From 2000 to 2006 I lived in Paris, where I witnessed the breathtaking collapse of traditional European culture, set against the backdrop of the city’s aesthetic and historical splendor. The glaring contradictions were almost too much to bear. I felt compelled to write, if only to record for posterity the hallucinatory reality.
The result of my rumination has been a series of novels that explore aspects of our seemingly inexorable meltdown: multiculturalism, the victim industry, declining standards, contemporary "art," gender confusion, scientific and medical sorcery, and the rest of the pseudo-intellectual decadence that is reducing an entire civilization to a state of mental cacophony.
Hopefully my novels deserve to be counted among the worthy volumes of the dystopian literary tradition.
The result of my rumination has been a series of novels that explore aspects of our seemingly inexorable meltdown: multiculturalism, the victim industry, declining standards, contemporary "art," gender confusion, scientific and medical sorcery, and the rest of the pseudo-intellectual decadence that is reducing an entire civilization to a state of mental cacophony.
Hopefully my novels deserve to be counted among the worthy volumes of the dystopian literary tradition.