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Terror House Press (a right-wing publisher run by Matt Forney) published a short story with characters attacking YA books for being woke. About a woke girl fighting a right-wing girl, it's being advertised as something to trigger people. Full book treatments on the way:


I don't know much about Terror House -- I have a vague impression that they're a little far right even for me -- but a tweet they made at the height of the George Floyd mania has stuck with me forever:

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Oh, I got given that Lucky Red book recently. Opening chapter is a tedious exposition dump interspersed with the main character being annoyed that she has to comfort her father when he's weeping over how shit their lives are. Bridget's descriptions of being annoyed at him, being fearful of storms and hating her father's beliefs about good/bad luck; but she describes her father getting killed by a rattle snake like she's already bored of it. Also, there's this weird line where she just suddenly informs the audience that she's getting 'ripe' enough that men are gonna start trying to rape her now.
 
Oh, I got given that Lucky Red book recently. Opening chapter is a tedious exposition dump interspersed with the main character being annoyed that she has to comfort her father when he's weeping over how shit their lives are. Bridget's descriptions of being annoyed at him, being fearful of storms and hating her father's beliefs about good/bad luck; but she describes her father getting killed by a rattle snake like she's already bored of it. Also, there's this weird line where she just suddenly informs the audience that she's getting 'ripe' enough that men are gonna start trying to rape her now.
Holy shit. God, I just can't wrap my head around the fact that a publisher payed anything for this book. Let alone half a million.
 
Reading the last 4 pages was fun, even tho it is a subject that I do not care.

American identitarism for someone who cames from a place with lots of different identities is something truly sickening. How you guys have not a single agreement in the whole country? Everyone here have something that they all love or agree but you guys cant share one common interest at all so everything is tribalistic as fuck. Sometimes I just feel like: dont they ever tire of this kind of shit?

But after reading the thread, I am sure of one thing: self publish is the way
 
Oh, I got given that Lucky Red book recently. Opening chapter is a tedious exposition dump interspersed with the main character being annoyed that she has to comfort her father when he's weeping over how shit their lives are. Bridget's descriptions of being annoyed at him, being fearful of storms and hating her father's beliefs about good/bad luck; but she describes her father getting killed by a rattle snake like she's already bored of it. Also, there's this weird line where she just suddenly informs the audience that she's getting 'ripe' enough that men are gonna start trying to rape her now.

I read the Amazon sample and it's pretty bad. The only thing I'd add to your analysis is that it's immediately obvious that the author is delivering her own take, both in terms of general situation but especially in terms of style, on True Grit. It's tooth-grinding when you know the original material, which is a wonderful little novel.

What would you call this, I wonder? True Shit?
 
Just like they always have "slave markets" but the Japanese manga idea of a slave is a busty lady who is closer to a clingy girlfriend who does your chores than property.
Always remember, kids, slavery is bad, but only when people other than the MC are doing it
 
More Lucky Red:
I dragged and rolled the body into the hole I’d scraped out and piled dirt over it, having neither the time nor the patience to search for rocks. When I was done, mud-streaked and exhausted, I laid one hand upon the mound. I tried to think of something to say, but no words came to me, so I just patted it a couple of times and stood up.
This is the extent of her mourning her father, a dude whose worst act towards her was messing things up because she didn't want to tell him that he was doing it wrong.
 
You know guys, this Lucky Red situation has me thinking it might be fun for us to have a bookclub here on this thread where we read different woke novels and critique them.
 
More Lucky Red:

This is the extent of her mourning her father, a dude whose worst act towards her was messing things up because she didn't want to tell him that he was doing it wrong.
I get it the author's trying to make this soon-to-be-dyke tomboy seem stoic and more reasonable than her alcoholic father in the late-1800s because it's a Western, but she's way too callous for even your typical Tall, Dark, and Rugged vagabond to rip her bodice off of. I take it she didn't even bat an eye when her father got bit because it was in a stupid pussified way?
 
Did she just pick it up on the dangerhair table at Barnes & Noble and say "Looks like something the grandkids would love"?
Grandmas, I love 'em but they can be inexplicable :lol:
Back when I was a nipper, I told her how I wanted to become a writer, so she took to sending me books from time-to-time to make sure I had a lot of material to take inspiration and understanding from. These books would vary wildly from classics, to lesser known but still great stuff (Didn't know Red Dwarf had books until she gave me 'em), to a lot of Young Adult stuff (I remember the 'Escape from the Furnace' series being a good read), and stuff that's shit, but at least funny to laugh at. I'd totally believe that she looked at all the 'progressive fiction' shit and assumed that was just on the rage.
 
You know guys, this Lucky Red situation has me thinking it might be fun for us to have a bookclub here on this thread where we read different woke novels and critique them.
@OtherLastTrainHome 's chapter by chapter look at Patrick's "The Ark" is one of the better parts of that thread. I don't know about actually reading the novels whole. "The Ark" was a painful read. Not as bad as manhunt, however.

Found this on the twitter
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I don't know what their crying about. Sounds like those book prices have tracked with inflation.
 
You know guys, this Lucky Red situation has me thinking it might be fun for us to have a bookclub here on this thread where we read different woke novels and critique them.
I'm half-tempted to make a Let's Read thread on it, but I wanna see how bad it gets first.
I get it the author's trying to make this soon-to-be-dyke tomboy seem stoic and more reasonable than her alcoholic father in the late-1800s because it's a Western, but she's way too callous for even your typical Tall, Dark, and Rugged vagabond to rip her bodice off of. I take it she didn't even bat an eye when her father got bit because it was in a stupid pussified way?
Stoicism, when you're actually in the character's head, should be coming off as restraint. That the character has emotions bubbling up inside, but is pushing them back either for fear of being weak or wanting to deny they exist in the first place. It doesn't work here, not just because the tone reads as bored rather than conflicted, but the character has been open with their emotions leading up to this, their only feelings towards their father has been frustration; so when his death is framed more like an inconvenience than anything, it just makes her come off as a callous brat.

She doesn't really have any emotional framing of the death. She wakes up to him shrieking, lights a match to see what's going on, and then just watches him wrestle with the rattlesnake while describing herself that the matches keep going out and she needs to relight them.

I woke to Pa’s screaming. It had happened plenty of times before, when he’d get caught in a dream of a lost battle, so as my eyes searched for anything at all in the pitch dark, my first sensation was annoyance. But then I realized this was different—these screams were high-pitched and strangled sounding. I knew my pa’s voice better than any other, and I’d never heard this shrill, twisted tightness before. It froze my heart in my chest even as I struggled to understand the cause. I groped in the blackness for matches and struck one: in its little circle of light I could see my pa writhing on the ground, clutching his throat and kicking out wildly with both feet. A big, blunt-nosed rattlesnake lifted its fangs out of his throat and sank them once again, this time into the back of his hand. Pa’s arm shot out to fling the snake away just as my match went out. In the dark I heard him jump up, still screaming; the next lit match showed him twisting like a dancer, flapping his arm until the snake finally lost its grip and flew off across the room, thudding softly against the sod wall before it scrambled away into the gap left by a missing hearthstone.

The match scorched my fingertips as it went out. I struck a third one and held it up to see that Pa had fallen to his knees, tears streaming down his face. His screams had died to a ragged sound somewhere between breath and sob. On hands and knees, I felt around for the stump of a candle and lit it as I crawled over the mess of tangled bedding to examine his wounds. I threaded one arm around his back and held up the candle. There was a bad bite in his neck, a pair of dark-red, seeping punctures that opened a door between him and the world.

To her credit, after that she crawls over to suck out and spit the venom, but again, it's described so dryly in comparison to shit like her fuming over her father being out drinking or fearing the storm. The most emotion we get is her describing how the forest was a beautiful place to die.
 
To her credit, after that she crawls over to suck out and spit the venom, but again, it's described so dryly in comparison to shit like her fuming over her father being out drinking or fearing the storm. The most emotion we get is her describing how the forest was a beautiful place to die.
Geez modern writers need to go touch grass. They all come off like the hardest thing they ever went through in their lives was getting the wrong order at Starbucks.
 
Imagine describing someone's anguish in such a comical manner. No, he's not twisting like a dancer when he's flapping his arms around, he's absolutely frantic and disoriented. Fucking hell.
 
YA book twitter influencers are being radicalized all over my timeline today.
Example, here is this girl who has a large X & Goodreads following. Look at what she's been sharing. Calling for the literally destruction of Israel as a Jewish state, and calling for boycotts of any author who disagree.

Well, some free-speech right-wing activitists came together to expose the anti-Israel accounts and did some digging to defend free speech from her type and seek punishments. Her real name and her real picture; turns out she is a 21 year old college girl, Pic below.

Imagine how an alt-righter in 2015 would react if you told him that in 2023, hatred of Israel would be most popular among woke women.
 

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