People are confused on the subject because he was an anti-immigrant eco-nut. I discovered this kind of individual back when I first started blogging. They were both extremely leftist and extremely, obsessively, viciously xenophobic against immigrants. I can’t say they are racist because they detest all immigrants equally. Their whole thing is that people moving around and breeding everywhere they go destroys nature. And nothing is more important than nature.
It’s hard to say whether it’s leftist or rightist because the eco-nuttery is definitely leftist while the “breeding immigrant” trope is rightist. I’d say they are a blend of the two taken to extremes.
I have no idea why it matters what political label we can put on this freak’s justification for his horrible crime, though. The Ohio shooter was a far leftist. So what? He’s a murdering, vicious sumbitch, that’s what matters about him.
I find it very creepy that people would want to use these terrible, terrible crimes to yell “ah, gotcha!” and point to “the other side.” People died. They didn’t die to help you feel smug about your political identifications.
This is a scholarly book that I got for review. I rarely write here about the books I review professionally but I’m so in love with this one that I have to mention it. Hombres en movimiento is the second book I’m reviewing this year. The first one was so bad that I did something I never do and missed the deadline because I had no idea what to say about it in a polite, scholarly way. When I finally wrote and submitted it, my sister told me to withdraw it because it was so harsh. But it was accepted so eagerly I couldn’t do that.
But González-Allende’s book was easy to write about because it’s brilliant. It’s about the ways in which the trauma of emigration shatters male identity. It’s rare that we see any criticism that isn’t completely, gushingly and pathetically celebratory of migration as an unqualified and indisputable good. And this scholar wasn’t intimidated by that and only caved minimally to the slogan of “let’s mimic Charles Koch as much as possible!” that seems to animate so many academics.
The book is beautifully structured and very well written. It was a delight to read because it’s fresh and not boring. Books on masculinity are rarely good because they tend to be painfully predictable. But this one was a revelation on every page.
I’m so excited to see kick-ass scholarship on an important topic.
I could have slept as long as I wanted today. Didn’t even set the alarm. But instead, I woke up at 7:20 with a strong desire to go to a workout.
What’s happening? I don’t even recognize myself any more. Growing older is weird. Fifteen years ago, I would have slept until 11.