Montius gifted this book to the reviewer during his stay in Wichita, Kansas, now one of this tramps favorite places. Thank you sir; Clay Martin can write! I read Wrath of the Wendigo, yesterday afternoon, between noon and 5:30 PM, an entertaining relief after slogging through the code of Hammurabi.
The author of this self published novel prohibits any quotations in the front matter. Where I would normally pick out some favorite quotes, I will simply go to the first page where I made my notes and do a thematic summary with minimal exposure of the story line.
The story line is very direct, and also retrospective, building tension at the same time; revealing a near future history of an American Civil War. A breakaway republic warrior culture based in Idaho and the Pacific Northwest is rationally described as to how it could come to be and function in the very den of Leviathan.
The primary perspective character is Jason Marsh, a Secret Service Agent, a disposable human tool of the system, who is part of the team that apprehends a midnight intruder in the White House. I might describe Marsh as Agent Smith from the Matrix, if Smith secretly had a soul, a soul that believes his cause is Just. My favorite scene is when the government people try to use movie metaphors, including the Matrix, to speak honestly with a neo-pagan berserker who has not looked into the ever blinking eye of Hollywood and come to admire it.
The Wendigo General was raised in the 2020s to fight a future war and is only in his 30s. Ideas of “long game” as ever elude the American mind and the prisoner becomes a cipher to his captors.
Is this guy a nut or a real rebel general?
The means of exposition of a probable breakaway state is rendered through interviews between Wendigo General Hansen, Agent Marsh, a D.C. cop, a General Bennett and a Colonel Thompson. The details in military thinking and the author’s low opinion of most police, ring true.
Now to my notes:
… Pages 1 thru 53 is a tension wracked story that has some great characters. The high point is an encounter between the perspective character, Marsh, who is excellently done as a masculine angst protagonist, and a D.C. cop, a tranny of color named Michelle, who might well deserve the nick name of Big Mike, despite “its” breast implants!
… page 57 provides a working definition of anarchotyranny
… page 66 “digital Gods” was the original title of this review
… 67 a rational definition of functional democracy
… 68 a suggestion on how religion could be used democratically to build an anti transhuman alliance
… 77 a cultic resistance model
… 79 “The reason the forest is haunted,” is my favorite line.
… Chapter 7 discusses our digital future as bug eaters.
… 123, after the most tense interview sessions, the Wendigo General Hansen declares that North America is “The Old World,” citing items I have encountered in researching history, such as 9,000 year old copper mines.
… 125 some of the most fun is a digression among the military and SS interviewers and their subject, who they are all coming to admire despite his inevitable hand off to their evil masters, concerning how Vale Tudo was chosen as a cult observance! Perfect.
… 131 thru the 150s we get a nice description of light infantry military resistance that could work against the social/civic-military scheme in place for suppressing moral autonomy within Satanic Murkha. I once spoke with a SWAT officer who told me that their federal handlers, who taught all of the IsrŠ°eli Commando methods for policing America, would be based on using federal officers and military contractors with police and national guard from other, DISTANT, states, like New Yorkers in Texas. This well known destiny for the American feedlot is addressed very smartly by Martin.
… 160s towards 200 I made very little notes as I was having so much fun reading Clay Martin’s clean prose, mixing brutal deadpan with cruel hysteria and functional gate keeping by various agents of a post-human America, a land ruled by continued updating of the Covid plague among other perversions.
… By the last eighteen pages of Wrath of the Wendigo, I was thrilled to have figured out enough based on previous character interaction, to be able to see new story lines branching for the two most empathetic Tranz Murkha functionaries, but remained unable to figure out the Wendigo end game until the very last page, where it surprised me.
The best part of the book was the story of the awakening of a USG war fighter, a soldier with no particular religious bent, who, through a career as a war whore for a Satanic nation wakes up and emerges into a metaphysical realm, from which the meat puppets of USG may be resisted.
Thank you, Montius. I leave this book with Bob, who will really enjoy it.
