Esoteric Brezhnevism

  Henry L. Racicot, whom I interviewed back in 2015 for those interested in reading a more thorough introduction, blogs at Few There Be That Find It , where he holds forth on humanity’s failings and writes ruminative zingers like, “Trump’s non-goodness is first readily evident in his obesity, let alone any non-physical shortcomings”, and never hesitates to take an unpopular position. (See, for instance, “ Kyle Rittenhouse, Transgendarme ” and “ Kyle Rittenhouse, Hero? ”) Racicot is not a nationalist – in a 2009 post, “ Something to Be Thankful for on Thankstaking ”, he even refers to “the devil’s nationalism” – but he is a man who, through forces beyond the common man’s control, finds himself marooned and alienated by the flow of history and at odds with the prevailing fashions and plutocratic orthodoxies, which makes him an oddball online neighbor of sorts. This year, Racicot published two collections of short stories, and it is the first of these, Holy Days in the Sun , that I ...