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Eternity Beach
From the author of the modern dystopian classic, Hold Back This Day, comes his most exciting and powerful novel yet.... What does a man do when he's killed in a horrific freeway crash - only to wake up in a strange room? That's Garrick Fenstad's peculiar dilemma, and he's not sure how to handle it. Especially since he's got a million other dead people to keep him company, in a place that's just a little bit strange. But the eats are free, he doesn't have to pay a dime in rent, and he's got the prospect of eternity to look forward to. Until he's offered the chance to go back to Earth....and live again.
801 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 2016
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Garrick Fenstad is a man born at precisely the right time and place. Here and now, still only in the third decade of the twenty-first century, America needs a man like Garrick. He is a man with a voice — made great by his inborn talent as a writer — who can speak above the teeming throng of an ever-darkening America to reach the ears of dispossessed whites. It’s a voice he seeks to amplify through one of the West’s greatest contributions: the novel.
Garrick Fenstad’s novel This Shining Glory has come at exactly the right moment, when America is facing demographic replacement at the hands of swarming Untermenschen with not a shred of empathy for those they intend on replacing. He’s a family man. Though he pays the bills with his job as a forklift operator, through his novel he will accomplish his dreams of wealth and fame. More than that, with it he will reach out to his people like Prometheus, gifting them a flame from that well of fire in the sky by which they shall make themselves great.
But none of that matters, because Garrick Fenstad, devoted husband and father of two, as well as aspiring literati, met his fate on an overcrowded Texas highway when he flipped his Silverado and skidded across the lanes toward a concrete abutment as the overturned vehicle scraped his exposed body against the asphalt like a hefty chunk of Romano over a cheese grater, ending in a spectacular fireball that turned everyone’s rush-hour commute home into a dramatically longer one once the authorities arrive to catalog and sweep up was left of him. Such is the consequence of being goaded into a road-rage inspired bout of bumper cars with five piles of gold-toothed, tatted-up Mexcrement in a beat-up Chevy Impala.
Play Mad Max games? Win Mad Max prizes.
So begins Ward Kendall’s Eternity Beach. Kendall is now the author of four White Nationalist science fiction novels and one political manifesto. Not only that, he holds the special distinction of being what I imagine will be the last White Nationalist author to receive a favorable review in The New York Times.
Garrick is one of the most relatable protagonists I’ve ever come across in racialist fiction and is the best Kendall has crafted to date. Through this character, we are confronted with all the angst and anxiety of the modern thirtysomething who finds himself part of an ever-less prominent and ever-more disenfranchised and dwindling white American population. We experience not only the racial strife that plagues our people, but our unrealized dreams as well.
Garrick Fenstad is a man who almost made it. He had a blue-collar job and an unaccomplished goal that would have given him the living standard and dignity that he — that many of us — long for. Garrick Fenstad could be me. He could be you.
Garrick Fenstad is a man born at precisely the right time and place. Here and now, still only in the third decade of the twenty-first century, America needs a man like Garrick. He is a man with a voice — made great by his inborn talent as a writer — who can speak above the teeming throng of an ever-darkening America to reach the ears of dispossessed whites. It’s a voice he seeks to amplify through one of the West’s greatest contributions: the novel.
Garrick Fenstad’s novel This Shining Glory has come at exactly the right moment, when America is facing demographic replacement at the hands of swarming Untermenschen with not a shred of empathy for those they intend on replacing. He’s a family man. Though he pays the bills with his job as a forklift operator, through his novel he will accomplish his dreams of wealth and fame. More than that, with it he will reach out to his people like Prometheus, gifting them a flame from that well of fire in the sky by which they shall make themselves great.
But none of that matters, because Garrick Fenstad, devoted husband and father of two, as well as aspiring literati, met his fate on an overcrowded Texas highway when he flipped his Silverado and skidded across the lanes toward a concrete abutment as the overturned vehicle scraped his exposed body against the asphalt like a hefty chunk of Romano over a cheese grater, ending in a spectacular fireball that turned everyone’s rush-hour commute home into a dramatically longer one once the authorities arrive to catalog and sweep up was left of him. Such is the consequence of being goaded into a road-rage inspired bout of bumper cars with five piles of gold-toothed, tatted-up Mexcrement in a beat-up Chevy Impala.
Play Mad Max games? Win Mad Max prizes.
So begins Ward Kendall’s Eternity Beach. Kendall is now the author of four White Nationalist science fiction novels and one political manifesto. Not only that, he holds the special distinction of being what I imagine will be the last White Nationalist author to receive a favorable review in The New York Times.
Garrick is one of the most relatable protagonists I’ve ever come across in racialist fiction and is the best Kendall has crafted to date. Through this character, we are confronted with all the angst and anxiety of the modern thirtysomething who finds himself part of an ever-less prominent and ever-more disenfranchised and dwindling white American population. We experience not only the racial strife that plagues our people, but our unrealized dreams as well.
Garrick Fenstad is a man who almost made it. He had a blue-collar job and an unaccomplished goal that would have given him the living standard and dignity that he — that many of us — long for. Garrick Fenstad could be me. He could be you.
January 15, 2020
Further review forthcoming. This book is somewhat disappointing, not so much in writing or in plot, which are enjoyable, but along the lines of this note written while reading:
(Tl;dr he punches right and punches hard and by name, but punches left only according to ideas.)
'608, 660n 662 (hac)
'Maybe it's a psyop to discredit nationalism and sow discord [among Rightists: unlikely, probably just animosity against movement characters or, charitably, disgust with the infighting and GUBU antics, though he contributes to the infighting] - he Mary Sues himself by name [having characters call his pretty good 'Hold Back This Day' a classic of revolutionary fantasy fiction on the level of Turner and Covington] and then insinuates that Greg Johnson is a homosexual and Jared Taylor a multiculturalist (because he doesn't take on the JQ), shits on Donovan, O'Meara, Linder, Anglin, et al. while insinuating all of them are shills solely in it for the money (more true of some than others). Even Pierce, though dead, isn't spared.'
(Tl;dr he punches right and punches hard and by name, but punches left only according to ideas.)
'608, 660n 662 (hac)
'Maybe it's a psyop to discredit nationalism and sow discord [among Rightists: unlikely, probably just animosity against movement characters or, charitably, disgust with the infighting and GUBU antics, though he contributes to the infighting] - he Mary Sues himself by name [having characters call his pretty good 'Hold Back This Day' a classic of revolutionary fantasy fiction on the level of Turner and Covington] and then insinuates that Greg Johnson is a homosexual and Jared Taylor a multiculturalist (because he doesn't take on the JQ), shits on Donovan, O'Meara, Linder, Anglin, et al. while insinuating all of them are shills solely in it for the money (more true of some than others). Even Pierce, though dead, isn't spared.'
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