«Make a little room on the crippled Earth!
Depopulate it so the grass may grow again,
and woods, meadows, heather, stream and moor
return to this world of dust and concrete». Hermann Hesse - Steppenwolf
I was at the new
Starbucks in Bergen a few days ago, enjoying the
first really tasty Cappuccino coffee I've ever enjoyed in Norway ever
(they can’t make it here). Something weird was going on or is going on. The
female customers outnumbered the males ten to one, at least that. I sat there
for an hour and the numbers stayed more or less the same.
This is something I
haven’t seen at any other Starbucks and I've been to a few across Europe. Perhaps I will investigate the matter and see if
anyone has any explanation for the discrepancy.
It was strange with
almost only women present, but nice, too, of course, almost as if a conjunction
of sisterhood descending on the place.
There has been a
scandal in British retail book-sale business lately, but the scandal is,
contrary to popular opinion not that WHSmith has found lots of controversial
novels among their titles, but that they have chosen to remove those titles
from their assortment. They have exposed themselves as eager supporters of
When you read their
press releases and the explanation they give their customers, on and off their
website you find one bizarre and sick statement after another. Yes, it safe to
say they are practically lined up. There have been many cases like this
throughout history, where mainstream citizens impose their narrow morality on
everybody else. It wasn't acceptable then and isn't now.
society always blame art in order to distract people from what those in charge
should be blamed for and this is certainly such a case. Established retailers
and publishers have constantly supported this vile practice.
A guy by the name of
Jeremy Wilson in the online magazine Kernel eagerly call for censorship, and
doing so without a single original and free thought in his head. He speaks of
filth. What he writes is filth. Find themes most objectionable in people’s
eyes, distort the truth, make things up to support your tyranny of the mind.
The true scandal is that people like him and those eager beavers at WHSmith and
elsewhere have any influence what so ever. The hysteria grows, as it often does
in cases like this and all independent titles, those not published by
established publishers come under scrutiny, which is exactly what the
established publishers desire. I wouldn't put it beyond them to have planned
and actually orchestrated this.
There are lots of
talk about ending censorship in foreign countries, but very little of ending it
here, in the west, where it is just as bad. It's about money, of course, but also about power and influence.
Censorship is wrong,
without exceptions. Controversial titles should be hailed as a great thing, not
removed from public eye. It should be proudly displayed. It is all the boring and bland mainstream titles that should be thrown on the garbage heap where they belong.
Indie author Amos
Keppler's novel ShadowWalk is, among many great things a celebration of
What makes Amos
Keppler's books unique compared to all others is the uncanny vision he brings
to his work. I have read about half of his works by now, and even though the
novels are vastly different from each other, they share that unique quality of
The visual power he
brings to his stories is unquestionable. Others have related how they are able
to easily visualize what they read in his books. I agree!
But what the stories
are about more than anything is the deep waters of humanity. You haven’t
experienced truly deep in books until you read this one. At least I hadn't.
The story is about
Jill, a young woman, among other youths of all colors and many cultures on a
quest to find herself and get a life, about her getting it, finding everything
making life worth living. It is found under a rock, right before her eyes, and
she grabs it, grabs its tail with both hands and holds on to it with all the
considerable might she possesses.
It’s about the
dangers seekers find out there, on the freedom road.
It’s about the
mysteries of human existence and everything under the moon, actually. I would
argue that it is about everything and contains everything, but that would not
be completely accurate.
It’s one hell of a
book and you will find yourself immersed in it, deep below the surface of its
waters, its fire lake.
I wouldn't claim
that each paragraph is a joy to read, but it feels that way. The prose is just
as unique as the story itself.
The boys and girls
described in the book are teenagers, but this is a story for truly mature
readers of all ages. It is a fantasy book. It is not a fantasy book. You will
find no boxed in genre story here. You will find life in all its shades.
I like all seasons.
They are change and encourage change, but in today’s oppressive society summer
is clearly the best.
It isn't because of
the high temperatures, even though I love those, too. The foremost reason is
the most obvious: I can more than anything be human. There is not work, not
school, but weeks of relaxation, of embracing everything still great in life.
I can say fuck it to
all the trappings of society and that always feels good. Most people aren't
able to even imagining a completely different life, but we are.
We swim, swim a lot,
we dive deep into the forest and the night, enjoying every single second of our
life, celebrating it in all forms. We know it is temporary, even as we are very
aware that it shouldn't be, shouldn't be that at all.
School is shit, both
in its foundation and execution. It’s just a place where you educate robots,
mold people into slaves better suited to perform in the harsh existence as an
adult. I want to quit school, but I hold it out, because the alternative: being
without a higher education in today’s cutthroat society is even worse.
True learning is
nothing like this, this pale imitation of it. If anyone wanted to study
anything it should be because they wanted to, not because they feel brutally
compelled to do so.
So, while I seek and
enjoy every radical environment I can find in this tiny Scandinavian village of
mine, I keep torturing myself with the words and actions of others.
A very accurate description. People line up for days to buy that shit?
We live in an insane world with insane people. It's really an excellent illustration how the sick consumer society is kicking into even sicker overdrive.
It isn't strange that the world is so out of whack.
Lise has turned twenty and doesn't like it very much. They say it's halfway to forty. Aside from that Lise has no problems. She studies philosophy at the University of Bergen, and is indeed a very philosophical person, something expressing itself in a number of ways. Lise is Lise, but is otherwise very mysterious, and even though you may feel you recognize her, you would be wrong. She is probably not the girl next door or the one sitting next to you in the lecture hall or at the library.