In “The Realm Where Moral Judgement is Suspended” Milan Kundera writes that “If I were asked the most common cause of misunderstanding between my readers and me, I would not hesitate: humor.” There are books that make us laugh and books that make us laugh at ourselves, and I prefer the ones that do both. In The Infernal Desire Machines of Dr. Hoffman Angela Carter carries a dark laughter as the current flowing beneath the wild seas of her imagination and machinations. To actually read we must suspend moral judgement, we must suspend our notion of reality, and open ourselves to the possible.
A new book by anarchist writer Paul Cudenec has been published by Winter Oak Press.
"The Fakir of Florence: A Novel in Three Layers" explores, in fictional form, the connections between anarchism, metaphysics and artistic expression.
The three threads of narration center on characters inhabiting different, yet interwoven, levels of reality.
Perantulo is a wandering sage, spreading his mystic pagan wisdom from Khaluvia to Mesqa-Murro, from the chestnut forests of Sevennola to the rain-lashed archipelago of Prydina.
Fiction holds a certain allure in its capacity to spark our imaginative visions of the sort of lives or worlds we could be living and interacting in if we weren’t quarantined to the reality of our present. How stable is this presumed reality of the present that seems so counterintuitive in contrast to worlds dominated by the anarchist idea—worlds relegated to the imagination? What power or importance does fiction have in fomenting anarchist ideas? Does fiction have to be explicitly anarchist to be in-line with or contributory towards anarchist thought?
From Self Certified
Like half the planet, I can’t wait for the opening night of The Force Awakens, the seventh instalment of the Star Wars saga on the big screen (not counting The Clone Wars animated film). The original trilogy dominated my childhood; I read the comics, I played with the toys and I watched those films over and over. I’m almost embarrassed to admit that they are to this day, one of the few pieces of entertainment that can get an emotional response out of me.
From Fireworks - by Conspiracy of Insurgent Anarchists
08.11.15 - Editor's Statement: Sometime in the summer of 1965, a woman named Oedipa Maas walks into a taqueria on 24th Street in the Mission District of San Francisco. At a table in the corner is a man named Jesus Arrabal, a member of the Conjuracion de los Insurgentes Anarquistas.