When Bronze Age Mindset (BAM) came out last year I heard a little bit about it at various sites. When Michael Anton reviewed the book back in August I became interested and decided to read it. When the author (Bronze Age Pervert or BAP for short) published a response to Anton in October I reminded myself to buy it. Now I’ve read it and I am trying to get my opinion into some kind of an orderly form. But unfortunately, BAM isn’t that kind of a work. It’s a mixture of philosophical treatise, civilizational diatribe, atavistic lament and fraternal advice. One thing is for sure. BAP wants this world to melt down hard enough so that he can securely raise the black flag and start slitting throats.
As has been noted previously by Anton, BAP is in at least part agreement with Nietzsche. BAP reviles our age for its complete lack of heroic opportunities. He believes that for at least a portion of modern men life in a modern democratic state is a death sentence. A large part of the first part of the book describes his comparison of modern life to the life of the warriors of Bronze Age Greece as embodied in the Homeric works and the military dictatorship in Sparta. Along the way he expends enormous vitriol decrying the modern world and its feminists, neutered males (bugmen), endless bureaucracy, politically correct institutions, slave-driving lifestyles and the generic ugliness of modern life. He despises democracy as a false equivalency. He believes in the superiority of the alpha male and his right to rule over the rest of society.
BAP writes this diatribe in a clipped version of English that uses internet abbreviations and leaves out definite and indefinite articles at random. This doesn’t make it too difficult to read along but to my ear it is affected. Toward the end of the book he lapses into grammatical English and is obviously very literate.
As for the pervert in his name (BAP), he does seem to espouse at least some kind of homoerotic sensibility but he seems to describe it as not a homosexual attraction but an appreciation of male physical perfection. Either way for me it’s off-putting. Also, he thinks that the seamiest parts of the underworld with its pornography and prostitution and other perversions is important and men like him are meant to delve into it and take possession of it for some redemptive purpose that involves destroying the bugmen order.
The book is uneven and ranges from poetic to almost psychotic. Some of it is either humorous fantasy or the author believes in things that are obviously untrue. For instance, he claims that Laotian is the same language as the dialect of Spanish spoken in Chiapas Mexico.
Toward the end of the book he talks more realistically about what a non-bugman can do to exist in the nightmarish post-normal world we find ourselves in. Here he is addressing the non-pirate, non-superman part of the population that have jobs and families. Some of the advice is actually very sensible and useful.
All in all, I found the book interesting. He has some insights that even a normie such as myself finds resonant. Undoubtedly the book is uneven and at times bizarre but it has valid points to make and it speaks to a part of every normal man who finds himself marooned in the modern Hive and wonders how we got here and how we get out. It’s not for all tastes but if you’re interested in another take on the modern world this might be interesting to you.