Last month I told you I had “fallen into a book” – well, here it is.
Or here it starts.
I want to thank Jade Michael of Artistry Against Misandry for hosting this work.
This is a work of speculative fiction. It is not an attempt to predict the future; it is not an attempt to advocate for a new direction for Society to follow. The story line is very much ‘against misandry.’ It looks at a grim possibility – through the lens of fiction – that just so happens to be the mirror-image of what a lot of us perceive as happening in today’s consumer-driven, misandric culture.
I started writing this story because I was tickled by examining the possibilities in the theme. I have entertained myself with the flow of events, the development of the story and the characters, and the twists and turns I’ve put into it. I got obsessed with it for weeks; I’ve had to find a balance between writing, and the rest of my life. If the characters seem outlandish, the events seem bizarre, the plot-line gets improbable, chalk it up to the underlying truth that I’m too busy having fun with this story to be bothered with worrying about such things.
No doubt I’ll get a lot of flak for this twisted tale. I fully expect to hear from detractors who regard it as ‘the product of a mind that was not merely twisted, but actually sprained,’ in the words of Douglas Adams (Life, The Universe, And Everything). I’ll neither confirm nor deny that accusation; you may hear me giggle, though.
Do I ever expect a masculist-centered culture, or most-especially the particular facets that I explore in the book, to take over our culture? I plead the Fifth Amendment – which is a legalistic way to say, “None of your effing business!”
Would this become a more viable culture for the Earth? Fifth Amendment.
Would I like to see it happen? Fifth Amendment.
But I will say this much: Our species, like any species on Earth, will expand, flourish and increase its niche – or it will contract, shrivel, and fade out of the ecosphere. I do believe the misandry of today’s culture is pushing Humanity toward the latter fate. This frustrates and saddens me; Homo sapiens is the only species on Earth capable of reaching the stars.
Meh. “The Story of O”, redone.
I’d like a book in three parts.
Part 1 – Feminism is finally triumphant. The plot describes our own time taken to a conclusion. At the end of the book, the men are expelled from civilisation and sent to live in the wilderness. The women breed with sperm in the spem banks, supplemented with captured sperm. Boys are to be executed at birth.
Part 2 – The story of one woman’s struggle to save her (male) baby. Set in a city where most of the lightglobes don’t work, most of the roofs leak. The plot describes the bitchy, bitchy politics, but that’s mainly a device enabling the background to be described – a once-beautiful urban environment decaying from want of maintenance. Hardly anyone knows how to fix anything, and those few that do are at the bottom of the social totem pole. The popular, powerful women have nice homes with hand-knitted cushion covers, tapestrys on the walls, but even they have precious little electricity (a few solar cells still work). The protagonist saves her son by going on a sperm capture mission – intending to hand him over to live with the men. But her own position in society had become so bottom-rung that she leaves civilisation to go live with the barbarians.
Part 3 – The barbarians, the men, are very few. But they have decent, watertight dwellings, have rediscovered iron smelting, steam power, and thanks to a few smuggled books are working on electricity generation. Their society is a democracy rather than a bitchfest popularity competition. At the end of the book, the automated defence systems protecting the women’s cities finally fail.
Oh – and the third book leaves open the question: “do we now attack and retake the old cities? Or do we just say fuckit and go on with building what we have?” It would be a nice allegory for it to turn out to be the case that the men don’t attack those previously heavily-defended cities at all. The women were paranoid and fearful over nothing: it it the men that have what the women want/need, not the other way around.
(Oh, to get the flavour of what the women say to each other about the men, what the barbarians would do to them if it weren’t for their city’s defences, just look at some racist literature.)
Meh, yeh. Did I forget to say it’s just a fantasy? Or that I wrote it for my own fun, but decided to share it with Jade Michael, and he likes it enough to put it on AAM? And oh, I don’t remember that Pauline Réage had the girls of Roissy acting the way Linda and her twisted sisters will be acting later on in my story. O was a tragedy. This is a comedy.
Your idea is good, which is why I don’t say “Meh, ‘Atlas Shrugged’, redone” about Part 1 and “Meh, ‘A Canticle for Leibowitz’, redone” for Part 3.
Would you consider writing it?
This theme has actually been covered, I can’t remember the title of the book. Part 1 and 2 are eerily close, but the end devolves into some sort of PC pap. If i can find it again, i’ll post the title here.