Notes on Literature: "Cities of Salt" (Munif)
Jeff Rubard
Rock and roll is *generally* excellent, and "Cities of Salt" is an
Abdelrahman Munif *social-fascist* Arab novel - corresponding
*roughly* to the population of the "California Republic" by Americans
serious about Americanism. Strange, but true: the "Cromwellian" Golden
State formerly peopled by Latins - "nutters" - and even the Yahi and
other *indigenos* was, at several "passes", taken over by stratagems
issuing from districts Eastern - a country within a country without
*exploitatifs* - even "at the last" - and then, by and by,
mur'der'a'ting those who took the possibilities of Anchor Steam n'at
*too far*: a sociological federal territory, the latest and the
greatest, and -
Who could but live there but "thoroughly disciplined *milliards*" -
people who could "do no other" even on account of The Eternal Church -
people who found it *agradable* to be "tough to be tender" even when
it was a matter of delicious mass-production and consumption of
*carefully* prepared foodstuffs meeting *e-ve-ry* USDA standard: did
not "wear" Vons like sneakers; and thought of punctuation as a "matter
strict", like C.I. Lewis of Berkeley, California. What-would-happen?
Always and forever, in the manner of the song by the musical group
"Heatwave" (remembered by many), a slow and painful grinding-down, the
"tail-ending" of the tendencies of thought and practice suggested by
their "works and days" - and a horrible and nihilistic new plan that
*just had to work out* - much to the moral horror of those who
already /had a lot/.
Thusly, and /similarly/, no "screaming across the sky" is produced,
including by the thought -
Kike.
SCRIPTUM: Check out the Hanif Kureshi scene. Do that and be that.
Republican order and law represent. They do. They do.
Big Red Jeff Rubard
Abs. Fab or no, a *realite* if'n you can stand to countenance such
things.