February 12, 2015
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It’s been a while”blimey, 12 years“since I did an FAQs column, so here are a few from the email bag (in responding to which I am as usual far behind, sorry sorry).
How’s your health? (I had an engagement with cancer three years ago.) Excellent, thanks. I check in every six months with the oncologist, a quietly witty gent from India with the Peter Sellers accent. He draws my blood; I read his magazines; he comes back with the blood-work results.
He: “You are per-fect, Mr. Derbyshire.”
Me: “Tell that to my wife.”
Are you writing a book? No. Where book writing is concerned, I”m of the same kidney as Vladimir Nabokov: “I happen to be the kind of author who in starting to work on a book has no other purpose than to get rid of that book.”
I write a book to get it off my chest. It’s like (to quote a different writer) childbirth: the thing’s started growing away in there somehow and has to come out. Right now I don”t have a bun in the oven, that’s all.
VDARE’s little publishing operation is bringing out another collection of my Internet pieces shortly. I don”t count that as real book-writing, though I appreciate VDARE doing it and it’s nice to have something to peddle at conferences and events.
Have you been blacklisted? No. I”ve actually had a couple of friendly approaches from respectable publishers. In any case, not having a publisher never stopped me writing a book. Nowadays, in what’s shaping up as a golden age for self-publishing, it especially shouldn”t, and wouldn”t. I”m just short on inspiration.
I quietly suspect that chemo brain has something to do with it, but the oncologist pooh-poohs this. The whole creative process is very mysterious, so perhaps he’s right.
Who do you like for 2016? None of the Republican candidates currently advertising themselves. They all seem to me to be pygmies. If Scott Walker gets a clue about the National Question, I could see voting for him, though not with much enthusiasm. Otherwise, unless a Sessions/Tancredo ticket emerges, I”ll probably stay home.
Vote Democrat? If they clone Grover Cleveland, maybe.
What are the prospects for conservatism? Whose conservatism?
Someone”I think it was the late Larry Auster“said that there is no such thing as a right. There is a left, and it’s been pretty consistently the same across time and space, in all countries and at all times, at any rate since the French Revolution.
There is nothing that solid and consistent on the other side, only an anti-left with many factions, some of them wildly different from each other: libertarians, traditionalists, nationalists, Randian atheists, evangelical Christians …
My vague feeling is: sell libertarianism, buy nationalism. I”m not much of a stock-picker, though.
You hang out with white nationalists and rant against third world immigration, yet you”re married to a Chinese lady. Huh? So I”m not a race purist. More than that, in fact: I think race purism has a whiff of totalitarianism about it. I dislike it.
Everybody has an ideal for the kind of society he”d want to live in. Mine has a confident”not a synonym for “arrogant””ethnic supermajority, 90 to 95 percent, with an easygoing attitude to minorities, but a determination to keep them minorities by strict immigration controls.
(Does that ideal bear an uncanny resemblance to the Britain of my childhood, and the U.S.A. of the same period”prior to 1965″that I admired from afar? I guess so, but does that invalidate the ideal?)
I detest mass immigration and compulsory diversity. I don”t at all mind rational, controlled immigration and voluntary diversity. If there’s a contradiction there, I can”t see it.
What happened to your regular book reviewing gig at American Spectator? It got to be too much, that’s all. We”re still friends; they comped me a ticket to the Bartley dinner this week. I get to hear Rand Paul give a speech … but the food is good.
Why did you put Radio Derb behind a paywall? I didn”t. It was a business decision by Taki’s Magazine. I”m strictly a content provider; leave business decisions to the suits.
And, come on, two dollars? It’s less than a New York subway token; and unlike the subway, there are no rats, muggers, or panhandlers in Radio Derb.
