron psychologically but still delude yourself you’re making progress. Don’t worry, there is a whole army of charlatan coaches ready to take your money, and they have perfected the subtle art of not giving a fuck (about you).
[2] Or even lose-lose, for the most broken.
[3] I used to, though. I was very gung-ho about being a player back when I was flush with the excitement of banging lots of tottie. Having satiated my own relentless notch-count hyena, I proselytise less.

Daygame Infinite – Buy It Here

December 29, 2017
krauserpua

Hello fellow red-blooded male,

You thought it couldn’t be done. You thought Daygame Mastery was as good as things could ever get. You thought street pick-up had already reached its natural peak.

Allow me to pleasantly surprise you.

Daygame Infinite hardback front cover

There’s a new gold standard in pick-up and its name is Daygame Infinite. This is the most advanced material there is. It covers the entire London Daygame Model from the moment you hit the streets until the moment you’re banging the girl you picked up there. Everything!

  • A full discussion of how to improve your mental state and natural charisma to prepare you for the streets
  • Detailed advice on how to scan those streets to determine which girls are likely to want to talk to you
  • Techniques that ‘power up’ your interactions, letting you leap from social to sexual right there on the street
  • How to get the girls out on dates, explored in extreme detail using many real-life WhatsApp chats with analysis of what to do at every step
  • The most insightful analysis of first dates ever created. Every step of the dating model is explored using transcripts of real life dates
  • Detailed insight on how to handle the tricky period of getting a girl back out onto a second date in another chapter loaded with real life examples
  • How to recognise the next date is the ‘sex date’ and then how to take her home
  • How to satisfy a girl in bed so she keeps coming back.

Daygame Infinite is the most advanced and most detailed book ever written on the subject of picking up girls. It’s a 524-page treasure trove of insight. And now it’s available to you in a handsome full colour hardback edition. This is your opportunity to purchase a guide book that will improve your game for years to come.

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Step-by-step dating advice

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Step-by-step texting advice

Buy it now by following these simple instructions.

STEP ONE: Select the correct price for where you will take delivery of the book. Prices differ because the book is printed at the nearest print location to you, to reduce shipping costs and get it to you faster: UK £79, USA $109, CAD $140, AUS $145, EU e99, Rest of the World £99  [all prices include trackable shipping]

STEP TWO: Paypal me at krauser@rocksolidgame.co.uk Be sure to include your name, postal address, the words “Daygame Infinite” and a telephone number for the UPS delivery man. See this example. You need to provide all of the information requested with the red stars * on the right side.

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STEP THREE: Rub you hands in keen anticipation of how much your game will improve!

Thank you for your time. I hope you enjoy the book.

Nick Krauser

How To Write A Memoir #3

December 27, 2017
krauserpua

Many of you will be leveraging your existing lay reports – blog or forum – as the raw data for a memoir. This means you are taking one kind of writing (dry, technical, jargon) and converting it into another (vivid, clear, dramatic). You are turning a report into a story. Let’s consider how to do that.

I’m currently writing volume three of my memoir. That was originally based on lay reports because I’d blogged every single lay from the period shortly after it happened. This gives me a great resource for the book: extreme detail, nothing forgotten, and an accurate picture of how it felt at the time. It also carries a few drawbacks.

  • I was writing the blog to a technical crowd in a niche who had been following my blog posts and thus knew all about where I was, what I was up to, and all the in-jokes and innuendos I make.
  • By writing it as a lay report, you already knew how it ended. There is no dramatic tension.
  • By writing it in 2013, usually just a day or two after the events, I had great recall for details but didn’t have the perspective I have now, five years later. I’ve learned a lot since and ruminated on the larger sweep of my journey so it would be nice to let that inform the memoir version of the story.
  • My key concerns in the blog post were to record events and to analyse why this particular pick-up was a success so I could thus develop my technique [1]

The challenge for a memoir writer is to keep all the advantages of the lay report while eliminating all the weaknesses, and if possible, to add more value through the longer word count and greater freedom that a memoir format allows. Let’s use an example of mine that I’ve recently worked on.

First, the original blog post. Give it a read, then the following comments will make far more sense. Let’s first look at the setting of the scene in the blog post vs it’s later re-write in the memoir. Firstly the blog:

“Girl 3 – On Saturday night in Lapa I’m pretty drunk. Suave points out a curvy black girl he thinks I’ll like so I give chase. Its an easy stop and she has faltering English. I’m full of ballsy insolence and soon mini-bounce her to the kerb. Ten minutes chat and I take a number and bounce again to a nearby bar then soon kiss close. The party is winding down by 3am, an hour or so later, so I suggest a motel. She says no. I lead her to a cab and try to bundle her in. She runs away”

Now how I rewrote it in the memoir [2]

  My adrenaline still running high, Fernando and I went off to Lapa for the evening. It’s well known for its weekend street parties as tourists descend to sample the street vendor cocktails and food. It’s close to a favela so there’s an edgy vibe. Gringos like me can’t tell who are the honest poor come to have fun, from their less upstanding neighbours who’ve come to do their weekly cashless shop from the pockets and handbags of such gringos.
The party is all along one road that’s pedestrianised for the night and thronged with bars and restaurants, as well as lots of little makeshift stalls that magically appear then disappear just for the night. As a daygamer I was drawn to the high footfall, reasonable demographics, and soft bright gutter game vibe. It was by far the best street game I’d seen in the whole country. The only drawback was most girls hung out in groups.
My spirits were lifted. “My spirits are lifted” I told Fernando. “Maybe your country isn’t total shit after all.”
We stopped a few girls and cracked on, farming a few numbers, then posted up on a first floor balcony of a bar. Dusk was cutting in and the breeze was now refreshingly cool. I liked these bars. Colourful, lively, and gameable. It made me wish I was better at bar game.
We chatted a lot between ourselves and watched pro boxing on the bar’s television. Then we walked a little and found another bar. We gradually realised there weren’t so many classic daygame sets – solo girls walking somewhere – so we talked to a few girls standing around in groups. Fernando had a few solid-looking interactions whereas the language barrier hobbled me.
Fairly late on, when I was “in my cups”, I saw a girl sitting on a concrete traffic bollard at an intersection. The traffic was all blocked off and a crowd filled the road. She had a bottle of beer I’d seen her buy from a street vendor a few metres away. The couple of friends she’d been with had disappeared into the crowd, no doubt socialising.
I fancied her. My spider sense told me I should open.
“Hi. I’m Nick” I said, a big smirk on my face. She smiled and indicated me to sit on the bollard next to her.
Rebecca had dark shoulder-length hair in a soft wet perm, a lovely beguiling smile and good hips. She had the hamster look and her English was passable. It went well.
Being black, I assumed she was a favela kid.”

That’s 421 words in the memoir to describe a scene that’s three sentences in the blog. Rather than say “On Saturday night I’m in Lapa and I’m drunk” I actually set the scene of what Lapa is like with it’s people, it’s look, and it’s feel. I’ve written Fernando in as a character who has dialogue so I can build the friendship in the book (he doesn’t speak in this excerpt but he does before and after). The conversation with Rebecca is written as dialogue and events, not as an executive summary. She even has a name! The memoir style works well for indicating how you feel and what your thoughts were at the time, in this case I talk about my adrenalin (I’d just been mugged at gunpoint two hours earlier), my spirits and my assumptions about her.

Let’s look at the next 191 words to rewrite the second half of the blog excerpt above:

  “No, I am an auxiliary administrator” she said. I recognised her employer’s name, a mega-corporation. She further told me she’s twenty-four, from Bahia, Salvador, in southernmost Brazil, and was working part time while studying law. It was going well and after five minutes I felt it was really on. Rebecca kept staring at me wide-eyed like a deer caught in a car’s headlights.
I moved her to a bench a couple of metres away, and we made out. It was well after midnight and the party was winding down, so I decided to pull the trigger. Fernando had already texted that he was going off to do sets until I finished.
“Let’s go to a motel” I suggested, remembering Ana from the carnival.
“No, I should go home” she remonstrated.
We walked further down the road, my mind on getting her away from friends who may pop up at any moment. She was leaning into me and smiling so when we reached a taxi rank I tried to pull her in.
“No! I don’t want” she said, and scurried off quickly. I got the taxi home alone.

Again the principle lesson is that I’ve turned an executive summary of events into a scene. It has dialogue, characters, and actions. So, the learning points for you are:

  • Take your time. You have a lot more words in the memoir so you can afford to patiently set the scene, include your inner thoughts, and expand on events.
  • Try to turn summary of “she did this, then I did that” into a scene in which characters interact and there’s dialogue. Don’t say “She said she wanted to go” as a summary, but instead let her say it as dialogue.
  • Cut out most of the PUA jargon and instead use regular English.
  • In the blog you are the centre of the world and everyone else is a prop. In the memoir you are the narrator and main character, but there are also other characters who have their own motivations, lives, and who express themselves through dialogue and action.

NEWS: I had an email from UPS today to say no-one was in when the final Daygame Infinite test print was delivered. Bullshit. I was sitting by the door all morning [3]. I’m guessing the driver got the wrong house. It’s due for redelivery tomorrow. If that test print is good I’ll officially release. You can buy the pre-release full colour version here.

COMMENTS: Remember, all comments discussing the content of Daygame Infinite should be collected on this post, to keep them all in one place.

[1] And of course to boast. “Look at me! I got laid again!”
[2] Second draft, mind you, so don’t expect Dickens.
[3] In my monster feet and dressing gown