Just like he collected airplanes, Hughes obsessively collected women, stashing them in the more than one hundred apartments, hotel rooms, and houses he owned around Hollywood.
~ Samantha Barbas, Confidential Confidential: The Inside Story of Hollywood’s Notorious Scandal Magazine
Eric Wilson’s The View from Howard’s Fuck Pad is for those who have been cold-cocked by the wonder and occluded knowledge of the clandestine wars of sights and sounds that infuses the aethereal battles of the post-enlightenment politics of pure affectivity that, in their border-crossing and shapeless anti-totalities, make up the non-place where we all un-live today — The Big Nowhere.
Hand-jobbing the chthonic-cum-spelunking texts of the Demon-Dog of post-humanist crime writing, “James” Lee Earle Ellroy, and aided and abetted by a posse of hermeneutical henchmen — Frantz Fanon, Paul Virilio, René Girard, Carl Schmitt, and Max (“The Brow”) Stirner — Wilson’s book aims for nothing less than the Big Take-Down of the Big Combo of the American colonial-settler polity known as The Frontier — the Bad White Men and the Deep State. The neo-lumpen-proletarian para-militarists of the post-capitalist world-system, the Bad White Men that James the Demon-Dog so onanistically orchestrates are revealed in their apocalyptic abjectness as the leg breakers of history, the racist, homophobic, xenophobic, antisemitic, Hispanic-hating, Black-bashing, and women-entombing toadies of the system who are the shock-troops of the clandestine substance of The-Political-Thing-That-Has-No-Name, or the State-that-is-Dual.
The phenomenal and the noumenal, the grotesque and the sublime, the seen and the unseen, the rational and the irrational, the political and the para-political, the noirish and the weird — all of Demon-Dog’s classic works (The L.A. Quartet, The Underworld U.S.A. Trilogy, My Dark Places, and The Hilliker Curse: My Pursuit of Women) stand for the proposition that it is not birth but death that makes the man. “Politics is crime,” said Ellroy, and “powerful men are children.” The View from Howard’s Fuck Pad: The Deep State, Bad White Men, and the Weird Noir of James Ellroy tells you how and why as of now it is already too late for anything. Remember — you heard it here first!
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The first volume lays out the genealogy of Demon-Dog as the death-in-life birth offal of the White Trash graveyard of the broken dreams of Bad White Men: El Monte, California. The narrative, such as it is, segues into an unanesthetized dissection of the planetary encompassing cadaver of Ellroy’s anti-heroic racist shit-birds as the occluded, clandestine, and generally nameless leg-breakers of World History. And then, as though this was not already enough, the demystifying gaze of the post-dehumanized auteur is directed fixatedly to the apocalyptic uncurtaining of the Bad White Men as the real-life stand-ins for the anti-hyper-Hegelianized Egoists of Max (“The Brow”) Stirner. Marxist lumpen-proletarian masks, Stirnerian nihilistic skins.